Poetry corner

7 poems. And they’re all a bit bloody dark.

Feel like these should come with a “I’m not always like this, honest” disclaimer for anyone stumbling upon me for the first time. If you ever meet me in real life, I’m not a Debbie Downer. *Starts to overthink this*

Barefoot

I walked barefoot in the forest

By the meadow of our dreams

To lose myself in thoughts of you

Instead of silent screams

But every water fall was weeping

Each babbling brook a breaking heart

Branches clung to leaves like babies

Every cloud made morbid art

Owls hooted to the moon a tune

Too cruel for fools like me

I’m sure I saw our names engraved

Upon a mocking tree

As old twigs snapped, my strength collapsed

Stars stabbed me with their glare

So cold without your arms to keep me

Warm from leaden air

Barefoot, I’m sliced from every piece

Of glass I failed to miss

And maybe that’s the price for trusting

Following my bliss

And I love you, as I did back then

I wonder if you still remember

Or if you’ve laid our chance to rest

A unmarked grave in mossy slumber

April Snow

Sometimes it snows in April,

Confuses those in bloom

Necks of the keenest broken

Cause they opened up too soon

Bird babies hungry in their nests

Mothers peck the frozen ground

Their empty beaks can’t pass on worms

They simply haven’t found

The seasons give no reasons

For the curve balls they deliver

Excited for the Summer

Then one day we feel the shiver

And some will simply shake it off

This unexpected weather

Get on with it and toughen up

They’ll pull themselves together

But brittle petals cannot curl

Those too delicate must go

Weighed down by white, their final fight

A gown of April snow

When my baby’s sad

When my baby’s sad

It’s getting harder to make it better

Can’t smooth it over with my breast

The way I did when he was little

He still asks I lie beside him

Skin so creamy, warm and downy

Rosebud lips plump with youth

The world has yet to drain them

Hair a copper scribble

Eyes dark, I lose myself within them

Like I once did his father’s

Til they faded……jaded

To the shade of tired earth

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My baby’s limbs are getting longer

Cuddling days will soon be over

And then……how will I make it right?

If he’s worried over nightmares

What will I say to him of feeling scared?

Of overwhelm, frustration?

Conscience kicking like a boot

Harsh cruelty of others

I’ll scatter words as cushions

Fill each void with kindest gazes

In hope there’ll be no space left

For the monsters to take over.

Ditch

Rolled in the gold, I scratched my itch

I wore my goddess like a witch

Now I unpick each smarting stitch

Drain away, a bleeding bitch

The crows threw weight in wing of night

With raven prose they froze my sight

I touched the rose, saw not the fight

As dark clouds fattened on my bright

The pus filled hills infected ground

Blame staggered as a clumsy clown

Hope jumped the rope, from up to down

My soul was murdered in this town

What If…..

You make excuses, find reasons.

Why he’s not the same as the others.

More sensitive. Fragile.

So……

When you’re taking account of his actions

You have to bear that in mind, right?

Because….his heart is more bruised

It figures he’s gonna treat you differently, yeah?

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He’s had bad experiences

Trust issues.

So it’s only to be expected

That he’ll be mean sometimes.

Lash out. Ignore you.

Protect himself. Guard.

Right?

BUT

What if there’s another story you’re refusing to hear?

That…..if he valued you….

He’d be texting just to say ‘good morning’

That if he thought of you, the way you think of him….

He’d be here with you, holding you….

That if he truly loved you, he would pursue you like the last drop of water on Earth.

And when he finally tasted you

You would be enough.

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And what if there is someone like that out there…..

Waiting for you, right now?

Ready to treat you as a Queen.

To be accepted as your King.

But your arms are too full with aching emptiness to notice?

What if…..?

Inertia

Inertia

Some call it stability

But when does steady become stagnant?

A pregnant pause birth freezing silence?

At what point does comfort become discomfort?

A snuggling blanket become weighted, pin you down as prisoner?

When does pressure change, from light touch to vice grip?

Water become too hot to bathe in?

Do you notice yourself redden as a lobster?

Blíster, peel.

Do you stop yourself from wincing?

Yelping? Screaming?

Because it’s too socially awkward.

It’s an incremental process.

There is indeed, a straw that breaks the camel’s back

And each ticking minute is sometimes a human burden.

Inertia

The heaviest boulder.

The fly dies stuck on paper

Eyes on succulent fruit.

Which is also, slowly rotting

Water lilies

I can’t do this shit forever

Seems a never ending river

But your current is consuming

Our connection, I can’t sever

And it drags me to the gutter

With the spell of a love letter

My drowning ever looming

Rising foam of all your bitter

.

Our glory days obstructed

As fresh fences are erected

Dreams of cream are slowly soured

Precious chemistry infected

Song thrushes lent their voices

To a soundtrack of rejoice

But how they gag on every stupid lover

Making foolish choices

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Now, air begs thick as rancid butter

From the churn of learning better

The birds impale their throats on thorns

Another chorus left to litter

Hey, I can come down from this tower

Leave your old black dog to cower

We can head down to the pond

Watch the water lilies flowering