Category: Poetry

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lost blood

You wanted me to be something I am not

A little less, a little more, I am not sure

You fell in love with your perfect girl

But I am not her anymore

In fact I am so much more

You saw me as a goal, a prize, an idea

When I became too complex you threw that idea away

No longer your subservient angel in the house

I have burned my wings and learnt to stand

Becoming uninterested in your previous lover

You found interest in the idea of another

Only to discover she was more than you bargained for

God forbid a woman has her own thoughts and feelings

God forbid I became what you did not want

God forbid I cry when you hurt me

You twisted your words in ways that made me apologise for the wounds you caused

You watched my body bleed

And I stayed

In your helpless arms

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Scars

There are scars on my face that were not there before

a scar from the night I felt another’s lips

a constellation hidden in plain sight

perhaps i deserved those ones

new freckles blossom that you never witnessed

only in summer when they met your sweet kisses

but winter turned them harsh and bitter

your lips no longer soft, but those of a sinner

places on my skin, tainted by another lover in liquor filled nights

he screamed perfection with every touch

but I cannot replicate your kiss

and I know your lips are not mine to miss

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Another

My lips have lost their subject

Their words no longer meaningful or beautiful

But cruel and cold

And craving for another lover

Screaming words of pain and disgust

I long for your sweet embrace

Your soft kiss on my lips

But I fear you’ll never taste the same

That the love is truly gone

I pray that you’ll somehow see

The light you first saw in me

Perhaps that light has burned out now

Ready for another’s match

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Poems for losing you

 

You kissed me with all the fire in your body

Did it burn out?

My body was a work of art, a pristine canvas

You messed it up with your surrealism

 

You told me I had the body of an angel

With the mind of a devil, luring you in with lust

From the moment our lips touched I knew it was real

Now all those songs we listened to are tainted by your kiss

 

There’s an empty space where you used to hold me

It kills me to think that you could fill that void so easily

My city is haunted by the ghost of our love

Every street has a dark and wonderful memory

 

When I saw you, your eyes weren’t the same

No longer filled with love or lust

Two beautiful ice cold voids of a stranger

It hurt like hell when you hugged me and I felt nothing

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City Poems

Part One

The unknown mystery of the night

Every street a page

A waiting discovery

Every corner like the next page

Begging to be seen

 

The streets seem disconnected

Not like the day with its welcoming light

But a dark river of sin and madness

Calm yet unpredictable

 

What connects this city’s madness?

The dim lights, the alleys, the sin?

We all know the city’s addictive toxic

Could it be the people within?

 

Part Two

Towering alleys swoop over the city

The good men and sinners below

The moonlight cats demonic shadows

On the city’s proudest buildings

 

The devil’s hour approaches

Anticipation from each window

Only those without a care in the world

Would be seen at this hour

 

There is never silence within the chaos

Each passing hour offers more.

Deep within the heart of the city

Is where the sin is almost pure

 

 

Part Three

Darkness swallows the city

The streets are dimly lit

By only a couple of shining lamps

 

In-between the light there is pure darkness

The darkness evokes mystery, excitement

But sin and murder

 

Spiralling streets descend into madness

Madness unfolds into the night

The people and places create wonderful disasters

Embedded into our history.