New poems

Man I've been writing a lot lately.


Pill Popping

Just another pill
Down the throat of hopeless
It never goes away
Dull Ache of living

Just another pill
Down the throat of today
It's never enough
Always too much

Just another pill
Down the throat of tomorrow
It's not so bright
Dark always closing in.

Just another pill
Down the throat of right now
Goes down too easily
And never makes anything better.

Funny

I didn't realize
How much is wrong with me
Too big
Too clumsy
Too pale
Too human
I am the reality
That everyone is afraid of
Not ashamed
Not ugly
Not lacking
Not unhappy
Bared for the world to see
I scare you
That I am not miserable.
It means, that maybe
Just maybe
You are wrong about yourself.

Goddess

These wings they are for you
Deep blueI keep spinning 'round
Well-balanced
Un-balanced
These wings they are for you
My escape, my refuge
Refuse to turnIn the wrong direction
Which way is up?
Which way is down?
Deep blue
Spinning at the centre
These wings they are for you
Your wings, on loan
Always willing
To let me get a little
Air time
Breathing space
These wings they are yours
Don't need them anymore
Think the path is clear
Stopped spinning
Long enough
To take a breath
Make a choice
Right or wrong?
Don't know
May just be
That I'll need
Another loan.

(untitled as of yet)

I feel sick to death of this
But your words are tapping into my head
Burrowing in under my skin
It hurts like hell
And it won't stop
I want nothing more than a way out
I want nothing more than something better
I want a pill to make it go away
Or sleep to take me now
I am sick to death of this
but your words are tapping into my head
Burrowing in under my skin
These scars aren't beautiful
Like some can be
They throb and ache
And they paralize me
I am all scar tissue now, immobile, inflexible
I can't even find a way to shield myself
From the blows raining down on me
I'm not reborn, I'm dying here
I feel sick to death of this
but your words are tapping into my head
Burrowing under my skin
It hurts like hell
Even after it's stopped.