What was your name again?

To all those folk who ever doubted me – or might ever doubt you: So I would never get nowhere?Said I would never find my place Told me I would be forgottenWaitWhat was your name again?  So I wasn’t ever good enough?Said I didn’t amount to much Told me I wasn’t all that specialWaitWhat was

Ripples

ShallowBarely hereA ripple in the water.My heart whispers to yoursIts dirty little secretIn words left unspoken.  Too clear.Too near.To the core, to the centre,To the goddamn middleOf the soul that resides here.  FaintBarely thereA sigh on the windMy hand reaches for yoursScared of a secretThat might leave me broken.    

New

When I say it is different..When I say it is new..When I say pasts are over…Will you see my words true?Because I know that I mean them..Because I know that they’re real…Because I know they say much less…Than what I really feel..But will you allow me to be scared…And will you allow me to wait…For

Purpose

You built me a bench onceWood as black as my soulIt used to remind meOf a time I was whole.  It fell right apart thoughStraight from the startAnd seeing it in piecesWas ever so hard  Until I suddenly realizedThat like you and meThis bench in my gardenWas never meant to be.  With pieces that crumbleThat

Bitter tastes

Honeyed lies drank from poisoned lipsLaid my careful plans to wasteThose empty words and hidden bitesAte me up insideYet I’m still craving a taste.  Because all we really seem to wantIs what might kill us fastest.Consumed by our needsFor the food of our detriment And a sip of the deadliest drinkFilling up on love.  I

When you know.

Facing the abyss Stare into icecream pints Rocky road bottom And as a simple haiku may show – sometimes you’ll just know when you hit it. Hard, undeniably and unavoidably. There’s some destinies one may not escape. It might be mine to set the new world record for sheer amount of Ben and Jerries ingested.

Lost words

I could spell it out for youBut my words, they hold no meaningFalling on deaf ears,Resting on mute tongues,Fading in deafening silenceAnd would they ever be enough?  I would spell it out for youBut my words, they hold no swayOver a focused mindAnd poignant emotionsHastily felt,  easily discardedAnd probably never enough.  I should spell it

Topsy Turvy

When the world goes topsy turvyYou just turn yourself aroundAnd find the upside down wayTo keep your feet on solid ground.  Find the balanceFind the meanFind the middleUntil you find yourselfFirmly in the center.  It’s just a matter of perspective You need only find what you want to seeAnd then all of a suddenIt’s easier

Puzzled

It’s when I stopped looking For you….All the time,Every time,That I found the time.  No more staring at the driveway,Or just glancing at the door,Waiting,Knowing you won’t come around no more.No more staring at my phone,Or looking for your name, on the list of who read what where,Waiting,Knowing you’re no longer there.  It’s when I

Heart on lockdown

I thought of you, Each time I tried something new, And I stopped trying, So I wouldn’t have to.   I thought of you, Each time I fucked someone new, And I stopped fucking, So I wouldn’t have to.   I thought of you, Every time I drank something new, And I stopped drinking, So