Thursday, 23 January 2014

Silence Unbroken (Poem)

Silence Unbroken 

Pen to paper between and upon lines
notes playing on repeat in your mind
dotted lines and expressive cursive 
bleed and scribe upon the empty page 

hands resting on white and black 
dense and clean to well versed tips
applying pressure to hammers inside
filling space with something not right 

pen to paper between crossed out lines
notes haunting echoed chambered mind
frustrated cursive and aggressive lines 
flood and expelled upon the busy page 

hands pounding upon black and white 
dense and pained to over used tips 
striking with unhindered hammers inside
unable to hear himself despite concentration 


When You're Gone (Poem)

When You're Gone

You would like to think you matter
that the world would be a little sadder
when you're gone

rest your eyes love and go to bed
the sheets are warm and you are cold

you imagine flowers and red bouquets 
laughter among the young and old 
when you're gone 

rest your eyes and come back to bed
the sheets are cold and you are warm 

I imagine life would be infinitely dull 
filled with greys where once was blues
when you're gone 

so close your eyes and lay with me 

the sheets are cold and so are you