It brushed against my skin
The merest hint of a touch
The ghost of you left it’s mark
It’s already too much.
Now I’m aching for a life
You never wanted to give me
This shard of ice
I’m gonna have to live with
I haven’t thought of you in years
So why are my eyes full of tears?
You’re just words on a screen
Strung together to create meaning
You’re just words on a screen
Burrowing into my consciousness, leaving an imprint behind
You’re just words on a screen
So why do I consume them as soon as they appear?
Words on a screen
That make me laugh, cry, wonder “why?”
Question my entire life
Why do you mean so much to me
If you are just words on a screen?
Darkness creeps
Slowly
Slowly
Shadow’s fingers
Reach
Towards you
Still you sleep
Breathing
Softly
Unaware of
Nightmares approaching
Soon your dreams
Turn grey and empty
You’re doomed to wander
Lost and hurting.
In your head until you wake and
with a scream, fall out of bed and
think you see, just for a second
a face that’s mean and scars and blood
but then the light
floods in your bedroom
chasing shadows
out the window
you are safe
at least
for now
you shouldn’t
sleep though
just in case…
Today I saw a piece of my writing in print for the first time.
I always thought it would be a happy occasion and something I would celebrate. Instead, today has been emotional and exhausting.
Today, we laid my nan to rest.
My first ever printed piece of writing was a poem, which I read today at the funeral.
Since it is still the first time ever that I have seen my name in print next to a piece of my writing, I wanted to share it with you.
If love is written on your face, it’s hidden by the bruise
How can you love someone who does belittle and abuse?
I watch helpless to stop him as he suffocates your spark
Then turn away anguished as you embrace the crushing dark
It might feel like betrayal as I slowly walk away
I can’t allow my spark to dim, you’ll need it’s light some day
I know that you will find the strength to re – ignite your spark
Please know that when that hard day comes I’ll help you burn the dark.
The distant echo of following feet,
Teased and tormented my ears.
I didn’t know that tonight was the night
To have listened to my mother’s fears.
He stopped my cries with a rough angry hand
My heart with a plunge of the knife.
I’m not the first girl he’s sent to the grave
For looking just like his ex wife.
Wounds in my flesh matched the wounds in the hearts
of the loved ones that I left behind.
Sometimes the darkness of our crazy world
Can ruin far more than the mind.
Picture found here
She sits alone
Tear tracks stain her cheeks
Her eyes stare without seeing
Her heart aches with loss
She sits alone.
She sits alone
Memories make her cry
But it hurts less than forgetting
The world walks on by
She sits alone.
She sits alone
Her life is not over
Her dad would want her to smile
She wipes away tears
She sits alone.
My blog is alive and it’s feeling neglected.
Mailed me asking “Where’s that post I expected?
I know that you worry your writing is weak,
but it’s not like you’re writing in ancient Greek.
It’s Friday already so get a move on,
before you know it the whole week will have gone.
You want to be perfect but in this case
I really think you ought to pick up the pace.
I’m waiting to see just what you’ll come up with.
This is the life that you so wanted to live?
There’s no point whining or throwing a strop;
that’s not going to help you get to the top.
Stop watching Netflix or reading a book,
don’t avoid me by offering to cook.
Get something written and post it now,
or you and I will get in a row.
Visit today, do not be late
think of me as a very hot date.
I know you can do it, you’ll see through the fog,
I have every faith. Sincerely, your Blog.
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