I’m sorry
When I say words
I know I will regret
I’m sorry
When I lash out
And say what I want to say
The remorse overcomes
The sorrow drowns
The hurt pains
And I hate myself
Can I reverse the clock
Can I unsay the words
Can I undo the wounds
Can I be someone else
Anyone but me?
Category poetry
Outside
Outside the window
I look upon
Trees of green
Clouds of sky
Lawns of grass
Cool air
Fresh breath
Other worlds
And freedom
From the chains
That bind me
Mercilessly
To my mind
In response to Daily Prompt: Window
I need a poet pls!
Apples on trees, flowers in the meadow, fish in the seas and…
Temptation (in 6 Words)
Go on
Do it.
Just once.
Weakness in 6 Words
In my weakness, You give strength
And on a personal note:
I do not write under a pseudonym. My name is my name, and I am writing in a public space. So just to say:
My blog is a place where I allow my soul to express itself. I do not edit very much, if at all. I allow my fingers to type and what is typed, that is what I post. Some of my poetry is drawn from past experiences, life situations, hopes, dreams, desires, wishes. Not all of it is auto-biographical. Or of recent times. It is just what it is. At the moment I am going through a difficult time. Trying to create a new me. And some of the old is hard to let go. It is hard to change. It is hard to create a new something. Whatever that may be.
Thank you for reading ❤
Consequence
I went to a house party on Friday night
On Saturday I steam-cleaned the dirty floor
(because BFF’s house, and she was outside cleaning alcohol remnants and broken glass and birthdays in Sydney, so I made myself useful (doesn’t happen often), and steam cleaned the floor that really needed a steam clean, yay me, and I don’t drink except one glass of wine per month, okay maybe per week LOL).
The Anti-Butterfly
what doesn’t give me butterflies (fiction writing)
when we are intimate
and a week later you put your arm around your wife
in front of me
when you tell me
I should have married my first partner
omitting that you were actually married to her
when we are intimate
and then I am told (after you undressed yourself)
I only wanted coffee
when we are intimate
and then you become a ghost
for days, weeks and months
when we are intimate
and you never once say my name
as if I don’t have one
when you close the door
using some arbitrary lie as an excuse
then open it five days later
when you engage me for work
and forget to say thank you
when I am in time and on budget
when you crawl out the woodwork
with some random conversation
as if you’d never disappeared at all
all these words and deeds and actions
do not give me butterflies in my tummy
but instead, are a knife through my heart
fight or flight?
I choose to fly away from you
back to me
Shelved
Every few months
I am brought down
Dusted and played with
Until boredom sets in
And I am placed
Back on the shelf
Where I belong
But the shelf is
Boring for me too
So I’ve climbed down –
Welcome to find another toy
To fill my spot
And smile at you
I don’t care
I don’t want to
Talk to you
Smile at you
Speak to you
Talk about it
So no contact
Fill your shelf
With someone new
Envy
The only way to deal
With envy turning
Everything in its
Sight to shades of
Green, is to pierce
Through the deceipt
Of it, and to run
From it as fast
As you possibly can
So you may walk
In truth
Hands of Time
Time is fleeting
Hours are passing
Days are ticking by
Skin is ageing
Eyes are straining
Life is passing by
Heart is beating
Emotions feeling
Until the hands
Stand still
Poems and Petals 