Nothing seems real.
The cold evening wind
stinging the eyes and through
a watery squint, a blurred parade
of lights bounce and fracture
on wet streets sending splinters
into glazed eyeballs.
The air strops its edges
on bare cheeks until the skin
is numb. Shadows cower
in vacated corners.
All sense of self
pulls back into the warmth
of a padded coat, the head hooded
within its own muffled enclave.
I feel like a space suited visitor
to an alien world, cut off,
a trespasser on territory
that is not my home.
I often feel like this,
hidden beneath layers,
at times struggling to breathe
the alien air, ungainly
in such a weighted world
with no way back
to wherever I came from.
Categories:
strops, eve, home, self,
Form: Free verse
A joke to you, is nothing to me, it’s funny to you, it hurts me you see, I’ve been nothing before, I’ve been cheated and hurt, I’ve been broken and left, feeling like dirt, you laugh and you joke, you think I’m ok, one of these days, I’ll shout and I’ll say, I’ll tell you my story, and hope that it stops, my overreaction, in you’re word, my strops, you never once bothered, to look past my size, my heart that was broken, the pain in my eyes, my feelings were last, my car was the first, my clothes and my watch, my face is a curse, my smile is just painted, my words are rehearsed, please yes and thank you, all part of the verse, inside I’m screaming, just want to be seen, the real me inside, beating the screen, fighting and kicking, want to get out, my words are just mute, I scream and I shout, looking at me, like things that were lost, like cold winter mornings, the dew and the frost, the cloud from you’re breath, it rises it’s gone, just like the moon, just like the sun, nothings forever, and that one is true, always feel this way, this is nothing new.
Categories:
strops, anger, anxiety, betrayal, confidence,
Form: Rhyme
Slap and hit people and they won't be pals
Slag could be used to describe some gals
Parts of a lunch box could include a strap
Par for a rapper on stage is to rap
Strops have been used on losers in sports
Straw could always be used to hide warts
Rats only in movies would be a star
Rap from me would not be up to par
So what about the above has come to past?
The first words are all spelled reverse of the last!
Categories:
strops, crazy, word play,
Form: Couplet
With more than a hint of anxiety
I doubt all around me
Seeing demons in every shadow
I worry constantly
No rest for my mind
No peace for my conscience
Every breeze that blows
Is an omen of impending doom
I feel so marooned
Far away from tranquillity
I need someone to rescue me
I question all
I analyse minutely
Nothing satisfies me
I am always frazzled
The strain of fear weakens me
I feel unable to be happy
I wonder about what ifs
And throw constant strops and tiffs
I didn’t realise life was going to be like this
Categories:
strops, confusion, depression, introspection,
Form: Prose Poetry
Morning shifts the stars with rays
and the sun a clear sky kissed,
track of the night with dewy drops
the day as a wizard erased.
And in prayer my heart strops
before the celebration of nature-word
may God keep me in the moment at least,
splits when life is like a flower bloomed...
And when every speck and wight
this music of awakening loves
so our destingy gives us and lift freigth
insight and pure thougth attracts,
Now with one hope thirsted
I'm ready to give wings to my dreams,
vow to myself being alwyes traveled
and spirit of excitement to remise...
Categories:
strops, life, nature, prayer,
Form: I do not know?