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Mocking, Flashing, Little Bar On Screen

Surrounded by blank opportunities missed, 
Missing and lost
The stream of thoughts drying up to a trickle 
And all they can do is focus on nothing, on this point
That is that single 
Mocking, flashing, little bar on screen

Sleep drags at my eyelids, my head, my heart
And goes unnoticed, uncared for, unloved
Replaced by all consuming nothing

Staring at me
Mocking, flashing, little bar on screen

It stares and I stare back, defiantly loosing 
My sanity
It’s taken my heart and drunk my thoughts dry 
So now I’m left 
Sleep deprived and alone 
And then it hits me again and again and again the flicker of
Mocking, flashing, little bar on screen

And I’ve had it I give up, it wins
So now I go, to dream of nod
And to forget 
One more night spent
With that 
mocking , 
flashing, 
little 
bar 
on
screen

To be fair it’s not as bad as that bloody paperclip

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Life

This sophisticated depravity
Is clearly out of clarity	
A calm calamity
Or so it seems to be

A misconstrued conception
That includes the exception
A well meaning deception
That this is all it’s meant to be

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Now

once
a time 
no longer ago than now 
not future perfect but its imperfection’s past
down the river of flowing present 
relatively just past the future

not when, when why is what needs answering 
yet who’d care where it was 
or whence it shall have been
not I for sure for despite all I am, 
all I can do is think therefore 
I am physically limited

these thoughts that stop and start and end 
not yet begun 
and yet long considered, that mind of mine is in
ill repair, unhealthily reconstructing 
what was there before, 
obliging nothing.

and so I spiral in swirling tides
that ebb and flow and slowly grind rocky
thoughts to ideas 
concepts, hypotheses and 
more thoughts that paddle me through the storms of
‘Now’

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Salty Cheeks

The sun has gone, the moon looks down
Casting pale shadows on the ground
And I sit silent, unable to sleep,
That pale face looking onto salty cheeks

All alone, with the host of fears
No one else can see these tears 
That come screaming from my eyes
The silent stream that springs from lies

Lies that my ragged heart holds dear,
Spun from doubt, self hate and fear
Their silken pain slides through my head
At night when comfort stays unsaid

This night is no exception from the rest
And rest is missing in its place a test
Testing my resolve to carry on;
To bear this heartache and then move on.

But it’s hard to move when chained to doubt,
Shackled so long I’ve lost the will to shout 
For help. Help that I thought wouldn’t come
But here comes the dawn, up comes the sun

I take a breath; air fills my chest
I walk to the sink and do my best
To wipe away the tears that replaced sleep
But water only ever cleans skin deep

I won’t hold on, I can’t let go
I want to break this chain of woe
And after all these wraith like weeks
To finally be rid of salty cheeks.

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Him

Sand’s time slips through my fingers
Separating now from then
And me from him
Him, silent as the grave

The petty pace creeps on
The rain still falls
An echo of yesterday fades
Lost in the face of death 

Silently enveloping all in 
Empty misery
 
No more strut or fret anymore
Not even a fair hour on stage
But never, never ‘merely’ a player
He was so much more
A friend

The sands of time
Cruel harbingers of fate
Trickling away, 
To the last syllable of recorded time
And nothingness