So, I decided I wanted all my poems in one place, preferably somewhere my scattered mind would know, so here. Gallery a la shit!
NOTE: A word to the wise, it is dark, it is depressing. Please don't read or comment if that's something you can't handle.
I am not yet born, shower me
With human comfort, support, a loving embrace
And a family to laugh with
And with a loving hand to nurture me
I am not yet born, save me
From myself, from people slinking in the
Dark, from hard times, from wise lies
And people who enslave me
I am not yet born, teach me
Of beautiful things yet to come, of hearts
And souls and of feelings inside me
And of kindness to reach me
I am not yet born, lead me
Through trials and troubles, through thick
And thin, through life, through death
And always need me.
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A clarion call fills the air
Louder than the guns and screams around
Unrelenting, gruesome, the Piper calls
Rows of khaki dancing behind
And still the bloody dance continues
No one who hears can resist his song
Marching over the hills merrily
Only when the guns fall silent
Will his pipe finish its deadly cry
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A mark upon her forehead
Labeled in indelible ink
Invisible to the world
Glaring to her eyes
Scarlet on white
A mark upon her forehead
Forever scarred and ruined
A landscape of regret
Grey and deadly
Ink on skin
A mark upon her forehead
A knife across her throat
Darkness pushing her under
Light piercing her through
Light and shadow
A mark upon her forehead
A chain to the ground.
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The angel of mercy has fallen
In a hail of unmarked graves
Her body resides with unknown soliders
Her power and life she freely gave
In shallow trenches, choked with mud
In empty screams heard no more
A wave of gunfire the only sound
Reverberating over the dead land
A sea of crosses, the spoils of war
The angel of mercy, dead by our hands.
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If I had died today
Would there be mourners at my graveside
Would tears feed the loose packed soil
And grief rip through the air?
If the blade tasted my blood
Would my heart bleed itself dry
Would it flow freely over my body
Or escape in a puff of dust?
If my breath escaped forever
Would the earth embrace me
Would I find the solace I need
Choked beneath your footsteps?
If I could silence my voice
Would I be alone forever
Would the absence kill me and
Exorcise this demon in one?
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A faded memory
Dim with age
Of gentle blue eyes
Set in a face of stone
Proud and strong, and humble
A warmth exuded
My last memories
Tempered with loss
A pearl memory
Rose with time
Of a tall rigid figure
Mouth crinkled in a smile
As we put the flowers to bed
My last memories
Coloured with love
A pure memory
Buried and treasured
Words infused with hope and pain
Conveying his strength, his hope
A whisper of tears behind him
My last memories
Purified by loss.
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More will follow once I find them. Maybe.