Greetings, Air.

#24 Appear in a newspaper/magazine in some way, shape or form.

Have had one of my poems published in a book. I think that counts :)

Mainstream Masochists

Hole in the ground,
No need to be found.
Shy away from life,
Bring me the knife,
Watch it slowly drown.

Deep Thunder

Arising from deep slumber,
To wonder where you are
Look from the duvet then under
Has it gone too far
In doing so, creating thunder.
With this, that thy end be nigh
Thou object repeats, resents thy lies
Thou wishes to fall of flies

Remain dreaming within

You wish to walk and disappear.
No sight, no sound,
Not a mark on the ground,
No trace, left here.

If you shut your eyes,
You can disappear.
Not a soul to be seen,
You are not here?

A shiver, of fear,
Eyes shut, still hear.
Sounds of footsteps.
You must be here.

A cover of your ears,
There’s a voice of “oh, dear”.
You’re discovered here.

There was a trace to find,
Your mind’s not too kind,
A chance to disappear.
Run away from here.

Water is found,
It’s calm, you hear.
To drift, with no avail,
Will the end persevere?

A trace, no sight,
Can’t feel your blight,
Can’t feel a thing.
You stop feeling anything.

Empty words,
Remain dreaming within.

Directionless

Each and every day,
I feel more and more lost,
Never any thoughts towards the cost.
I don’t know which direction to take.
Or what decisions I should make.
Will everything ever be okay?

All the birds in the trees

Hearing voices,
Tears in my eyes.
Thinking of those,
Thoughts of lies.

Haunted

In my dreams you haunt my thoughts,
In my thoughts you continue to hurt,
In my hurt I saw who you were,
Seeing who you were, thoughts never changed.

I thought I’d got rid of you from my life.
But at every turn you’re there, never leaving.
You’re there when I’m walking down the road,
And still there when I wish I could forget you.

(Really old poem)

Sway

Tear yourself, due no control.
Please let me achieve my goal.
Tablets. I sway, not too long.
For the world will soon be gone.

Ode de Notes

I feel like I’m neglecting you.
Soon you will updated by imports.
As much as I enjoy writing, I do.
But you’re only a pretend blog of sorts.
<3

(From my Facebook)

Dictionary Poetry

Multi form if I want sheep.
Nuclear if I want to satisfy detail.
Shadow will stab the lagoon.

Becoming Numb

Creative thoughts, gone askew.
Barely rising up, over you.
Try too hard, no good comes.
Try too little, becoming numb.

Water

Shoal of thought, floating past.
Centre of fish, fog thy mast.
Rudder falters, which way to turn?
Whatever happens, thou shall learn.

Gep

Silence engulfs the woe of mind.
Darkness comforting, over mine.
From the shadows a light doth come.
Barely lasting, am I done?