“Sore”
Pieces forgotten,
years of memory ignored.
Muscles rebuilding.
Steve D
Category: Poetry
Haiku Sunday – Glimpse
“Glimpse”
Faint starlight at dusk,
wink in and out of vision,
peripheral light.
Steve D
Misplaced Missive #180 -Dead End Want
Temptation in the face of practicality,
Shackled by conservative morality,
And the reality of significant others;
The dead end want of would be lovers,
Will how long stay under covers,
Of normalcy and friendship? Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #180 -Dead End Want”
Haiku Sunday – Era
“Era”
An era of TV,
over like a phase of life.
More will come, I hope.
Steve D
Misplaced Missive #174 – Lying From Me
Taking lies at face value.
How you don’t dare to delve deeper,
Into what is manifestly untrue,
Into prayers offered up to you,
Betrays the facade you fake,
A shallow reminder in every
Flippant remark you make.
I remain unsurprised,
Because it’s par for the course,
Your usual, enacted without remorse,
A flawed mask of insincere discourse. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #174 – Lying From Me”
Midnight Depression Collection Pt. V
Available
One phone call – two calls, three
How long can I ignore the screech?
How long ’til I join it in a scream?
I’m not available.
As I type this
My phone twitches from convulsions –
Even the inanimate
Can be burdened
With illness from the constant
Contact and calling… Continue reading “Midnight Depression Collection Pt. V”
Haiku Sunday – Cleaning
“Cleaning”
Life disorganized,
cluttered, too many start points.
Pick one and finish.
Steve D
Midnight Depression Collection Pt. IV
Without Meaning
Locked away and
Re-taught to be an adult –
One week at a time
A slow ease into being ‘healthy’.
Normal is a far hike
For one of our kind
Average is a step that
Looks like a leap
That lands you
Over a cliff. Continue reading “Midnight Depression Collection Pt. IV”
Misplaced Missive #117 – Land and Sea
Why doesn’t it feel the same?
The difference between the calm plain,
And the tempestuous sea,
Why must it always be,
Me,
Who prefers sinking and drowning,
Over standing on my own two feet.
My crowning accomplishment:
My self-deprecating defeat. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #117 – Land and Sea”
Midnight Depression Collection Pt. III
The Novelties of Perspective
I’ve been wearing my sheep’s clothing
For so long now, I’ve forgotten what
Lies beneath
Let sleeping dogs lie,
Let sheep-like people hide,
Lest ye discover that they be wolves. Continue reading “Midnight Depression Collection Pt. III”
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