Eraser


eraser
If only there were an eraser big enough
to wipe the memories clean
leave nothing behind
seen and unseen

Take away what will not leave
lingering ghosts of the past
maybe then the mind
could be free at last

Places, faces, feelings, choices
everything connected to you
back to when I believed
what was said was true

Every day they come
to bring the hurt anew
why can’t an eraser
wipe my mind of you

Remedy


remedy
For all of my insanity
and all the things I’ve tried
it seems that only you
are my remedy

Everything about you
is only ever wrong
but my insanity
never stops

Quieting the madness
if only for a second
with all the choices
still you are my remedy

Try to let you go
not come back again
as the madness grows
I let you in

For all my insanity
nothing else will do
it still seems
my only remedy is you

Invisible


invisible
Always here but they don’t see
looking at but right through me
standing beside them always near
never knowing what they should fear

Quietly watching all that they do
observing things that they never knew
always here but they don’t see
invisible me

Another Poetry Club poem https://www.facebook.com/BSHPoetryClub

Breathless


breathless
Slipping slowly down
trying not to drown
life’s troubles everywhere
no breath left to share

Waiting, longing just to be
a single breath for me
it never comes in time
and so I die within this rhyme

(Another Poetry Club poem)

Truth


truth
Another of my Poetry Club poems:

I never tell the truth
and I care too much what people think
writing makes me sick
and reading is only a chore

I don’t believe in love
or that forever can exist
that you only live once
and life is just a bore

I don’t wish to be happy
and I never think I can succeed
but if you believe any of this poem
a mental readjustment is what you need

(The prompt for this poem was to write a poem about yourself in which nothing is true)

Fears


fears
When I have fears that I may cease to be
and then I say when nothing is there
except silence, they have only cries and fears
no matter that alone am I
where screams may never cease
and longing to just be

(Written with the high school poetry club that I sponsor. I will be posting all the poems written with the club over the next few weeks)

Somewhere


unreal
If you close your eyes
And think really hard
Maybe you can go
Somewhere else

Where everything is different
And nothing is real
With just a thought
You can change how you feel

Time has no meaning
You just float along
Tomorrow never comes
Today is all there is

Where everything is different
And nothing is real
You alone determine
Everything you feel

Goodbye


goodbye
The time has come to say goodbye
today becomes a piece of the past
now to start a new journey
ready to take those steps at last

The memories of all there was
entwined within our heart
remaining there forever more
even though we will be apart

In years to come we will recall
the laughter, tears and all we shared
we will never truly forget
how much we all cared

But now the time has come at last
can’t stop it no matter how we try
all that now is left
is just to say goodbye

Insecurity


insecurity
They say money is the root of all evil
actually it’s the love of money
but in my opinion the root of all evil
is insecurity

It gives birth to fear, jealousy, lying
manifests itself as gossip, manufactured drama
blossoms into treachery, lust for power
and selfishness

Insecurity turns people into narcissists
and liars, envious, fearful backstabbers
They make the drama all your fault when
in reality it’s all about them

They want so much to be liked
that they will do anything to think they are
in reality everyone knows what they are
and all about their insecurity

Syndrome


short
There once was a guy from Montana
who lied about being top banana
short man syndrome all that was true
thinking he fooled me and you
the syndrome made him think he was big and bad
when in reality he was just small and sad
pretending he is someone he will never be
hoping the lies help others not see
shrinking more under the lies that he tells
each one creating new circles of hell
this guy with short man syndrome from Montana

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