3am Wanderings and Wonderings

End of day, soft pillow, warm quilt
Heater on high, empty room
Out-back courtyard, moon bright, stone hard
Goosebumps in post-midnight gloom

Eyes wide, can't sleep, struggling to unwind
Cold air, cold heart
Bare legs, smoke curls, once neat hair unfurls
Inside, fall apart

Orange light, stubbed out
Long night, no doubt

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I have no excuse, I was very depressed when I wrote this

I'm bleeding on the dance floor But the band keeps playing on And the dancers keep on twirling As their shoe soles turn crimson My blood type's AB positive And I'm positively sure I wish the only blood that's spilling Would be mine across this floor My eyes drift close, I'm failing The band's melody begins to waver And the dancers dance more slowly To this new melancholy flavour My lady beckons me closer My cheek rests on the sticky floor She's finally come to collect me And set me free from this life's chore Yet my hea...

Mortality

A teardrop to a summer storm Or more a truck stop to a driver I do not know which one I was My hope is that I'll be neither A petal on a dying rose Or its bush's prickly thorns Either evergreen and unwanted Or finite despite who mourns It's hard to see what's pencil And what is written in ink I know that I'm indelible Or at least that's what I think To depart and leave behind Naught but a ghost of joy and pain I'll work until I'm deadly sure Something of me will remain

Good Things Come In Threes (or that one time I wrote a poem about murder)

The first time you died was when you met her You came home and I saw the light in your eyes My smile is fixed as you describe her work And I could feel the fires of your love for me die I did not weep until you'd gone, my tears saved for the next day The second time you died was with her in the car The crash, then the funeral, you stood; a shell You died a death inside, and I knew if you could You would swap us around and send me to hell I did not weep till late at night, but my love for you would stay The third time you died there was nothing for me We had such hopes, I recall as my hands tightened A necklace of the dust of my love gave you a blue blush Your last death was mine and I found myself enlightened I did not weep for you, my love, I just let you fade away

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