Caught up in Poetry

Another tedious day

Another morning filled with

Kettle clicking

Knife chopping

Clock ticking

Cat screeching,

Cricket chirping, silence;

Another day stuck in this house that’s falling apart.

Maybe I should go on a walk

My thoughts are made up of tiny mismatched jigsaw pieces that can’t fit into one huge photo.

They are an amusement park ride that keeps spinning around in circles with no off switch.

These thoughts aren’t in a linear pattern full of meaning like stars that glow.

I want these pieces to be forgotten and thrown in a roadside ditch.

Hoping that my factory machines will shut down and the bats in my heart will cease to exist.

Remember red, the PTSD nightmares and screams that make life afterwards seem glum.

The blood that comes gushing out of someone’s chest after an attempt on their own life.

Of a person who lived to tell this story because of their concerned wife.

Remember red, the colour of the medals he received while fighting pinned onto his jacket during this remembrance day ceremony.

Beauty is when the lake

sparkles like crystals

And my mind feels

at ease

in this silent world

that is distant

with a gorgeous sunset

in the sky.

A fire glows

inside my heart

And I feel this wave of relaxation

whenever I see

this breathtakingly

A ghost, who no longer exists in reality, only in her mind.

A person she looks for every night, but can never seem to find.

A little girl was eaten by a woman who seemingly lost her way.

Struggling to find any sort of future so she rewinds the past to keep problems at bay.

But, it’s impossible to retrieve someone she once buried in deep-seated mud.

Key chains are built 

inside her heart and brain. 

When she was born they were almost like a new toy a child opens on Christmas, shinny and untouched. She got older and her subconscious 

started to pull on her ribbons engrained inside her, begging to come out of her skull and tie onto someone else's mind. 

The common sense part of her brain 

was frozen in the past. 

He decided he didn't want to be bonded by her ropes that were tangled all around him 

anymore and the chemistry was suddenly dead. The key chains were yanked very hard from her heart until their was a crack down the middle 

which slowly expanded until it was broken into 2.  And all the yanking 

of something being pulled from her skull left a couple of scars on her mind. And those stayed on for a very long time. The safety pins that connected them together were once shinny and new 

On this windy autumn afternoon,

While colourful leaves fall off trees,

Nature sings a rustling tune,

And one leaf that falls below my feet stands out from all the others in this breeze,

The leaf is red, just like the maple leaf that represents a certain place,