Sarah Flanigan - Poetry Simply Put

I cannot see
the forest for the trees
my vision obscures
the leaves encroach

I cannot hear
the truth in the clamour
my heart is a drum
my ears eat the thunder

I cannot taste
the tears of victory
my mouth will not open
my appetite absconds

I cannot touch
the stars that entice
my path eludes me
my darkness leads

I cannot smell
the roses that beg pause
my words are thorns
my thoughts black earth

I cannot know
what refuses to be known
my mind is a question
the answers refuse

copyright 2009

Tags: dark, my heart, original poetry, words without pity

Closed in. Trapped. Craving space.
Craving quiet. Lonely.
So tired.

Unwanted. Cold. I shiver in the sun.

A cliche. Past its prime. out of sync with the rest.

Lost in a sea of tumult.
Turbulence.
Beyond the bend of agreement.
Gnawing at the edges of rational thinking.

Empty

What lies inside?
Not safe to go there.

I am the debris
of an exploded star.
Gravity pulls but doesn’t capture
the spray of particles
that hover and dance away in approach.

Nerves jitter and jag
Flop me - a lifeless puppet
soul drifting toward no space, no time, no thing.

Alone. Always alone.
Distant. Disconnected.
Passing time with cigarettes and
desperation (dispair-ation?).

Friends wear foreign faces.
Home is a closed door.
I am invisible.

copyright 2009

Tags: dark, original poetry, Poetry, secrets

Wagging tongues tempting the knife
hearts thudding in gossipy malice
sing-song
twittering in the ether
hiding in the hallways
sneaking through back doors
careful not to make a sound
shhhhh
covetous eyes
produce the desired image
it gluts on spite and sends it
to the take-out counter
for further
conSumption
never knowing it chews their own
asses whilst their backs are turned

copyright 2008

Tags: deceit, gossip, original poetry

Words
the enemy
cutting
fresh blood and
new bruises
Shining the
light
darkly
on the mess
that is
Me
Gouging
fairy
tales
and happy
endings
Laughing at
self-deceit
Crying
I catch them
scratching at
mind
begging entry
to
wreak
wicked
schemes
Promising to
behave
and splash
beautiful
images across
pages
In the last
moment
they dash to
their own freakish
nightmare
and drag me
screaming
along with
Them.

copyright 2008

Tags: dark, Poetry, words without pity