Sarah Flanigan - Poetry Simply Put

Looking back
at all things past
I cannot look forward
unbearable that tomorrow

Second guessing
I cannot trust
first guesses
always wrong

Who is that
wearing my clothes
speaking my voice
owning my thoughts?

Where did I go
why am I lost
where is my hope
what happened?

copyright 2010

Tags: dark, irony, original poetry, Poetry, secrets

They gather and
scratch at the edges
and doors of my dreams
Slipping through the
cracks and crevices
blocking the light
bringing the dark
and the Doubts

And I comfort
the useless,
worthless
frightened me
Tell her to
be brave –
that it’s just a
dream
And dreams can
be chased
by the light of
day.
But she doesn’t
believe me
and keeps a
watchful eye
on the Moon.

Copyright 2009

Tags: dark, ghosts, looking glass, my heart, original poetry, Poetry

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

Why?
is my question
Why?
is the answer
I need
Why?
is what keeps me
in bondage
Why?
keeps me awake
and asking
Why?
is what I will
never know

copyright 2009

Tags: dark, goodbye, Love, my heart, original poetry

You only wanted me
until you had me
until I said yes
until I was yours
forever

You only loved me
from very afar
at arm’s length
in your mind
from the world of what if?

You only touched me
when I wasn’t there
when I couldn’t respond
when it no longer mattered

You only needed me
until I needed you
until I reached out
until I proved imperfect
flawed
and unlovable

copyright 2009

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

Broken sleep
dreams deprived
of dimension
Looking for home
I want to go home
Where is home?

Mind aims askew
time ticks away
Focus lost
Looking for home
I want to go home
Where is home?

Mistakes logged
no do-overs
doomed to the future
Looking for home
I want to go home
Where is home?

Wandering soul
seeking the safe
any open door
Looking for home
I want to go home
Where is home?

words & image copyright 2009

Tags: dark, home, Life, original poetry, secrets

It rained on the sun today
I sat on the stoop smoking
watching the drops saturate the earth
Doubts haloed my head
like the mist that rose from the grass
after the light gave up the sky

Nerves quieter
yet the mind still raced
ticking off laps –
a mad jogger
who is late for the race

For a flash I saw a different me
A future existence
I liked her, that woman I was
in that tiny moment
neediness absent
confidence, yes, but quiet
no anticipation, just certainty
And then I was me again
I was tired.
I am tired.

The pain is dull,
not sharp and jagged as it was.
Sad, soft but always there.
I need sleep without dreams.
A warm place to float

copyright 2009

Tags: catching rain, dark, Life, original poetry

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

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