Mis-sold lies

Was I mis-sold lies?

a time share of stuttered cries

dreams told

of paved streets lined in gold

a fool’s paradise

but all I find are potholes

and dirt sidings

could someone send a sign please

is this the place

where the pain in my heart starts to ease

Tried to escape on the wisp of a cloud

took to the city, to blend into the crowd

only to have my high feeling crushed

hope turned to dust

under massing feet, of people that rushed

I was lost, in a place of fortune

just a beggar with no tune

Tried to find peace in this nightmare retreat

but the city never sleeps

filled with thieves and creeps

I took to the streets

walked on tired bruised feet

I needed to feel the rush

of the city’s heartbeat

I felt the agony of being lonely

the pain inside cutting me

the flutter of butterflies deep inside

flying with wings like knives

but slowly the place enveloped

I saw new sites, lights, highs developed

like a photograph of beauty

every time you look your eyes find more to see

On those streets, I learned to stand tall

after so long down in a hole

I walked free

let my weary legs guide me

so now when my mood is low

when my brain is slow, or my words wont flow

I take an escape into dreams of flight

over a landscape built to explore at night

recharge my head

let love fill my heart for a change

instead of standing in the pouring rain

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

Feed the Storm

Feel the sting

ice cold rain on skin

bracing drips turn to pour

attention on my face

drowning in self hate

I hear thunder roar

a downpour

to join the tears that race

Lashing

the waters are splashing in eyes

dried tears, wet against grim skies

Puddles rise at feet

soaked hooves, waterlogged shoes

my clothes saturated right through

feed the storm

dont fear the view

feel the sting

let electricity zing

energy in the air, makes nerves sing

like goosebumps on bare arms

thunderous alarms ring

A blistering blinding lightning strike

scorched onto reddened eyes

saddened cries let out

stormy waters of self-doubt

flash floods of thought

sink into sodden mud

sliding further down

this torrential onslaught

feel the sting of the storm in your blood

Thanks for reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

Reflecting on the bottom of a glass

Feeling melancholy

maybe I should just have a coffee

make that a whiskey-soaked tea

chase my demons away

Keep emotion at bay,

Sink another to drown the commotion today

I’m already in an ocean of pain

Single?

yeah, better make that a double,

I’ll have two of them, my head is troubled

a beer to chase it

helps the taste fit

and shame doesn’t feel as bad through a pint glass

Where did the morning go, why has the sun gone black?

Hey moonshine,

you sure remind me of a good time

didn’t we walk this path in a past lifeline

Another day passed out

passed by in the blink of an eye

my past lying there, my future going nowhere

I don't mind, got no reason to be around

my head is smashed,

but that is better than feeling down

I can't take the beatings

I'm dishing out to me

a cold meal of misery

This addicted mind,

the liquor makes me blind

wired all wrong,

can't think straight,

maybe a glass of something strong

people hate me for what I've become

but I am all I ever was

locked in

The tap is open,

pour another keep them flowing

don’t want to feel,

so, I hide in a glass, to feel unreal

Sinking feelings 

spinning room, dizzyingly sickened

is this living

Is this everything

my dreams poured out in a pool on the floor

To be down in the gutter messed up

just waiting for the pub to open the doors

Reflecting back

now I’m on track

words of days long gone 

before I got myself strong

Before I started my path

To find myself and laugh

I used to be so scared,

so afraid to feel

never believed anyone cared

days were dark and my nights were bad

but I found my way

and now pour it all out in my writing pad

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.