Addict

Mind flips back the pages, the diary empty, devoid

so many missed entries, where was I? absent

the time, my past, that lives only in fragments

where drink took my hand, took me places best to avoid

feeling melancholy, maybe should have a coffee, or a tea

soaked with whiskey please, chase my demons away

to keep my emotions at bay

head sore from the night before, the wreckage, the brains debris

A single, make that a double, ill take three of them

and a beer to help the buzz hit

where did the day go? sun gone all moonlit

moonshine reminds me of a good night, what have I become?

Last orders at the bar, the bell is ringing

should go home, shouldn't have another one

but this addicts mind is all wired wrong

it helps stops the thoughts from stinging

Another day passed out, passed by, seen through the bottom of a bottle

don't mind, no reasons to be around

my mind is sinking, my brain is slowly drowned

can I take these beatings I'm serving myself? I'm near rock bottom

With eyes open, the room spins, closed I see you

no escape, this is not living

this is barely even existing

need to find peace, find it in me to feel new, can I pull through?

These words are days long past

from a time where all felt unworthy

felt so alone, so full of worry

before I gained strength to live at last

Thanks for reading,

Kyle.

Screen romance

The story over long before the credits roll

the curtain was halfway down before we stood a chance

never got to see the budding romance

before the final act has even started to unfold

Our tale, a brief interlude from a bigger movie

could never flourish, would never grow

the script left unfinished just never flowed

only ever saw the beast, never got to see the beauty

No beginning or middle, all led to it ending

story held no structure, no one at the controls

the plot was in pieces, so full of holes

the direction was wrong from day one, needed amending

No one knew the lines, improvised all their scenes

the storyboards were flawed, the cast was too young

they didn't connect or share any bond

This tale was never meant for the screens

Was this comedy or tragedy?

seemed more like an horror story

a straight to TV release, a production so flawed

the faults could never be ignored

Even the worst movies have moments where the true love does shine

the screen kiss was real, the stars had their time

the story was bad, 2 stars at best, would never hit primetime

but it had lessons to teach, its heart was just fine

Thanks for reading.

Kyle.

Dreams change

Dreams change, I remember as a child
they were all about toys and family
sleep was an extended playtime for me
filled with joy and laughter, we smiled

As the years pass, into my teens
my dreams fuelled by rage, an age I felt out of place
anger filled my mind, injustice at the hurt id had to face
they told of the bullies and fears, I wanted escape by any means

As a young adult I dreamt of her, she who made me smile
the girl with punky hair, she would visit at night
she would take me away, on adventures far and wide, a beautiful sight
she was a vision, every time i closed my eyes, the perfect profile

Then my dreams turned dark, the girl left my heart
the monsters took over, they brought their loathing,
a self doubt crept over like a black fog, mind soured, I was nothing
as the dreams shredded my self, tears drenched my cheeks, was falling apart

In my dreams I fought a deadly battle
As in life I was spared, took on my demons
in time they became just distant moans, I won
started to rebuild, a life less fragile

Dreams change, now I dream of the things I want
I let myself tell the stories, let happy thoughts flow
let my voice be heard over the murmur below
no longer let the monsters taunt

My dreams not only for me
My dreams of a life id like to see
My dreams of happiness, joy an increase in peace
My dreams will come in time, walk out of the darkness, a release

Thanks for reading.

Kyle 

Art ©Rebecca Costello

Smile

This smile, a long time returning
it went away, took a journey south
emotionally drained, the world carried on turning
now I can feel it slowly lifting my mouth

Was so jaded and drained
the fire inside had just turned to ashes, dust
the shine in my eyes had long faded, I was pained
with time, a kind heart, a change in mind, the fires combust

Humour never quite left me alone, though it hid at times
now it is budding and growing,  feel it blooming
as my life finds new pieces, new peace and new rhymes

no longer fear the daytime looming

Used to sleep away my days, as if I was dead
asleep in a coffin for a bed
now I want to experience more, do all
want to get out try anything, not afraid to fall

Thanks for reading,

Kyle.

Geek

You call me a geek, like its a bad thing
I think unique has a better ring
I see the world with a distinctive view
my glasses show a different hue

You say I'm a freak, as if I'm not human too
you think me meek, but i am stronger than you
I have fought against so much pain
you would crumble under the strain

You tell me I'm pathetic, well Ive got more to show

don't fit your aesthetic, have more heart than you will ever know

found my world, my place, my own way
you just got angry, bitter and grey

You call me names, like I'm going to break
you play your games, as if they cause me heartache
but I have life, a joyous, happy time
no matter what you say I'm living in my prime

Thanks for reading.
Kyle.

Doorways

So many doors ahead
all new passages down which to be led
how can I choose, which one to take?
which one could be a mistake?

Do I stride through door one?
a rainy landscape, seems grey and glum
but that is just weather, it could change anytime
the sunshine could make this path sublime

I could pass through door two
the pathway to you
a journey that could bring hurt and pain
but could also bring love again

Door three sits slightly open to me
inside a sight so beautiful to see
an ocean view, bathed in sunshine so bright
but it could all be an illusion, a trick of the light

Door four locked shut, its key on the floor
no way to get a glance inside, would be scary to explore
is it filled with monsters and ghouls, or a story to tell?
is it a path to happiness or hell?

So I have to take a choice
only one I can take, I hear my voice
door four, all the doors lead to a world unknown
they all lead forward, to make my own

Thanks for reading.
Kyle.

Drawn to life

Try to stay between the lines
as you add the colour to me
the image becomes real and defines
it all adds detail you see

No longer two dimensional
now a fuller picture
so much still hidden, but gradually revealing, inspirational 
as the tones are added to the skin, giving structure

With history, a story, a mystery show
until the layers unravel, unwrap and I appear unhatched
reborn, a newborn, with a true glow, your pen drew it so
added depth to the flat picture, no longer shackled, I am unlatched

You drew me out, drawn to you
see the world through eyes so free
an artistic point of view
you unchain the real me

The picture has clarity, imagination and a sense of emotion
a playful smile with a twinkling eye
as you hide the darkness with artistic solutions
as the light hits the shade, and the colour brightens this once lost guy

Thanks for reading.
Kyle.