Engraved blade

A blade, engraved
my blood, it craves

my name etched, on shiny edge

hanging above my head
ready to cut, at any time

swinging by a thread
me standing on a ledge
arms outstretched
just watching as time's sands shift

through the hourglass in a steady drift

Bullet emblazoned with letters

spins through the air

towards me, a slow-motion nightmare
I can see it coming
but cannot move

legs stuck fast

like my shoes have been swapped with glue
just watching the hands
creep around the clock face
in a deathly glacial pace

The poison is already on my skin
It's just taking its sweet time to sink in

knocking out my nervous system

body under attack
offering little resistance
an invasion, as the bullet grazes my temple
I let out a wail, a cry, a hail of words
as the blade inches ever closer
I just watch as day becomes night and back again
Eyes dulled to the light, blinded by the dark
always flowing like tides, following highs and lows

waves rise and fall 

lapping like mini waterfalls

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

Autumn Leaves

Golden brown tears from tired trees

Autumn leaves, waving into the blankness

the carpet of amber tinged sadness

as the pathway becomes twisted,

eyes misted,

in the bitter cold breeze

on that autumn eve

Droplets fall from the branches above

onto rust coloured canvas,

was ready to be painted with love

but now only heartache seeps out

as the melancholic trail

tails off into the distance

eyes are cried out, 

can barely raise my voice

let alone shout

The tale stops. Drops like a stone

a story of love, with nowhere to call home

as autumn leaves, and winter begins

the icy sting, goosebumps on skin

ochre filtered pictures

where hope grew richer

the sorrow and misery,

covered in snow so wintery

Thanks For Reading

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

Sheep in wolves’ clothes?

Just a sheep in wolves’ clothes?

he walks in lonely shadows

as they stretch out in front of him

growing potent like a bad omen

let’s his smile lift for a moment

before its pulled from his face

should be used to this bitter aftertaste

it never gets erased

Loneliness is all he sees

from sea to sea, only one piece of land

an island in the midst, just him in the mist

buried like a cursed treasure under sand

it never seems to end,

can’t see the horizon

the way the light bends

to avoid him

eyes tighten from cold wind biting

his skies never brighten

Lone wolf lets out a howl

no pack to call, no one to hear him growl

he just ambles along

wondering how his life went so wrong

where the waters end and the lands begin

nothing makes any sense to him

thoughts are fogged

eyes water-logged

like glasses covered,

drenched in tears

The pain sears

Thanks For Reading

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

 

Blood Red Door

I need to get out

too much creeping doubt

filtering down
into these already muddy surrounds

starting to swamp me now
I faced Death
Death paced around
tapping his scythe on the ground
and my heart started to pound

Space closing
walls feel imposing
I'm losing my focus
and it's making me dozy
too cosy inside
this crazy head cage
I'm just a product of my rage
and the stains
that poured
onto my page

Ink that splattered,
when I thought that my thoughts mattered
when my glass wasn’t shattered
and my shell wasn’t cracked or battered
I battled to break the cycle
but I was already on a downward spiral

a bottle smashed,
a party crashed
a dozen or more times my heart's
vinyl record was scratched
destined to repeat the same mistakes
Death stands in wait
my final seconds were etched
on skin taut and stretched

This itch
just won’t quit
to feel pain
down in the pits
a hole not a ditch
filled with puddles
strained tear floods

blood stained floor

still it poured
Death held my hand

led me towards the
red tinged door
and I still wanted more

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

Moonshine and Dreams (700th post!!)

In secluded streets,

illuminated by moon beams

fuelled by moonshine and dreams

we met as the sky wept tears of ice

swept along by a feeling so nice

you took my hand

I fell for your masterplan,

I was damned

In concrete forests, and asphalt fields

steel and brick

our love grew too quick

we let go of our barriers and shields

and let the moonlight guide

in a taxi for two,

just along for the ride

looked into the eyes of forever

could only ever see

my weathered reflection crying,

shouting back at me

a shiver

thoughts flowed like a river

deep and true

I'd fallen for you

On those winter walks, in darkened parts

we bared our hearts

spoke in tongues, let our mouths embark

on journeys that were too great for us

we didn’t have the means, the motives or trust

we just floated on that river,

drifted together

let smiles hide the doubts I cried

deep inside

As spring took its first steps out of the cold

we let ourselves be lifted, felt so bold

but doubt had already taken hold

and love had already grown into something old

It crept in the shadows cast,

as the sun sat low in the sky

It lay in the beds of other men, a list quite vast

showered tears cry at those spring lies

Thanks For Reading.

This is my 700th piece written for this page,

never quite imagined it would reach this level when I first started.

So I just want to thank everyone that has read my work, 

it means so much to me!

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

Quicksand

Standing on unsteady ground

quicksand underfoot, I daren't move around

if I struggle, I'll be pulled down

but if I stay, I'll perish anyway...
I feel the slow tug at my feet

ground slowly trembles underneath
I'm sinking, already ankle deep

this isn’t how I intended to end my days

spending time thinking of escape, in so many ways

You see the quicksand is not the biggest issue
It’s not the main thing pulling my chin to my chest

as I’m eaten alive, digested,
with thoughts I struggle to express

this is all quite a test

and I forgot my pen,
all I have is this blood in my veins

my electricity supply cut off at the mains

Slowly I'm dragged further under
Now knee deep, under sandy covers
I can’t struggle I can’t flee, could use a drink
any movement, causing me to sink
But in mind,
the quicksand is just a stroll on the beach
for happiness is so far out of reach
I'm being devoured by so much more
thoughts that used to whimper, now they roar
shouting down any happy feeling
I want to flee this inner screaming

I'm down to the waist and sinking quicker
what a waste of a life,
a candle on its last dying flicker
as the sand surrounds, I'm worn down
like a sand papered door,
the paint gone now, just a blank canvas
upon which to let paint pour
I feel so anxious
In my bed, I've sat for days,
feels like weeks
of all my problems,
the quicksand is the least

I'm weak, at my final push
I'm in no rush, internally crushed
nothing seems real, there is no hope
no future, in a hole without an escape
I tried to climb but there was no rope
arms are too weak,

the white flag is beginning to drape

This tomb of sand now tightens my chest
as the internal beats slow down in painful protest
If I struggle, I'm going down
If I’m calm, there could be escape
I lay back and think of blue skies
I listen out for the songs heard at sunrise
to my surprise the sandy hands that hold,
loosen their grip, I can start to climb
through the grime and out into the sunlight
shining gold

In my bed the sun shines in on me
It reminds me that the days are not all grey
It dawns on me,
I'm drawn towards a place I can be free
instead of the one that wants me to stay
buried, beneath sand and clay
misery and dismay

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

Ruby Fragments

Heart cries tears, silent distant howls

sobs that break down into primal sounds

you can’t hear them,

but you can feel the vibrations deep inside

like a river surge, the pull of a tide

waves of hurt reside, in those tears cried

Heart bleeds, ice cold shards

dripping, red wine tinged sadness

pools of liquid light, through ruby fragments

rose coloured reminders, bound

binders of yesterday’s story, once lost now found

history threatens to pull you down

Heart plays wicked games

provokes shame, causes you to accept blame

for things that went wrong in days of pouring rain

stains you inside and out

pains, to hear it beating now

out of time, out of tune

out of sync, running out too soon?

Heart craves attention, engraved names

marked down on trees, park benches

head creates tension, imprisoned in chains

slaves to mind, body, heart, and soul

just wishing to be free, to seek new adventures

create a world that feels whole

Thanks For Reading

Peace & Love.

Kyle.