Escapologist

 

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Yesterday is not tomorrow,
Memories are not today.
All those childhood tears
Yet you are not crying now.
You survived my darling,
You survived.

And those heartfelt sighs,
Too, too many goodbyes.
Teddy bears the only lonely listeners,
And birds with broken wings.
Yet you survived my darling.
You may still fly.
 
© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Hello Yesterday

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Hello yesterday, have you returned.
That dress is faded now
But recognisably the same.
And the shame I feel in your presence
Has never, ever, changed.
You are the lover I can never leave.
The paramour I can’t be parted from.
You are Yesterday. My regret.
 
© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Anyroad

It’s December so time for my Advent calendar and this year I thought I’d take a wander through the alphabet starting with A, and yes anyroad is a word, well it makes an appearance in my dictionary

Anyroad

On this path to Nowhere, out of this darkness
Into the deeper shadows of the future.
Shocked by what I’ve lost. Forgot until this moment
What should have remained buried and abandoned
On my escape route from my crimes.
Instead it exists as the only landmark
In this morass. The scar upon the corpse;
The tell-tale smoking gun;
The reminder of what I’ve done
And why my past can’t sleep soundly
In its grave.
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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Too Blind

Day 9 of the review – and a poem about ‘too much’

Made of sticks and stones

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I can’t see you,
Just the echoes
Where you used to be.
Because I’m a lost boy
Confused about the direction,
Whether I’m heading
For heaven or hell.
For I stopped feeling
When I started bleeding
Many moons ago.
And all that’s left
Is half a bottle of whiskey
And these scars
That keep my eyes shut,
I’m down on my knees
Begging for redemption
Knowing the game is up.
For there is just an absence
A black hole in the aether
And the echoes
Where you used to be.

© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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The Cartography of Skin

Day 6 of my review and a poem about the journey.

Made of sticks and stones

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A tattoo of scars
Draws a map of how I’ve sinned.
It shows the route that I have travelled
In my journey on Earth, from birth until today.
Continents drawn contain the highest peaks
Where eagles dwell, then swoop down into
Vast valleys of despair lit only by lights absence.
There are islands of love here and there
Set adrift on barren seas.
While monsters lurk beneath the waves
As ocean tides rise and fall
With the pulsing of my heart.
With this tattoo of scars
I travel; on a path mapped by
This cartography of skin.

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The Cartography of Skin

A tattoo of scars
Draws a map of how I’ve sinned.
It shows the route that I have travelled
In my journey on Earth, from birth until today.
Continents drawn contain the highest peaks
Where eagles dwell, then swoop down into
Vast valleys of despair lit only by lights absence.
There are islands of love here and there
Set adrift on barren seas.
While monsters lurk beneath the waves
As ocean tides rise and fall
With the pulsing of my heart.
With this tattoo of scars
I travel; on a path mapped by
This cartography of skin.

The Scar

Day 17 of the 30 Reblogs of November and a poem that is a reminder to myself that however bad it may seem I will get through it.

Made of sticks and stones

Scar pic

I’m love,

I’m hate,

I’m experience,

I’m the scar.

 

I laugh,

I cry,

I’m the crashing wave,

I’m the power.

 

I build,

I burn,

I’m going nuclear,

I’m the stars.

 

I’ll live

I’m strong.

Made of sticks and stones

Beyond harm.

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The Scar

Scar pic

I’m love,

I’m hate,

I’m experience,

I’m the scar.

 

I laugh,

I cry,

I’m the crashing wave,

I’m the power.

 

I build,

I burn,

I’m going nuclear,

I’m the stars.

 

I’ll live

I’m strong.

Made of sticks and stones

Beyond harm.