Crap Poetry

I had a bad day today, not for any particular thing that happened, just because I was miserable, not to mention a little paranoid. Not even paranoid about stuff that is happening now or might happen in the future, but about stuff that happened in the past ans should have been finished with. It needs sorting, and will be. Anyway, because I was miserable I started writing poems in my break and when there was a quiet moment on the till. Here they are in all their amateurish, not very good glory...


Self Destruction.

Ice cold,
Absolving, burning fire;
Searing death of the soul.
Balancing on the razor's edge,
The bittersweet agony
Cleanses the mind,
Releases the heart.
Cut to the quick
A shivering, naked,
Wretched soul
Is saved from damnation;
Damnation caused by love,
And bitter loathing.
Ice cold,
Absolving, burning fire.
A new life rising
From the ashes of the old.


Kindred Spirits.

Kindred spirits;
Soulmates lost in the dark
Of self pity and blame,
Unable to speak or touch,
Unable to understand.
Broken by the silence
Of a thousand angry words,
Bound by the chains of deepest love.
Drifting apart yet always tied,
Vulnerable, afraid,
Waiting for the light to heal,
And bring them home.


Traveller in the sky.

Lonesome traveller
Canters through the stars
On a steed of flame and Ice.
She walks forever,
A long and wearying road,
A never ending trail across the galaxy,
Trailing her tresses across the sky.
Nameless beauty;
Cold, untouchable, remote;
Unforgiving mistress of the night,
Her glow illuminates.
A harbinger of doom and prophecy,
Burning away the stars as she passes
With her vainglorious light.