People like me stand on the edges of bridges,staring down,watching the provocative swirling water reach out;beckoning to heal,to bury my heart at the bottom of the sea so I can be part of something. People like me walk with nooses around our necks.People like me beg that we can take no more,so people like youContinue reading “People Like You Like People Like Me”
Author Archives: TerryFied
In my poetry is my catharsis,
my attempt to personify my anger and pain;
not because I have no joy,
but because pain pulls at my pen more
Of Love and Never-Loved
Haven’t we all stood in this awning,the world quiet but hearts yawningaching.How does it feel when love is an elusive kite you can never control,even when your heart tugs and tugs.I keep running and you will ask why I keep runningYou will say to stop and listen to the night,all the sounds in the dark,allContinue reading “Of Love and Never-Loved”
Book Review- A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara
Every once in a while, a reader encounters a book that is both the best and the worst book they ever read, and they won’t stop talking about it. They will however tell you that they would not recommend it to anyone. That book is “A Little Life” by Hanya Yanagihara. The book follows fourContinue reading “Book Review- A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara”
Why Not Lemons
I told my love that oranges were my favourite,so my love kissed me on the cheek and planted citrus treesAnd when December drew nigh,my love brought me lemons,said,“here, my love. Your wish is my command” They were bitter,but they were my love’s,and my love had painstakingly planted lemon trees for me. When he saw meContinue reading “Why Not Lemons”
The senses of Deceit
I know what lies look likeI have seen you dart your eyes to the left,maybe that was a tell. I know you lie,I know every word out of your mouth is a shrine of deceit,an extra bar to this cage. I know what lies look like because I have seen you,I have heard you-scream atContinue reading “The senses of Deceit”
It’s a Rut
I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.
Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis
The Death of Immortality
Under sycamore trees you fed me grapes,made me whisper over and over that I wanted you.I knew the loneliness of your creation never left,the feeling that one day I would not be enough,But under that sycamore tree I was perfect and tomorrow was today.And you fed me grapes as you webbed a future that wasContinue reading “The Death of Immortality”
Absurdity
When heaven sunk and you were with it,it pressed your head to its bosom;Let you close your eyes and imagine,that you were still matter…You were still matter.Maybe it was your destiny;to drown with heaven,to find an end beyond the complacency of life,to stretch vocal cords with the angels,one of something,part of a whole. When hellContinue reading “Absurdity”
Cold Silent Nights
There’s a hollow in me,Dark, quiet…and when my emotions fly through,the echo reverberates down to my bones. There’s a pain in me,when I close my eyes I can touch the angry glob throbbing red down my veins.
Thirst
We could wait forever by these shores,As wet clay begets dry clay begets…statues washed by these streams,frozen lovers of the river goddess;We could wait forever. Eons would go by and we would wait,fingers welded together…watching the seasons dance into each other,listening to the scorch that glues your finger to mine;We could wait forever The streamContinue reading “Thirst”
