some poems

a couple of my poems, old now, but i thought i'd throw them up


Smaller - 1994

I stood, still not playing their violent game
gritting my teeth, grinning through the pain
knowing their interest would soon wear thin
and i could leave this hell within
withdrawn so deep, i saw my soul
not breaking down, my only goal
let them kick while i retreat
smaller, and smaller still
keep shrinking until
you can't hurt me
i'm small as can be

Rest - 16/05/1994 20:53

Breath of wind

Taste of life

Edge of cliff

Point of knife

Glimpse of reason

Gasp of pain

Change of season

Fall of rain

Right or wrong

Truth or lie

Think of me

But let me die