You maysay anything,but that does not give youimpunity, for all the wordsyou say. 2021©DSCoremans This poem was written as a companion piece to the poem Villanelle - Hold Your Tongue, which was used as inspiration for the 13 February 2021 - Poetry Prompt. Picture Used Taken: Dunblane, Stirling (September 2009) ©DSCoremans Happy Writing. Stay Safe.... Continue Reading →
Have I gone blind; or just lost sightof an unplanned destination?Having held my tongue I feel contrite. I am the darkest part of night;I have fed on hesitation.Have I gone blind or just lost sight? Spitting words like venom when I fight,I don’t speak of devastation.Having held my tongue I feel contrite. My bark is... Continue Reading →
Are the decisions we make right or wrong? Does choice have a fixed morality? We live in a world where every life is one of constant choices and decisions yet are the same questions and decisions always answered the same way by all? When is something right? When is something wrong? Can that which is... Continue Reading →
Upon my shoulders the world has been placed;my burden, against my will and protest.I, a bird, return to an empty nest;my potential plundered, and then displaced. The badge I wear leaves me feeling disgraced,revolted by the skin in which I’m dressed.My path and progression have both been pressedand I am hollowed by my hate and... Continue Reading →
Duality, is more than just nature it is natural. Being more than we are is as much a necessity as it is a requirement. I want to be more, so I am. I may not be more…yet, but in time, pretending is enough and given time, I become that which I pretend to be. Easy... Continue Reading →
Do notspeak about fear,for doing so makes real,all you may have wished to ignoreunleashed. 2021©DSCoremans Picture Used Taken: (Radiohead) Glasgow Green, Scotland (June 2008) ©DSCoremans Happy Writing. Stay Safe. Stay Distracted.
I will lose them bothbefore I can find myself.I must be ready. 2021©DSCoremans Picture Used Taken: (Radiohead) Glasgow Green, Scotland (June 2008) ©DSCoremans Happy Writing. Stay Safe. Stay Distracted.
Sometimes I writewithout intention;waiting to seewhat happensnaturally, or not,I go with the flow, I arrive where I should be. Without preparationI am left unsteadyand though I tryI am never sure, where I should be.It fills my head with angstwhen I think about you, instead of meyet every choice along the journey,is one I would make... Continue Reading →
There is so much that I want to do. But I am tired. Tired. Tired doesn’t feel like strong enough a word. I am exhausted, deflated, broken down and burnt-out. I am an empty tank, a cracked glass which leaks water faster than it can be filled. I am a shaking breath, being drawn into... Continue Reading →
