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thatpoetrybloke · 7 months
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Dead inside
Do I leave the door ajar
just enough to let the light in
I don’t want the hurt (again)
but I don’t want to live my life
as if I’m dead inside
either
14.10.23 @thatpoetrybloke
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thatpoetrybloke · 7 months
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Approach
Through the shadow of the wind
I see you
Drifting slowly through the darkness
gently caressing every surface
Steadfast as you move
with no final destination
I’m in awe of your determination
You approach
A slight touch of coldness
runs through my body
And as brief or as long as it is
you have touched me
Always and forever
28.9.23 @thatpoetrybloke
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thatpoetrybloke · 4 months
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One way ticket
As the train pulls in
I check I’ve got the right station
for the second or third time
Yup, this is where I get off
No bags, no belongings,
I grab my winter coat
and exit the train.
Surprisingly a lot of people are stepping off onto the platform.
It’s cold, freezing and a bitter wind.
I check the station name again,
there’s a moment of doubt that surfaces
Yup, correct place I whisper to myself
A women, late fifties I imagine, asks me for help with her bags, that seems odd to me.
So much to carry, for what.
I look up and down the platform looking for another sign that I’m I the right place
The station suddenly becomes a hive of activity
I check the sign again.
Nope, all good. You’re in the right place
but why are there so many people here, I ask myself.
I’m confused, dumbfounded even.
Nothing seems right.
I reach inside my coat pocket
Read the ticket, check the sign again.
No mistake.
One way ticket
Loneliness central
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thatpoetrybloke · 6 months
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The finishing line
As the finishing line draws closer,
how do we pace ourselves as the line draws in?
Do we reflect and decide that there’s still a way to go.
Perhaps we acknowledge our mortality is gaining pace.
Moving faster than a speeding light.
And yet, that finishing line is so predetermined.
Sometimes, perhaps we think it’s closer than we imagined.
An existential trickery of one’s mind,
that sees that bold defined line as if it’s water in the desert.
But whatever we think, see or experience,
our life is determined by one single objective.
The finishing line will be the end.
2.11.23 @thatpoetrybloke
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thatpoetrybloke · 6 months
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Kindness
Fighting conflict with kindness
Isn’t so hard to achieve
But we’re conflicted
by the concept
Is kindness for free?
26.10.23 @thatpoetrybloke
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thatpoetrybloke · 7 months
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Fancy
You used to fancy him
once.
I’ve fancied many people
in my life dear.
How is one
to remember them
all?
24.9.23
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thatpoetrybloke · 8 months
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You’re not ready
I see you.
I see you.
Do you?
Yes.
Then I’m scared.
One day you’ll tell me,
what you see.
You’re not ready for it yet.
But the time will come.
16.9.23 @thatpoetrybloke
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thatpoetrybloke · 2 days
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That shirt
Spring is in the air
I’m throwing out all the clothes
mi exes used to wear.
One by one I toss them away
whilst thinking of life and much betters days.
No time to waste on sentiments lost
belongings that relied on how much they cost.
Gifts and possessions that lacked grace
that were given, to just save face.
And therefore avoiding the real test of time
by trying to hide what’s his, is not mine.
That expensive shirt sits barely worn
but it’s a constant reminder of a deadly thorn.
That pierced my skin through and through
knowing that me and you were never really true!
26.4.24
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thatpoetrybloke · 8 months
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9-5
Nine to five
No cash
Wanna see the world
Outside my head
Board a plane
Take a boat
Hop and off
A train
Nine to five
Restless
Time to explore
Feed me dollars
And off I’ll go
Freedom costs
Nine to five
Go!
3.9.23
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thatpoetrybloke · 16 days
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Beauty
Should it not matter
of what one perceives
to be beautiful
as long as one sees
the beauty themself.
12.4.24
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thatpoetrybloke · 21 days
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Death becomes him
They say your life flashes through you
at the moment of supposedly no return.
And yet, there is always a start
and the end.
What I’ve learnt about grief, death
and your body not functioning properly,
is live the present.
Forget the past.
The future holds an infinite spectrum of possibilities
but we can’t live or die in either of these scenarios.
Perhaps a predetermined factor or a casual consequence,
Is influential.
And as I lay still, memories of mother surface.
Death becomes us all.
7.4.24
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thatpoetrybloke · 2 months
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Going underground
He’s looking at her
She’s looking at me
and I’m looking at him.
Metro life.
9.3.23
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thatpoetrybloke · 2 months
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Frame of creativity
That mid week morning crisp blue sky
February sunshine
Coffee pot gurgling
Grey shorts, white T, casually exploring
Coffee cup in hand, oat milk ready
Shards of lights caressing and warming coloured walls
Picking up books, magazines, fanzines
The sun catches my reflection in the mirror hanging slightly askew on the old wall
that curves around no straight line
Walls that hang frames of creative minds
A gallery of personal thoughts and expressions
I glance again at the crooked mirror
And with one more sip of that delicious brown nectar
I feel more relaxed than I’ve felt in a long time
8.2.24
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thatpoetrybloke · 1 year
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Mother universe
Mother, certain days I wonder
Is it me or you that’s not present
I often question the what’s and why’s
is this your testing ways or mine
Mother universe, I’m here
I’m putting out feelers
And wondered if there’s anyone there
perhaps there’s the way forward
both you and I have yet to discover
There’s a place, Mother dear
A place that seems to shine light
and a feeling of change
that makes sense right?
Mother, the shadows exist
on the darker side of the moon
the sun gives me light and joy
and perfectly sums up your intentional being
that light and darkness of equilibrium
Mother universe, you rarely fail
It’s me, you and us, always
and how we can be
for we are all a product of you
as you are a product of us
22.2.23
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thatpoetrybloke · 11 months
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Simplify
When we simplify
our lives
we find
our happiness
20.5.23
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thatpoetrybloke · 3 months
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Grief
We
cannot
lay with
grief
forever
28.1.24
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