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withdrawn so deep, i saw my soul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