Ghosts of Poems Past....

Welcome to my Poetry Blog!
I have decided to use my first post to share some of my poems which I unearthed the other day. 
For me my poetry is like a diary and often can be hard to look back on if it is documenting a difficult time. Often though, these times makes us who we are and show that sometimes something creative and beautiful can come out of a time of adversity.
Look out for my next Post- Poems Present.
I hope you enjoy!
Kx

Masks 

A swallowed word

A bitter pill

These ills I hide

Beneath calm eyes

To envelope your fear

To try to smother it

To repress it

Seems healthy

But soon enough

You will be sick

And that which you try to hide

Will be ruining your shoes

And follow you with each step

A mask is beautiful

But becomes horrifying when its' wearer is revealed

A breath out needs a breath in

These truths we speak are sweetened with lies

These soft tears hide

The grit of salt that

Heals the wound

I let blood

In my shower

So my veins could cry too

They needed to feel

The thrill of falling

Like I have for you

Whispers haunt my ears

I speak rubbish to drown them out

Because truths' sword hurts

But cleanses the soul

He grants freedom

To those that are bold

No 'we' in 'I'

You'll live in a light house

That keeps its' lights off

Lures broken hearts onto the rocks

I'll watch mouthing stay away

But at least I'll live to see another day

I might drown if I try to reach you again

This alone will be my deterrent

But what if you get lost again and end up on my shore

Will I stay or run away

This time will I die trying to mend what was already broken

Speaking words better left unspoken

I live out each life in my head

While sleeping alone in my bed

But I know that I must live in the now

Neither the future nor the past

And remember there's no 'we' in 'I'

Intervention 

I see myself

Deep crimson

Pouring from my mouth

Black and blue

Marks my heart

My feet so tired

From running to you.

My eyes blinded by tears

And my breath all expired

Like my feelings for you.

Premonition

Of what could be

If I spin in these circles for too long

It's time to stop dancing so fast

Stand still on my own

Wait for the room to stop moving

My heart to be calm again

My head to be sane again

I stroke my head

Caked in blood

Cradle my beaten body

So cold and hard

So battered

And broken

Falling apart

I try to breathe some life

Into this frail frame

Whisper words

To console the spirit

which hasn't quite given up.