Blistering loss, sobering realisations, the white sterility of the bone which protrudes from the skin. She gets on top riding his cock Death grows Death consumes Death ruminates Sex Sex Sex A wounded body Chewed out lust Vile pain Scratch marks galore. She grinds like a convulsing junkie A drop of blood is drawn as … Continue reading Poem: Virginal
Poem: Post A-levels existentialism
Something’s gone wrong folks, the bottle’s empty, I’m as loaded as the gun Hemingway killed himself with was. It wasn’t meant to end up this way, Halfway west of my final resting place in a creased suit gasping for air outside a dusty road stop, stuck in Neverland. I could have been an indie darling … Continue reading Poem: Post A-levels existentialism
Poem: Futility
The day is new, and I'm already exhausted. Fuck the world, and the english ambassadors. Nightmare's in the news, because something has to bring Britain to a screeching halt, hopelessness pervades my every thought, self-loathing pervades every painkiller i take. The public transport stops at the latest decrepit bus stop, and a train derails it’s … Continue reading Poem: Futility
Poem: Disarray
I hate being awake, and damn, death's like sleep. My life got me spinning This moment got me nauseous, this morning had me wishing i was dead. My eyes aching Struggling to write Am I just unwittingly happy, or accepting death. self-hating Voices in my head, don't answer that, And you all fully well know … Continue reading Poem: Disarray
Poem: Cliche Psychoanalytical diatribe #18
Eat me, because I'm being swallowed Let me rot, because I don't want to bloom Endless references to death in everything i do every move i make an attempt to reflect death honing in on me Sleeping till noon, but waking at 3am sweating from nightmares of my own death. the image of driving a … Continue reading Poem: Cliche Psychoanalytical diatribe #18
My Chapbook- Between Relationships available now
The download link: Between Relationships By Ben Brizell After many nightly hours of drinking too much coffee, listening to The Smiths whilst consumed by Microsoft word, I am pleased to announce that my debut and self-published chapbook Between Relationships is now available for download right here on this blog, right now! If you have downloaded … Continue reading My Chapbook- Between Relationships available now
Poem: We’ll hug (for the times)
Familiar respite; Reading Keats, listening to Morrissey, drowned in sadness. Scribbling away in a battered notebook of poems about love and loss: poems you've read and poems you haven't. You told me you pictured our future. Just weeks ago, blissful as ever. Now you claim just friendship. By last night you'd called me a twat. I've … Continue reading Poem: We’ll hug (for the times)
Poem: Softly lost
Tis the early days of January. I look hard through the hue of rustic leaves. I search through the stacks of Wilde, Keats and Bukowski. I narrowly avoid my o'er streaked phone scarred to the remnants of a haunted past, my past. Encumbered with self-imposed exile duelling nightly with the tv and lovelorn feelings. In … Continue reading Poem: Softly lost
Poem: The isolationists nightmare
Walls drenched in the sweat of yesteryear. I hate many. I love none Birds tweet of the consuming doldrums of today. To be a man. Is a burden. To have a soul. Is encumbering. I own a past long undisclosed. Now my past speaks to me with flirtatious intrigue. Hypocrisy is a hard embrace. When … Continue reading Poem: The isolationists nightmare
Poem: Spleen sale
There is no wonderment. Only statistics. Enforced damnation. There is no escape. There is no amalgamation. Just beliefs. So separate. They become one maddening idea. That sometimes escalates into something. So much more. And. So much worse. It's dangerous. And. Beyond contempt.
Ben Brizell 