Archive for January, 2015


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Pressure Points

Life may want to tenderise me,
But I won’t be staked out,
I will be free,

This pain is mine and mine alone,
But it won’t stop me,
I won’t be owned,

I ain’t know career opportunity,
For friends of friends,
That pretend to know me,

If you want something from me,
Then show me that secret scar,
The one you hide,

Or at least,
Reveal your contempt,
I am always undone by honesty,

Instead you hide,
Behind your spreadsheets,
And your spin,

Protect yourself,
At all costs,
Politics? Another word for sin,

© 2015 Peter Anstiss


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Not Myself

One cold day
I broke something
That shouldn’t be broken

One sad day
I hated me
Enough to hurt you

Forgiveness
The bittersweet pill
That I would seek

But what good would it do?
Now that he and not I
Wraps his arms around you

One bad day
I found a shred of doubt
And I made it my truth

© 2015 Peter Anstiss

 


Another frost fire day

It’s a frost fire day
And his old pains sting
The old wounds bleed
And he don’t want his needs

His bad blood pounds
With it’s a haunting sound
And he can’t find the key
To unlock his mood

He has his salves
But nothing soothes
Some fires burn
And nothing’s learned

He has grasped at life’s sand
And it’s slipped through his hand
No run to pace, no place to hide
No weapon to kill, his pain inside

So he lets the frost fire burn
And he will run
Let the black waves crash
And he will bash

Fates stubborn head
Against his brick walls
Until he can feel nothing
Nothing, at all

© 2015 Peter Anstiss


 

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A patch of perfect skin

My eyes fall where they shouldn’t
To that patch of perfect skin
Revealed at the naval as you stretch

I should’ve looked away, but I couldn’t
To you I will always be drawn
A moth by nature, that is my shame

The kaleidoscope girl
Who slipped from my grasp
Because of things I said and questions you never asked…

© 2014 Peter Anstiss


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Frost Fire Days

On frost fire days
When all you are is need
When killers don’t kill the pain
Or stop the bleed

On frost fire days
Don’t clutch at straws
With fingers numb
And feelings raw

You must not yearn
For that needed kiss
That can never again
Touch your lips

Some things are forever lost,
When through fingertips they slip
Those tender moments
Are now someone else’s gift

On frost fire days
There are things to be done
Forget battles lost
Think of what you’ve won

© 2015 Peter Anstiss

If you like Frost Fire why not check out one of my older posts

The Forever Man

https://petescribes.wordpress.com/2013/05/11/the-forever-man-first-love-last-love-lost-love-forever-love/