Tears for growth

Tears for growth


Forgive my stupid mouth.

The atrocities are worse than war.

Your tears could sooth a thousand armies,

Should they experiance what you’ve shed them for.

I’m sorry, words I never say and seldom feel.

Experiance as I don’t know what to say nor why at all I’m real.

Forgive my stupid mouth and with forgiveness may you heal.

My opinion is a sour crust beside the pizza top of life.

Any facts I may have spoken come with a spread of lies.


© G.P Williamson 2017


Graphic, poems

She cries when I laugh

She cries when I laugh


She cries when I laugh but doesn’t hear my screams.

Torments all my demons without knowing what I’ve seen.

I hear her cackles fill the night from underneath my bed.

I whisper “Is that you?” to the emptiness inside my head.

The rocking chair sways empty, idly back and forth.

She turns to face me smiling and I’m hit with another curse.

My blood doesn’t curdle, it’s thicker than that and yet I still don’t know how to react.

The hairs on my neck march to their own band to wage war on a foe nobody had planned.

The Cobwebs on my face write of hope and glory.

The tears I hold back tell a different story.

She rattles her glass and out pops an eye as the moon falls on down when I say goodbye.


Copyright G.P Williamson 2017


You’re my bad joke. (playing with words)

You’re my bad joke.

You laugh at my bad jokes.
My bad jokes laugh at you.
Laugh at my bad jokes you.
At you, jokes laugh. My bad.
Jokes laugh.
At my bad.

I am sorry I wasn’t enough.
Enough sorry I wasn’t! I am.
I sorry, enough, am I wasn’t?
I wasn’t sorry. I am enough.
Wasn’t I enough?
I am.

Tonight you cry for me.
For you cry me tonight.
Me cry for you tonight.
You cry tonight for me.
Cry for tonight.

Copyright G.P Williamson.