Category Archives: Poetry

With The Book Of Rules

August turns to September’s matrimony
An ending that was made too soon
Walk across the floor to the center of the room
Back steps are impossible in time
Move forward
Take the hand of desire
Dance across the floor
Then walk out of the door
With your foolish pride tucked away in your back pocket
With the book of rules you hold so dear
A night that can’t end too soon
Staring at the moon
Wanting to bend what you made
The tears cascade
Push them aside
With your foolish pride tucked away in your back pocket
With the book of rules you hold so dear
September expires all hope with that beautiful smile
That used to look you in the eye
Now it stares in the other direction
Now it dances across the floor
And walks away
Leaving you to die alone
With your foolish pride tucked away in your back pocket
With the book of rules you hold so dear

Slippery Slope

It’s a slippery slope to when you let your thoughts voice unbridled
There may be no turning back
No more given slack
For your many imperfections
On the attack
Invites an attack
There may well be no place left to retreat or to run and hide

You will never say you’re sorry

Did you want to open the can that’s so long been under pressure?
Is there ever really a good time
Admitting to a crime?
Staring back at your reflection
Repressing signs
Seen through the times
Questioning if there still remains an ability to endure

I will never say I’m sorry

You knew they could never love you but you knew they’d always try
Even though you said the same
Through with playing the game
Falling back to introspection
No one holds blame
With emotions lamed
The only hope is to still feel at least a little dignified

We’ll forever say we’re sorry


Copyright © 2017 Mr. Flying Pig

So Long Ago Cast

I can forgive
It makes me a better man
I can learn to love again
I swear that I can
I can learn to forget you
Or at least I think I can

The wound ran deep
And maybe it had to
To make me realize
I could live without you
If you knew the tears I cried
What would your heart do

It’s too late for that
I know you don’t regret
The blade that cut through me
I will never forget
A scar that I’ll bear forever
Vulnerability never again let

Look into the future
Never let in from the past
Emotions that pass too slowly
Never meant to last
A heart forever burdened
By a stone so long ago cast


Copyright © 2017 Mr. Flying Pig

Temporary Fantasy

Sometimes I can’t help but thinking of the past
I try not to but it rears its head, time and time again

It’s lovely
It’s ugly
I’m regretful
I’m thankful

Sometimes I can’t help but wonder why life flies by so fast
Drifting out of sight like puddles absorbing the rain

I hesitate
I accelerate
It’s memorable
But I’m forgetful.

Sometimes my heart drifts away to scenes not meant to last
Floating on decisions from which I can never refrain.

Temporary fantasy?
Maybe a reality
Singing an age old song
Hope I don’t get it wrong


Copyright © 2017 Mr. Flying Pig

Too Stupid

What are you thinking?
Don’t tell me what you’re thinking
Why should I care?
I’m too stupid to not care
Don’t think of it as a blank stare
I’m just not blinking
Because the nothing left inside
Is all I have to share

Alone
The past comes back to haunt
All alone
Memories tease and taunt
Alone
Needing to look so strong
All alone
Afraid of getting it wrong

I don’t want to be alone

What was I dreaming?
I want to stop the dreaming
Don’t think I don’t care
I’m too stupid not to care
Don’t want to be misunderstood
There can be no meaning
Because with everything to lose
There’s nothing left to share

Alone
Buned to ash and dust
All alone
Doing what I must
Alone
Not wanting them to stare
All alone
Wondering why I still care

I don’t want to die alone


Copyright © 2016 Mr. Flying Pig

Another Midnight

Another midnight passes into the hours of a soon forgotten day
Did I make an impression?
Was I a gateway toward a better place
Or just a slight intervention?

Another midnight now lost forever in the abyss of days long past
Was there any purpose
For the yesterday’s now faded to black
Where no light can ever be cast?

Another midnight letting memories slip through fractures in time
What was never meant to be
Thown away in an act of righteousnes
Only to commit the same crime

Too often our thoughts are a mystery shrouded in fantasy
Shadows hiding in the night
We’re left trying to decipher the symmetry
Between what’s wrong and right

Another midnight granting passage through what has past
Choosing what to remember
Left wondering about the here and now
And desires that weren’t meant to last

Too often we regret what we feel were our gravest mistakes
And stare off into the sun
Not knowing what would’ve or could’ve
Wishing for memorial retakes


Copyright © 2016 Mr. Flying Pig