[Public] The Poetry of R. Lee.

[Richard Locksley]

These poems are available in several forms. A blog online, occasionally in local newspapers, eventually there will be a small book in the libary with a collection of them.
The only information about the author is a name; R. Lee

You say you're sorry

you'd change it if you could

you want to make amends

you want to do some good



it's not your fault

you didn't have a choice

but still you try to fix this

but what about my voice



what's the point in dwelling

you cannot change the past

understand that this me

is always going to last



You try and play pretend

you want it to be fine

you ignore the darkness

you don't see how it's mine.



trauma was expected

a weakness of some sort

out there in the open

I know that's what you thought



Scars can be healed over

weaknesses held deep

walls are built around them

secrets are to keep



sorry doesn't fix this

change cannot be had

amends won't ever happen

there's nothing here but bad.

[Costin Dracula]

Blog comment left from user eternalnightlife86 -- This is quite good. I enjoy the fourth verse, I deeply appreciate the idea of darkness belonging to someone, of people condemning the darkness and not understanding how you might be proud to claim it. Looking forward to more of this.

[Richard Locksley]

Comment reply from R. Lee -- Thank you for your kind words, I appreciate knowing the sentiment touches other people the way it does myself.

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This slightly different style of poetry is my attempt at breaking away from a traditional rhyme scheme. I'd be interested to know what my readers think

Cold night
warm bed
in your arms I forget
it's a simple escape
but I know
it won't last
it can't

cold heart
warm body
a touch, a kiss
a night of pleasure
no regret
it won't last
it can't

cold morning
warm touch
a hint of what might be
gone before
I grow attached
it won't last
it can't.

[Richard Locksley]

When I was young
I was innocent
I didn't know
what was wrong
I did what I was told

When I was young
I wanted to please
I always learned
the right way
to do the wrong thing

When I was young
I didn't understand
Why I suffered
Why I hurt
When I tried my hardest

When I was young
I was alone
Nobody heard
Nobody cared
And I learned to survive

I am not young
I am not innocent
I know
that I do wrong
but I do it anyway

I am not young
I don't need to please
I don't want
to know how
To do the right thing

I am not young
I understand
Why I suffered
Why I hurt
My hardest was not good enough

I am not young
I am alone
I do not hear
I do not care
But I can survive.

[Richard Locksley]

Pain and loss are fleeting
wounds will always heal
a harsh and hateful meeting
is done by next bell's peal
but shattered bones are weaker
cut skin will leave a scar
the wrath can leave you meeker
or toughened up by far
sometimes marks are concealed
sometimes the hurt is veiled
but a heart will not be healed
just because scars have paled

[Richard Locksley]

the sun glows bright and warm upon my face
and sprinkled flowers make me slow my pace
the world is sweet and sometimes all is well
I can forget the the life I lived in hell
with words I can express my deepest thoughts
and so escape their nightmarish onslaughts
but times come when I wish to shed the pain
and share that joy is to be found again
though wounds and scars may linger on still here
I have escaped from life that's lived in fear
so though the darkest sky may linger on
sometime the day will come where it is gone
the sun will rise and dawn will take the night
and springtime day will make the world be right

[Lorelei Summer-Lac]

blog comment left by user Summer Lore
hey, so your poetry shows a lot of depth and emotion of the soul and stuff. it's definitely inspiring and moving and all. it made me want to try some of my own, though i'm sure it's not nearly as good as your stuff. but i definitely love your stuff. it's really good.

tintagelacademy.proboards.com/post/20399/thread

[Richard Locksley]

Comment reply from R Lee

Thanks for your comments, I'm glad you feel moved by my work.
I read your poem, it's very dramatic, I can definitely see the feeling in it

[Richard Locksley]

jagged pieces shattered, scattered
lying broken, lost and lonely
bloodied hands bring together
searching for the one and only

wrapped in wire and spikes and thorns
protective knots tied ever tighter
wounding those who try untangle
needing a determined fighter

somewhere deep and all forgotten
heart is cold and stiff as stone
needing warmth and gentle touches
it lies neglected and alone

sunshine creeping ever closer
fire of passion melts each thorn
the long night of broken, shattered pieces
fades into approaching dawn