Nursing broken heart, Love lost to youth’s selfishness, Used to look at you like a gem, A chance to redeem my soul, Now I nurse my broken heart, Looking back at the loss, Causing my throat to stop with tears and phlegm, As I drink my tears from my hearts broken bowl.
Author: Eric Fournier
A creative, independent-minded poet, author, and artist who enjoys turning ideas into finished projects.
Also practices American Sign Language.
A Sailor’s Fate
(Work in progress) Dark rises, in the sky stars shine, In the eyes, lights blaze, Raising caskets from oceans, mermaids sing loud songs, Calling forth lost sailors, lost at sea, Long eons under ocean deep, barnacles grow and conceal, Ships crash against the water, mermaids swim and dive deeper, Rolling waves move the world, pushed…
My Love, Save Me
Upside down, rebuilding relationships, Hanging on the closets door, My cloak of despair awaits, Beckoning into isolation, Unknown destination ahead, Dead, I’m dead inside, Dead, I’m dead inside, I’m to blame, I’m to shame, What am I to do? Where am I to go? Despair, disdain, Dancing the walk of Cain, Cursed, Amore, My love,…
Bad Dream
Decisions looking me in the face, Sacs under the eyes, Smoke, caffeinated stain teeth smiling back at me, Coffee junkie, searching for the next twinkie, Depression stained face, Tear ducts cemented shut, While I try to cry, Shouting into the atmosphere, Hitting wall after wall, Full speed accident waiting to happen, Where, when, why, what…
Hello
Looking death in the face, Face falling into my hands, Skull and bones flying high on the mast, Mass evacuation I run till I fly away, Angel wings carrying me till I fall, Falling till I hit clouds carrying angels. Voices, carrying on winds, Voices, carrying on highways, Driving through the valley rain, Driving till…
I Hope to Never Visit a Hospice
What place in the world do you never want to visit? Why? I never want to visit a hospice because I don’t handle end of life well. I say the wrong things while attempting to comfort those close to the end. I have troubles containing my emotions to the surrounding loved ones. I feel that…
Preparing for a New Feast
A window closed, Curtains contain the foggy exterior, Inside an empty house I stand, Now ready to expand and grow, Sludge hammer in hand, I begin the renovations, While memories and depression pound at my door, I paint and decorate, Filling each room with unique life, Dancing about on happiness, While singing with the morning…
A Circle of Dreams
There I sat alone atop a hill, Below in the valley of memories stood turmoil, I turned around and beheld a blank canvas, Looking beside me a bucket of paint and a single brush appeared, Stroke after stroke I painted my dreams, Envisioning a life full of communication and happiness, Friendships budded and faded, Relationships…
If you could have something named after you, what would it be? I always considered myself named after someone great, Eric the Red, a famous Viking, though I may be using the spelling of my name as his first name. He has inspired many of my screen names over the years. My last name carry’s…
Bi-polar, the cruelest of mistresses
With twisted heart I write, Deep in thought, Desire to be happy exists, Where sadness rests, Anxiety drives the wheel, While I drift over each curved line with glee, Boundaries I set drift far from my sight, As I engage life on dangerous roads, Alleys that should be left in the dark, I roam in…
