Darker Days…

Please welcome Matthew as tonight’s Guest Poet!

You can read more of Matthews work here: www.findingwhoweare.com

If you would like to submit a poem, email eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers

walking

Like an old friend, you find your way back
The rain kisses my face
A scorned lover, an unfortunate foe

My heart skips a beat
I cannot find my breath
Fear overtakes my soul, I’m lost here

The depths of this terror find me
They swallow me as though I were small
Broken, I cave to your oppression

Thunder roars inside of my ears
Screaming as the demons sweep through my mind
I can’t see

They have their way with me
Having left, I sit within my own ashes
I can only wait for them to return

I wallow in my sorrow
I plead for a Saviour
I’ve seen him before, but I cannot feel him now

Darkness pervades my sight
My heartbeat slows, my breathing lessens
In the midst of my death, a light shines

Down In Flames…

hj

~

You vindictive, spiteful bitch…
Using every word you say…

To manipulate situations…
And always get your way…

Thinking you’re so clever…
You’re above everybody else…

And he can’t see through you…
Through all your pitiful pretence…

That you’re a pathetic little girl…
Requiring his constant attention…

You use him just to validate you…
And in every sentence to mention…

Whilst putting your name in lights…
Like you’re some big Hollywood star…

Receiving his praise and platitudes…
About how truly wonderful you are…

As you need this just to function…
To go about your pitiful soulless life…

It gives you a sense of purpose…
So you use your tongue as a knife…

Living by one rule for you…
Cutting out one for the others…

Making them up as you go along…
But when it suits you smother…

Any thought of his rebellion…
Or desire for his freedom of choice…

You act like his puppet master…
Controlling him with your voice…

Hypnotising his utter compliance…
Making him hang on every word…

Careful to make so damn sure…
That only your needs are served…

And like a poisonous little snake…
Your grip on him is tightly curled…

Keeping him locked in the shadows…
Taking centre stage of his world…

But you’re not fooling anyone…
With the way you play mind games…

One day your spell will be broken…
And he’ll watch you go down in flames…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “God’s Gonna Cut You Down” By Johnny Cash

It’s not coffee unless it spills…

Please welcome back Nathan as tonight’s Guest Poet

You can read more of Nathan’s work https://randompoemswithnohome.wordpress.com

If you want to submit a poem, please email eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk
Cheers

dilljeansleep

I remember you
as I scrub the coffee stains
from the floor, listening
to some vivid, faraway
morning happiness captured
by that ritual in your voice.

It’s not coffee unless it spills.

I remember you in a periphery
of cream-lined Pacific tides
with their sharp, lyrical roar

like memories that brew
with profane, glittering
emptiness, as stars shed
tears across an array
of fractioned, forlorn
linoleum seconds, aching
for the dreamlike embrace
of just your folded arms.

I remember you
as I polish the ground
of an entire swirling globe.

The Fall…

fallen

~

The descent of the man…
Who fell from so very high…

Now lives the life of a stranger…
The direct result of his lies…

A shadow of his former self…
All he knew now lies in tatters…

Barely clinging onto his sanity…
He’s lost everything that matters…

Unable to go back and rectify…
Those damaging past mistakes…

Which cast a long dark shadow…
And make his flawed heart ache…

Reminding him on a daily basis…
Of the decisions that he made…

That when in need of self-control…
His moral compass began to fade…

When the thrill of that chase…
Became a high speed adventure…

In believing he was untouchable…
Higher and higher he did venture…

Lost in moments of sweet seduction…
A feeling of total invincibility…

Ignoring the guidance he was given…
Believing his deeds had invisibility…

Never giving a second thought…
To the consequences of his actions…

Just basking in the searing heat…
Of those late, late night distractions…

Where sinful demons led the way…
While lust danced with his mind…

He drank in every single second…
As his soul became consigned…

But as it all started to unravel…
As cracks quickly  began to appear…

He became backed into a corner…
With nowhere to hide or disappear…

As that sudden guilt realisation…
Overcame him much, much too late…

And everything else that followed…
Was a glass of Karma, mixed with Fate…

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Avalanche” Covered by Nick Cave

Guest Poet Week – Thank You…

A big thank you to all my Guest Poets this week – I hope you enjoyed them

In case you missed them, there is a summary link below to each of the featured poets and poems

If you would like to submit for a Guest Poet slot, please email eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk to be considered
Cheers
J

crying_eye

https://eyewillnotcry.com/2017/01/22/guest-poet-1-chasm-of-nothing/

https://eyewillnotcry.com/2017/01/23/guest-poet-2-exposed/

https://eyewillnotcry.com/2017/01/24/guest-poet-3/

https://eyewillnotcry.com/2017/01/25/guest-poet-4-fallen-angel/

https://eyewillnotcry.com/2017/01/26/guest-poet-5-baby-the-sky-is-roaring/

Guest Poet 5 – Baby, The Sky Is Roaring…

This week, these pages are turned over to selected Guest Poets – I hope you are enjoying!

Guest Poet number Five is another first time submitter, so please welcome Samdarella!

Follow this link if you want to read more of Samdarella’s work: https://jarofdarkstars.wordpress.com

If you would like to send a submission in for a future Guest Poet spot, please email eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers
J

sam

Part 2

After a while,
The sky still hasn’t hurt me.
Though I’m lying in the cold
I feel less empty.
I’ve stopped waiting for you.
Stopped calling out your name.
Held onto Hope again
And faced the sky with shame.

Baby, the sky is crying.
Tears tapping my senses to wake.
Differentiating sensations of feelings
As oppose to the fake…
Ones I felt with you.
Warmth from your touch on those nights,
More scorching than comforting
That’s why they didn’t feel right.
Baby, the sky is crying.
Wrapping me up in feels.
Cleaning away all your infections from my wounds
to allow them to heal.
Baby, the sky is roaring.
Shaking the earth with its vibrations.
Cracking through my skull
And breaking away your words of affections,
Scaring my heart into beating again.
Pulsing with renewed fondness
Towards a world I left behind,
Sharper now without your nearness.
Baby, the sky is striking.
And in its brightness
Can I now see your horns
Behind your false kindness.
Baby, the sky is roaring.
And so am I.
Today was my redemption.
And I’m leaving you fatally, far behind.

Once the storm slows
And the sky begins to clear,
Though my eyes may be open
My spirit will no longer be here.

And, baby, you weren’t here
When I asked for a cure.
So I turned to the sky
To wash me pure.

Rule No.1 – We don’t talk about death here.
Rule No.2 – Only when the devil is here, Rule No.1 is a lie.
Rule No.2 – We talk about life here.

Guest Poet 4 – Fallen Angel…

This week, these pages are turned over to selected Guest Poets – I hope you enjoy!

Guest Poet number four needs no introduction and I am thrilled to welcome back the beautiful and much loved Cate!

If you would like to read more of Cate’s work, please use the search function on this blog!

If you would like to send a submission in for a future Guest Poet spot, please email eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers
J

cate
My conscience whispers
Deep into my heart
Fallen angel
Wings clipped
To never fly

Inner turmoil churns
Deep to my core
Fallen angel
Halo slipped
Makes Venus sigh

Darkness broods over
Crimson ink swirls
Fallen angel
Smile fades
The devil tries

Temptation weaves again
Horned shadows advance
Fallen Angel
Listens intently
Hears doves cry

Reason leaves me
Hell breaks loose
Fallen Angel
Rules broken
No understanding why

Golden head bowed
On pennant knees
Fallen Angel
Truth wins
Lust must die

Internal voices clash
Thunder rumbles on
Fallen angel
Needs cleansing
Raindrops will purify

Saviour stands strong
Heart opens wide
Fallen Angel
Drawn willingly
Steps gratefully inside

Sunshine warms me
Pale skin glows
Fallen angel
Lifted up
Seeking the sky

My fire returns
Burning embers ignite
Fallen angel
Soul stirred
Chance to try

Holding on tight
Testing wings tentatively
Fallen angel
Burden lighter
Never to lie

Competing voices quieten
Silenced by love
Fallen angel
Breathes deep
Then takes flight