Lost…

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She searches the darkness…
For some kind of sign…

Looking for something…
To forgive all her crimes…

Always missing the point…
And still crossing the line…

Never really expressing…
What’s hidden deep inside…

Or ever letting them see…
The times she has cried…

The mistakes she’s made…
All the times she’s lied…

And one of these days…
She may well understand…

As the minutes pass by…
And the hourglasses sand…

Slowly ebbs away…
Merging into years…

Stealing her youth…
And increasing her fears…

As she loses her sanity…
Strand by fucking strand…

Always yearning to leave…
That no man’s land…

A life that’s in limbo…
With no light at the end…

Never trusting any other…
No one to call a friend…

Walking in circles…
And living in shadows…

Stood on the edges…
Where no one else goes…

And no one else sees…
Or really takes the time…

To scratch the surface…
So she tells them she’s FINE…

But the truth is hidden…
And always kept that way…

Because the simple fact is…
She’s not really OK…

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Poem inspired by the song: Electro Shock Blues

Song by The Eels

The Letters…

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The letters I’d written…
Never meaning to send…

Words from deep down…
Not in need of a friend…

Nor a listening ear…
Or an inquiring mind…

Very carefully hidden…
For no one to find…

Locked in my boxes…
Just gathering dust…

For my eyes only…
No one else could I trust…

Knowing the content…
Each and every word…

Those pain filled pages…
Never spoken or heard…

But now you’ve found them…
Flush with achievement…

Think you’re so clever…
Dancing with my demons…

Removing the context…
Adding your own spin…

Interpreting your own way…
And using them to win…

Leaving me wounded…
Lying on the stone cold floor…

Kicking me in the stomach…
Could you gloat anymore…

As I shrink smaller and smaller…
Right before your very eyes…

Falling into a dark depression…
Still you never really realised…

The impact of your actions…
The scars left by your words…

But the wounds you prise open…
Push me further towards…

Making that final decision…
As maybe then you will see…

That hidden within those letters…
Was the true version of me…

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Understood…

Please welcome back Nathan as tonights Guest Poet.

You can read more of his work here :https://asortofromance.wordpress.com/

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

Cheers

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Between the lines
wheels spin within
elastic seconds and
split the droning silence
between bending parabolas
of a coagulating heart.
Minds may mourn
worn away among
muted bashful pines
in drifting dreams.
Where we’ve been
are just wrong moments
sweetened in sutured
spaces between the
sultry curbed array
of deafening air and
the hardened nature
nurtures its own wounds.

“Telling my whole life with his words”…

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She used to read his words…
And loved what she saw…
 
They nestled within her soul…
They left her craving more…
 
As when she closed her eyes…
He was able to transport her…
 
Into a faraway dimension…
Where she became a voyeur…
 
And began living life vicariously…
Floating across time and space…
 
Feeling each and every word…
Brush against her own sweet face…
 
She recognised the characters…
The universal themes hit home…
 
She felt he wrote about her life…
Even though she was unknown…
 
She felt a real connection…
She knew he really understood…
 
She felt he’d got into her head…
Like only secret lovers could…
 
And as his words kept coming…
Stronger the spell was weaved…
 
Leaving her weak at the knees…
Convincing herself to believe…
 
And she craved him so much…
The line between them blurred…
 
What was once just a fantasy…
Became true reality in her world…
 
So she followed her fragile heart…
And persuaded him to meet her…
 
Professed undying love for him…
Praying he would simply concur…
 
But he pushed her love away…
Because he already loved another…
 
Tried his best to console her…
As her face grew dark with thunder…
 
Thinking if she couldn’t have him…
Then no one else really should…
 
And left him silently sleeping…
In a pool of deep red blood…

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Photo by thewolfworx

“I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed”…

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He’ll never understand…
And he’ll never really know…

The mental pain she felt…
In simply letting him go…

The chains that she unlocked…
To end all of the madness…

Freeing his imperfect soul…
Removing all the sadness…

By becoming so distant…
Extracting herself from his life…

She knew it had to be done…
Despite all of the strife…

Because she’d fallen too far…
And there was no return…

Leading to an ending…
That would scar and burn…

As he was not hers…
Just an impossible dream…

Which haunted her nights…
With such painful screams…

Providing so many regrets…
Each day of her sad life…

That he was not in it…
As she replays and rewinds…

But there really was no future…
And she had to decide…

Even if it killed her…
So she hid the pain inside…

As his gentle brown eyes…
Turned from confusion into hate…

Not really understanding…
And now it’s far too late…

The walls are erected…
With the friendship lost…

And no stolen moment…
Was worth this huge cost…

But she had to move on…
And allow her head to drive…

It’s the only way she knows…
It’s the only way she survives…

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The Darkness…

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There’s a darkness that runs…
Through each memory…

A numbness that blunts…
All the pictures she sees…

Moments carefully captured…
Times that were shared…

But the sadness behind them…
No one could be aware…

As the version presented…
Hides the true horror story…

The day to day reality…
Hides in her untold history…

As nobody really knew…
And no one really saw…

The monster he became…
The viciousness in his claw…

As he hid it so well…
He turned on the charm…

Dazzled those around him…
Whilst he inflicted the harm…

Behind closed, locked doors…
There was agony and pain…

He left unseen bruises…
And scars just the same…

He reigned in pure terror…
Silenced any form of dissent…

With a violence erupting…
From that mild mannered gent…

He was both Jekyll and Hyde…
She could never escape…

And she paid so dearly…
For each and every mistake…

When she spoke out of line…
When she acted out of turn…

A low punch was punishment…
Or a well hidden cigarette burn…

And when he finally passed…
His ghost still remained…

Now any photo she sees…
Brings back all her pain

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