Wrong Answer…

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The deafening silence…
Rings in my ears…

Crushing my thoughts…
Emphasizing my fears…

In a world of darkness…
With no light to see…

I thought it was them…
But it’s deep within me…

There’s no one to blame…
And no finger to point…

Upon quiet reflection…
The realisation disappoints…

As the fire that started…
Was set by my own hand…

And it burned with a fury…
They could never understand…

But I blocked out the memory…
Of striking that match…

I ran from the chaos…
And managed to detach…

From everything within me…
And all that surrounds…

But the questioning voices…
Still followed me around…

They haunted my dreams…
Quietly whispering at night…

They left no escape route…
As I knew they were right…

Yet I knew all the risks…
Still ignored the advice…

My eyes were wide open…
Whilst my soul was alive…

As the electricity crackled…
And seeped into my soul…

It became a one way journey…
Into a deep black hole…

And now I stand here…
Staring out to sea…

Asking the right questions…
But the wrong answer is me…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Wrong Crowd” by Tom Odell

Eye Spy…

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This is a true story…
One that’s seldom heard…

It’s whispered in dark corners…
And ignited by the words…

Never spoken aloud…
In fear of what they’ll say…

As someone’s always watching…
Every minute of each day…

In a story that encapsulates…
The true meaning of desire…

Of the sinful undertakings…
That flicker in Hell’s great fire…

A story that gets buried…
Out of sight, out of your mind…

In a land full of deception…
Where distraction is designed…

To drag each and every soul…
Deep into its black depths…

Where the depraved simply exist…
And the sinner simply regrets…

But is no longer capable…
Of pure thought and deed…

Which was instantly replaced…
By the Devil’s evil seed…

That has taken a firm grip…
Entwined around cold hearts…

From the very first moment…
Like a poison filled dart…

Piercing each and every soul…
And infecting all their thoughts…

Removing all the goodness…
And the innocence once taught…

This is the story of demons…
A story of pure evil ways…

Where nothing is ever sacred…
And nothing will ever stay…

Forever covered up or hidden…
This story will always be re-told…

And if you didn’t heed this warning…
Eye spy the fool playing with gold…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “I Spy” by Pulp

The Exception…

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He used to be an exception…
But over time became her regret…

A sadness infecting her sunshine…
She finds so hard to forget…

As his words contained a poison…
Laced with pure insanity…

They circled around her head…
Destroyed all that’s left of her vanity…

And like weapons of mass destruction…
Each word seemed carefully aimed…

They left her bruised and beaten…
At the very mention of his name…

As he pushed her into darkness…
Created a soulless empty vessel…

Who could no longer communicate…
Possessed solely by the devil…

And the inevitable painful ending…
Was over before it really begun…

Where once there was distraction…
All that remains just felt numb…

And it left her with no other option…
Than to find a way to escape…

Find courage to start over again…
In some guilty free landscape…

A place where no one knows her…
Where the past can be left behind…

Where she can begin to start living…
And there is nothing there to remind…

The way his eyes looked at her…
And the darkness in his soul…

That swept her into a fantasy…
Where he was in full control…

And leave the ghost of him to fade…
Her demons fully exorcised…

Praying one day she’ll forget…
How he tormented and he lied…

As he used to be an exception…
But she needs to find a way…

To cleanse herself of his poison…
And end her heart’s decay…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Scratch + Hiss” by Lera Lynn

 

 

The Pull…

Please welcome back the beautiful Cate as my latest Guest Poet!

If you would like to grab a Guest Poet slot, email eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers

ljah

The pull
The invisible line that reaches out

The temptation
The words heard that draw me in

The reaction
The denial spoken that is not felt

The lust
The twisted emotion that is wrong

The lever
The hovering hand that waits

The balance
The uncertain weight that is expected

The line
The sand drawn that is easily overstepped

The call
The soothing voice that is familiar

The tone
The seductive sound that entices

The sin
The rebellion against that most held dear

The abyss
The loss of feeling that’s intoxicating

The drug
The inability to resist EVERY time

The push
The tipping point that’s not under control

The satisfaction
The fulfilling of desires that explodes

The emotion
The revealing of truth that’s always known

The sharing
The bond held that’s only between two

The need
The wanted passion that’s almost tasted

The reality
The distance that keeps apart lovers

The time
The precious moments that are seized

The memory
The images that are locked away tight

The key
The answer to that virtual padlock

The pain
The ticking clock that brings agony

The knowledge
The thoughts that are parallel and reflected

The love
The only thing that they hold on to

Masked…

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There is something wrong with me…
I’m not sure what it is…

I live my life so secretly…
On the dark side of the abyss…

I keep my feelings close to me…
I keep them bottled up inside…

It’s where my demons roam freely…
It’s where my dark secrets reside…

I’m not saying it’s where I like to be…
In truth each days a grind…

As I tell inquiring people pleasantly…
That really, EYE… AM… FINE…

You may find this notion crazy…
But that’s the way I roll…

Because if anyone saw the real me…
They’d bury me in a hole…

Or lock the cell door so easily…
And throw away the key…

Leave me to die so peacefully…
So their eyes wouldn’t have to see…

The beast stood there so quietly…
A man they don’t recognise…

Who fooled them all so simply…
With smoke, with mirrors, with lies…

So to never reveal my agony…
Whilst distraction owned my soul…

Letting them see a version of me…
Whilst the Devil remained in control…

But before you judge what you see…
Or think that you know best…

You’ve never walked my path repeatedly…
Or felt my chest tightening stress…

Or taken time to understand me…
Look deeper beneath the surface…

As you’d recognise yourself immediately…
Because you are far from perfect…

So I’ll figure out what’s wrong with me…
And I’ll try every single day…

But I’ll do it all masked in secrecy…
Because there is no other way…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Walking In My Shoes” by Depeche Mode

Hung…

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Sat in the woods…
Under a big oak tree…

The knotted rope hanging…
His mental state is uneasy…

Whilst the quiet wind whispers…
And tree branches wave…

The warm sunshine glistens…
In a last attempt to save…

As he gazes in wonder…
Of the awe inspiring beauty…

The simplicity of this life…
As the bees go about their duty…

And the contrast it paints…
With his bitter time on earth…

Filled with pain and anger…
Subjected to so much hurt…

That rained down upon him…
In a relentless shit storm…

The never ending trauma…
From the day he was born…

But as flashbacks consume him…
The decision’s already made…

And in this open theatre…
His last act will be played…

Where no one will bear witness…
And no one will see…

This decent into madness…
His final brush with insanity…

Or watch as he climbs…
And edge out onto the limb…

With his mind in isolation…
The darkness will soon win…

Overcoming his fragile psyche…
Taking his ravaged soul…

Dragged along by the voices…
That remain in full control…

And as rope burns neck…
He takes a deep, sad breath…

Offers up his final prayer…
And steps off to his death…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “O’Children” by Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds

The Last Poem…

Please welcome Airboy89 as my latest Guest Poet!

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Cheers

pen

The last poem I will write for you..! Probably!

Oh beautiful! You were the brightest star in
the dark sky called life,
Let me for once shed out the pain; fully
I had been a fool to believe that forever meant an eternity.
but same time I realized forever does exists but in pain.

Baby remember those escapades
those mini trips out of town
just to escape the eyes of society.
Oh baby those kisses those
promises, those mini date,
those days of struggle do you remember
for we had to hide for religion was the culprit

Baby do you remember those fights
where we fought like bunch of kids
yet made up after a while
Do you remember the tears we shed
when we were hurt by each other’s action.

Darling do you remember how we visited
temples, churches and prayed that
our parents agree for our wedding.
baby remember those days when we had no money
yet we lived like royals in each other’s company
remember those struggles.

Remember the times you stood by me
and said until death do us apart we shall
be together. remember the times we spent hours together
holding each other’s hand and getting lost
in our own world
talking gibberish letting imagination run wild.

Remember those funny days when we planned
who will be our daughters protector.
How shall I tell the things that I remember for
you have forgotten my existence.
How shall I express my sadness when words merely
touch the top layer of it all.

How shall I tell you that
every night is a battle of mind and heart.
How shall I tell you that I cannot be normal ever again.
How do I tell you I can never go back home
for your memories haunt me in those roads, those parks,
those hills those rivers. How shall I explain
you that I still haven’t moved on.

Munchkin how do I tell you,
how I miss you every day,
how shall I tell you that I forgive you,
How do I plead with you to come back.
How do I tell you my soul
is empty without you.

Darling how do I forget you when
everything I do reminds me of you.
When the river of alcohol also
does not help.
How do I tell you I miss you
how do I show you my life’s incompleteness
How do I tell you I am a changed person now.

How do I tell you that hope left me, how do I tell you
faith kicked me, how do I tell you
that memories is all that is with me
How do I tell that I no longer have the strength
to smile, how do I beg, how do I plead, how do I pray
for your return baby.

How do I tell myself that I need to forget you.
How, how baby how, When I still love you
How do I forget you when all I ever want is
to be with you.
How do I tell you that this is
the last poem I will write for you..!

Probably!