Visions…

iag

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Visions of you dominate…
Infect my minds dreamscape…

Visions of you naked…
Visions of your face…

Twisted words you sang to me…
Haunting me at night…

No matter how I bury you…
No matter how hard I fight…

With flashbacks so insane…
And in pure high quality…

Those moments so intense…
That fuck with my sanity…

As I feel myself inside you…
Your nails assaulting my back…

Laced with sin and ecstasy…
Painting my sinful soul black…

And the more I try to block…
To erase you from my mind…

The images become clearer…
Those feelings more defined…

You knew what you were doing…
Placed that tune inside my head…

Planting the seed of distraction…
And I followed where it led…

Taking something so innocent…
Something pure snow white…

You took it in your hands…
And made it black as night…

Extinguishing all my stars…
Made me watch them disappear…

Enchanted me under your spell…
And delighted in my tears…

That fell from my blinded eyes…
Into the unknown darkness…

Before setting fire to my soul…
So that you could harness…

All my unspoken temptations…
And erase any hint of virtue…

Infecting me with a poison…
Now all I think about, is you…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “You Can’t Always Get What You Want” by The Rolling Stones

 

Pull Me…

Please welcome Chris as tonight’s Guest Poet!

You can read more of Chris’s work here: https://survivingthespecter.wordpress.com/2015/11/23/pull-me-poetry/

If you would like to become a Guest Poet, please email me your words to eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers

hdsig

Pull Me

I had a little trigger that pushed me all the way
To hang myself upon my door, I couldn’t make it go away
I knocked it down with sleeping pills, and tucked it in with rum
The Spectre slashed his razor claws, the round had slipped into the gun

I had a little trigger that pulled itself real tight
I slipped the belt around my neck, I lost the will to fight
I cut it off with leather cinched, this time would be the last
I’d ever have to take again, the demons from my past

I had a little trigger, it jabbed me in my throat
To end the crap that smeared itself, across the lies it wrote
The failures, loss, resentment, of a thousand dreaded days
To suck out all the happiness, replaced it with the grey that stays

The trigger pulled, the hammer fell
The firing pin that sealed my hell
Waiting while the light fades out
Extinguishing without a shout

Imprisoned…

ihefg

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Awoken within a dream…
With screwed shut eyes…

She’s lost in the chaos…
Her body’s paralysed…

The tension seeps out…
Though every single pour…

Her body begins to ache…
Her sleeping head feels sore…

She feels a seductive presence…
But yet she cannot see…

There’s evil in the room…
It’s roaming around free…

Whispering in the darkness…
Hiding in the shadows…

It knows all her secrets…
Things only she knows…

That she buried deep down…
Inside her sinner’s heart…

Where nobody could find them…
In fear of being torn apart…

But at this very moment…
The vaults have been opened…

And like a flooded river…
The banks have been broken…

And the evil in the room…
Is feasting upon her fear…

Acting Judge and Jury…
Reducing her to silent tears…

Whilst dancing with delight…
As each accusation is heard…

Each one a painful memory…
But the truth has been blurred…

Yet the evil in the room…
Has already knows the sentence…

And the guilty verdict passed…
Leaves no room for repentance…

Imprisoning her in this limbo…
In a dream that’ll never end…

She’s now the evil’s companion…
And her soul has been condemned…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Come Into My Dreamland” by Ed Harcourt

Ghosts We Know In Depression…

Please welcome back Nathan as tonight’s Guest Poet

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

If you would like to be a Guest Poet, please email your words to eyewillnotcy@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers

gjowa

It happens once a month now

and remains curling around

my cold soul for days, like

a tapping thorn. I feel the decay

cascade and claw. Eventually it will

drown me with its designed dreariness.

I hear the guessing winds whip

around my frail frame, choking me

with infinite circles of such sadness.

               The triumphant truth of love is that

               it’s a reciprocated obsession teetering

               upon a madness held by another

               willing and wanting heart…

Many years ago I walked alone

along Michigan Avenue with no

enticement from strawberry manes.

The diamond lights of the city forged

their bright, pillared polish against

fountain frames and the denim blue

of skyscraper skies thrusting through

the sprinkling leaves of smiling trees.

I may not survive the week.

 

Led Astray…

d-2974

~

The Green Green grass…
Looked Greener over there…

She had often wondered…
But never really dared…

What would it be like…
How good would it taste…

If there was an opportunity…
That was too good to waste…

Would he sweep her off her feet…
Sprinkle stardust in her eyes…

Would she be able to manage…
Could she live with the lies…

One day fate took a hand…
Unlocked a bolted door…

She found herself drinking…
And she just wanted more…

The taste so forbidden…
Tasted so fucking good…

She would do this forever…
If only she could…

His sweet lips like sugar…
His mouth hot and wet…

Her nails would dig into him…
And she wasn’t finished yet…

Like no one before him…
He owned her very soul…

This Devil and demon…
Who made her feel whole…

He became her only drug…
She craved him so much…

Loving everything about him…
Going so weak at his touch…

But one day he left her…
And found someone new…

Falling deeply in love…
And that love was so true…

She was left by the roadside…
As his life swiftly moved on…

She went back to reality…
But no longer belonged…

The grass hadn’t changed…
It was just as before…

It lacked the excitement…
And remained such a bore…

So she lived in her mind…
And just dreamt of his face…

Managing to keep the secret…
Till a message she misplaced…

When the truth was revealed…
It was met with much pain…

Within a matter of hours…
She was alone once again…

Just her and the memories…
Mixed with painful goodbyes…

Realising the grass wasn’t Greener…
S
tardust had just blinded her eyes…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Somethings Gotten Hold of my Heart” by Marc Almond and Gene Pitney

Shutting Down…

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“They” are forcing me…
To shut myself down…

And stop communicating…
From extrovert and clown…

To becoming so silent…
Lost adrift in my head…

No longer expressing…
No vocal words said…

Just sitting in corners…
And waiting to see…

If there is anything left…
Of the man that was me…

It’s like being in a prison…
Silence binds and restricts…

Nobody around to talk to…
My inner thoughts conflict…

It’s so damn frustrating…
The reasons are unclear…

What was the problem…
What did “they” fear…

Sat in pure cold isolation…
It’s all so quietly black…

No answers from the shadows…
There seems no route back…

To standing front and centre…
Speaking to the crowd…

Telling funny stories…
And laughing out aloud…

But that’s a distant memory…
Not the here and not now…

Am trying hard to adjust…
Though not really sure how…

How the fuck did I get here…
How much more can I take…

This is beginning to feel…
Like one huge mistake…

Not sure of my options…
I’m not clear what to do…

And like a sinner in confession…
Trapped thoughts ensue…

I need to find resolution…
Need to find an escape…

To free myself of the darkness…
And transform my landscape…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Isolation” by Crowded House

The Fire Garden…

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The garden of fire…
Burning so very bright…

Trees are all ablaze…
So close to midnight…

Searching for something…
Within those flames…

Where demons dance…
And confusion reigns…

Following the feelings…
Wherever they may lead…

Tinged with a curiosity…
Driven by an urgent need…

To find some inner peace…
A tiny speck of clarity…

In the midst of the chaos…
Under a spell of insanity…

That can never be broken…
And won’t seem to abate…

Always full steam ahead…
Like a train that won’t wait…

Or provide any respite…
Nor give time to think…

As in the heat of this battle…
Broken black hearts sink…

And retreat into shadows…
Down Hell’s dimly lit paths…

Where people talk in circles…
As time silps through the hourglass…

Where all the rules get broken…
And the sinners live in fear…

Every minute of their lives…
And every passing year…

Never loving anything…
Living without any hope…

In a garden of pure temptation…
They walk a thin tightrope…

Praying they don’t fall…
Desperate they don’t fail…

And the demons of darkness…
Will not always fucking prevail…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Paint it Black” by The Rolling Stones