“Running from the dark, look what you have done”…

Shame-3

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He’s just a little boy…
Lost in a big man’s world…

Drowning in the quicksand…
And not doing as he’s told…

Breaking all the rules…
Not towing the line…

Making weak excuses…
Pretending that he’s “FINE”…

Hurting all his loved ones…
Even if they don’t know…

As he tries to put on…
The most convincing of shows…

Using smoke and mirrors…
To distract and to distort…

Whilst living a sinful lie…
And not doing what he ought…

Not being the man…
They all expect him to be…

Not living the life…
They think that they see…

As he uses his charm…
And deflects any doubts…

It’s his secret weapon…
Only he knows about…

And uses it to dazzle…
Blinding all the eyes…

That may see through him…
And rip off his disguise…

That he hides behind…
Every minute of each day…

Nodding in the right places…
Pretending to care what they say…

When inside he isn’t listening…
He switched off long ago…

Only looking for distraction…
And going with the flow…

Now he keeps on running…
As fast as he possibly can…

One day they might catch him…
And force the boy to become a man…

~

 

“You think all your cardinal sins will stay underground”…

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There is no way out…

No matter how loud he shouts…

His hands are bound by fate…

In a spider’s web of fear and hate…

Darkness surrounds…

Buried so deep underground…

No light enters at all…

Nobody around to hear his desperate call…

Dragged deep beneath…

Chained up underneath…

Where nobody dares to go…

The place we pretend not to know…

In case “THEY” hear…

The ones that we all fear…

He’s inside the Black pit…

He cannot move, he cannot sit…

Only watch, as the Devil’s hate spits...

He’s paralysed, has no feelings…

Alone with visions, constantly revealing…

Whilst his limbs will just not move…

What more are “THEY” trying to prove…

How much more can he take…

As he fights to stay awake…

Perhaps he should just give in…

Confess to all his sin…

Let the Devil win…

And take his prize…

Remove the final disguise…

And finally be freed from this life…

The hurt and all the strife…

Because there is no way out…

No point in screaming, no one hears his shouts…

He can’t fight his fate…

There is nothing left but hate…

It’s becoming much too late…

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“But she is the sharp pain in your chest”…

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Did you feel the lightning…
As it struck your heart…
The moment that you saw her…
Right back at the start…

Did she infect your mind…
Was she your only one…
Did she become your universe…
The stars, the moon and sun…

Did you fall deep for her…
Head over fucking heels…
Allow your soul the freedom…
And all your heart to feel…

Did she become your everything…
A simply overwhelming obsession…
Your morning, noon and night…
And your sinful dark confession…

Were her words so powerful…
That you forgot who you were…
Becoming a different person…
Where reality became a blur…

And was that amazing feeling…
Worth the price you paid…
As it all quickly fell apart…
And memories started to fade…

Opening up the empty void…
With nothing that can replace…
The feelings of excitement…
That once lit up your face…

As you sit there wondering…
How the fuck to carry on…
Without all the distraction…
Without her sinful song…

As in pure desperation…
You pushed it all away…
Wanting everything or nothing…
It had to be your way…

But now you miss the lightning…
That once struck your cold, cold heart…
And the moments shared with her…
Right back at the very start…

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“The peace in my mind is drowning, fading down”…

I am excited to be able to bring you another poem from my guest poet Pepper!

You can read more of her work here: http://fieldofthorns.wordpress.com/

Enjoy – Cheers J

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Black Daffodil

Black bouquets of daffodils
Wrapped in a stripe of seaweed
Charged in brackish marsh water
Quiet little screams –
A deafening silence
Reeling in briny water
Pungent smells of mud and sulfur
Stir memories of brimstone and lace
Flowers long for the color of sunshine
Seaweed mimics tatting
Dread arrives with a beautiful box
The underside inscribed –
To capture your every thought
Whisper, them inside.

Black bouquets of daffodils
Wrapped in a stripe of seaweed
Charged in brackish marsh water
Flowers of pitch hitched –
To weeds, from the sea
Both grace a special place
Deep within my heart
A heart — ever so gray
It beats wicked and hard
Far beyond stars
A place, a house of cards
With wandering wondering eyes –
Watching Twenty-eight crabs
Fall, fall, fall
Fall from a June sky
Scorpio and cancer lie together
Apparently there is no — never.

Black bouquets of daffodils
Wrapped in a stripe of seaweed
Charged in brackish marsh water
This is — no longer a dream
Of storks with short legs
Or tubs with no water
Sadly, I bore rather quickly
Please keep me amused
With your charm and your ruse
I’m intrigued by intellectual thunder.

Amazing art by Steve Kenny

If you want to be a guest poet, please email photo, words and youtube clip to eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

“I hope it turns your life upside down”…

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Trapped inside her head…
Tied beneath her bed…

I’m confused…
I feel so used…
Used by fools…
Fooled by you…

She spoke ill truths…
Born to fantasise…
Her twisted words…
Show what’s inside…

Deny the lies she said…
Fake tears of hurt she shed…

I’m confused…
I feel so used…
Used by fools…
Who’s fooling who…

Behind that grin…
Beneath those eyes…
Her heart within…
Is in demise…

Stung by hate she spread…
Extract her from my head…

I’m confused…
I feel so used…
But only fools…
Get fooled by you…

Why won’t they listen…
Why can’t they see…
I’m trapped in her prison…
Please hear my plea…

Tied inside her bed…
Confuse my spinning head…
Life’s hanging by a thread…
I wish that she was dead…

I’m confused…
Was I really used…
Or was I the fool…
Fooling you…

~

“Running from the dark, look what you have done”…

Shame-3

~

He’s just a little boy…
Lost in a big man’s world…

Drowning in the quicksand…
And not doing as he’s told…

Breaking all the rules…
Not towing the line…

Making weak excuses…
Pretending that he’s “FINE”…

Hurting all his loved ones…
Even if they don’t know…

As he tries to put on…
The most convincing of shows…

Using smoke and mirrors…
To distract and to distort…

Whilst living a sinful lie…
And not doing what he ought…

Not being the man…
They all expect him to be…

Not living the life…
They think that they see…

As he uses his charm…
And deflects any doubts…

It’s his secret weapon…
Only he knows about…

And uses it to dazzle…
Blinding all the eyes…

That may see through him…
And rip off his disguise…

That he hides behind…
Every minute of each day…

Nodding in the right places…
Pretending to care what they say…

When inside he isn’t listening…
He switched off long ago…

Only looking for distraction…
And going with the flow…

Now he keeps on running…
As fast as he possibly can…

One day they might catch him…
And this boy may become a man…

~

 

“You think all your cardinal sins will stay underground”…

hate-black-evil-face

~

There is no way out…

No matter how loud
he shouts…

His hands are
bound by fate…

In a spider’s web
of fear and
hate…

Darkness surrounds…

Buried so deep
underground…

No light enters
at all…

Nobody around
to hear his desperate
call…

Dragged deep beneath…

Chained up underneath…

Where nobody
dares to go…

The place we pretend
not to know…

In case “THEY” hear…

The ones that
we all fear…

He’s inside the Black pit…

He cannot move,
he cannot sit…

Only watch, as the Devil
puts on his show…

He’s paralysed,
has no feelings…

Alone with visions, constantly
revealing…

Whilst his limbs will
just not move…

What more are “THEY”
trying to prove…

How much more
can he take…

As he fights to
stay awake…

Perhaps he should
just give in…

Confess to all
his sin…

Let the Devil win…

And take his
prize…

Remove the final
disguise…

And finally be freed
from this life…

The hurt and all the strife…

Because there is no way out…

No point in screaming,
no one hears his shouts…

He can’t fight his fate…

There is nothing left but hate…

It’s much too fucking late…

~