Open Invitation: Poem Challenge…

Dear Reader…

You are invited to find poetry inspiration in the song linked below…

It will mean different things to different people…

To some, it may mean nothing at all…

If it connects with you, craft your words…

Email to Eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk (* please read below)

Submit by 8th April 2020

Submissions posted on Eyewillnotcry.com over the coming Easter Weekend…

* You will need to include:

  • Express permission to use your words on eyewillnotcry.com
  • Provide a name for credit (real or pseudonym)
  • A link to your wordpress page if you have one
  • Leave a comment on this post that you have submitted

Let your mind go, anywhere it wants…

Stay Safe…

 

The Ghost…

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He’s got kind eyes…
And a gentle heart…

But a sinner’s mind…
And his soul is dark…

Tried the right way…
But seduced by the wrong…

A well-trodden path…
Since the day he was born…

Into a splintered world…
Fractured in two…

Carrying years of anger…
And such sadness too…

It eats away at him…
Like a cancer inside…

And he can’t remember…
The last time he cried…

He just bottles it up…
And locks it all away…

With no hint nor trace…
It’s always been this way…

Because he’s so nonchalant…
And calm on the outside…

Managing to cover it all up…
With each and every lie…

It can’t ever be helped…
Or even nursed better…

It’s a constant presence…
Like an unwritten letter…

To the ones he loved…
In some final confession…

Detailing all the mistakes…
And his wrong decisions…

As he was fast asleep…
With his mind wide open…

Stumbling through life…
Knowing something was broken…

Something deep down…
That could never be fixed…

Whilst he walks this Earth…
In a trance and bewitched…

By all those feelings…
Hidden in his heart…

Whilst a sinner’s mind…
Keeps his soul so dark…

Disowned by the Gods…
Cast out into Hell…

A man who sold his soul…
For a ride on Satan’s carousel…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Pour Le Monde” By Crowded House

 

Arms of Hell…

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Remember, Remember, Remember…
It’s harder than you think…
A lonely dark night in November…
Distraction began with a drink…

Always trying to look forward…
Forever chained to the past…
Memories totally alcohol blurred…
Actions that happened so fast…

Eye…
Fly…
High…

He always liked to watch…
It’s what he once believed…
Swallow another scotch…
It numbed as he deceived…

Trying hard to stay in control…
Amid flashbacks of torment…
The dancer sliding down the pole…
Adults who would consent…

Fly…
Me…
High…

One moment in time gave him wings…
The belief he could indeed fly…
A giant amongst conquering kings…
Now guilt simply asks why…

Stop, stare, are they seeing this too…
A direct effect of the lies…
It’s above the beyond, focused out of view…
Only hindsight makes people wise…

Eye…
Won’t…
Cry…

And so it comes full circle…
His brain can’t handle the truth…
A story of Hyde & Mr Jekyll…
The finger now pointed at you…

Remember, Remember, Remember…
It’s harder than you think…
A lonely dark night in November…
Seduction began with a drink…

Eye…
Fly…
High…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Into Temptation” by Crowded House

Hiding In The Darkness…

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Stood in the corner…
Sat facing the wall…

Hiding in the darkness…
Running away from it all…

Dodging flying bullets…
Of real life responsibility...

Looking for distraction…
And chances to feel free…

Disguising all her fears…
Disgusted by her thoughts…

Dealing with the Devil…
It’s so tense, it’s so fraught…

Ignoring all the signals…
Running in the wrong direction…

Orchestrating from the shadows…
She’s perfecting misdirection…

Whilst searching for something…
Sugercoated in sweet lies…

Desperate for that someone…
Who makes her feel alive…

But reflections in hotel mirrors…
Are fucking with her head…

And all she ever thinks about…
Could never ever be said…

Her guilty mind’s mentality…
Lays on the floor of the ocean…

Trapped beneath the rocks…
And concealed by dark emotion…

She sees no way out of here…
No chance of an escape…

She’s the sum of all her history…
One she could never reshape…

She can’t change her story…
Erase the twists and turns…

And what lies before her…
Are unscripted lines she learns…

Makes it up as she goes along…
Ignoring the rules of fate…

Points the finger of blame…
With each and every mistake…

Now she’s stood in the corner…
Resting her head against a wall…

Hiding out in the darkness…
Running away from it all…

Trapped by her situation…
The weight of responsibility…

So she seeks out dark distractions…
And the chance to distort reality…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Flying in the face of love” by Neil Finn

 

 

 

Shooting Stars…

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We are here today…
But gone too soon…

Just shooting stars…
Not like the Moon…

That hangs around…
In time and space…

Never ever revealing…
It’s darkened face…

Remaining forever…        
Within our view…

Unlike the passing…
Of those we hold true…

The ones we love…
Become faces we lose…

The best get taken…
We don’t get to choose…

Who stays or who goes…
Into heavens domain…

From the dawn of time…
It has been the same…

As the departed travel…
Into unknown lands…

Leaving behind them…
Our grieving hands…

Reaching upwards…
Towards the night sky…

Forever asking…
“Why Gods, Why”…

But no one answers…
And the silence deafens…

Our turn gets closer…
Our mortality threatened…

Because in many ways…
We just live to die…

We can’t stop it…
Or even begin to try…

As we’re here today…
But will be gone too soon…

Just shooting stars…
Not like the Moon…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “People Are Like Suns” By Crowded House

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

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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.