Isolation…

Please welcome Thomas as tonght’s Guest Poet

You can read more of Thomas’s work here: Menjustpause.wordpress.com

If you would like to submit for a Guest Poet slot, send your words to eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers

rhjsa

‘Are you worried about me? But I’m fine’.

I might sit in a corner, but I’m fine.

Yesterday was my tomorrow, but is it today already?

I swore today not to be saddened, but I swear I didn’t see the sun rise!

Talk about being stuck in a dark room, on the sun’s surface!

I should have seen it, even when facing the corner!

Her majesty, beauty of a thousand white roses, the epic sun rise,

Who misses such? I wonder.

It’s not about the blaring heat of the sun; it’s the way it moves.

But scientists say otherwise.

Can’t wait turn my head to the window, focus on the streaming rays.

But I’m fine, just starring deep into the universe.

A universe merging two walls, geometric cracks blemish it.

Yet it’s aura of presences makes it a perfection, a corner of perfection.

Don’t worry about the darkness; it’s just a requisite of light.

Soon, before the Sun dawns, I’ll remember why am facing it,

Before i break my neck glaring through the window, into the sunburst,

But for now, let me sit, watching, and taking-in the breathe-taking scene.

Because deep down, I’m fine, as I crave for a slit in my skin,

Pain, makes everything fine…eventually.

That first ray hits the roughness of my skin, as I turn my head,

Ready to slit what is, before I remember what was,

It dawns on me, that baby I’m fine!

Without the consequential memoirs, without the past pain prejudice,

I’d rather perfection keep itself alive, breathing its seconds away,

As they wash away, with every tick, of every second hand,

Maybe two clocks fasten the time, imperialism of a world with so many times,

But one clock, a clock that starts when after being born!

Disappointment of figuring out the math, of falling in love with a Sunburst,

From a Star, millions of miles away,

But for now, men, just pause!

 

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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“He only wants to get you out of your mind”…

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The drink in her hand…
Her back against the wall…

He pins her so robustly…
Her defences quickly fall…

Her head feels so light…
Her world begins to spin…

Her legs turn to jelly…
As she breathes him all in…

She knows it’s not right…
But doesn’t really care…

She wants him to touch her…
And undo her underwear…

Whilst taking her to places…
That she has seldom been…

Where the Devil takes over…
And fills her soul with sin…

She needs him inside her…
Right here and right now…

She lets him have control…
But wants to show him how…

How much she wants him…
And how deeply she yearns…

To let out her bad side…
Show him tricks she’s learnt…

As she’s no longer an angel …
Peeled off those goddamn wings…

Removed that fucking halo…
All the rules that it brings…

And in this sinful moment…
Without any form of regret…

She’s turned to the dark side…
And hasn’t finished yet…

As it’s a thrill she longs for…
An addiction she can’t beat…

In high heels and stockings…
Against the cold, hard concrete…

And with the drink in her hand…
She forgets for just one moment…

The nightmare of her reality…
And her ongoing inner torment…

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“It all ends up the same somehow”…

Please welcome Panos as my latest Guest Poet.

You can read more of Panos’s work over at : https://surrealgypsy.wordpress.com/

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

Cheers

geath

Death is in every moment, and whoever in every moment dies,
he’s the prince the master, who in the sky flies.

Life is now and forever, and whoever lives in the now,
he’s the one who has discovered, Heaven’s know-how.

But whoever does not die and lives for the next moment,
he has dropped the holy milk and drinks from Hell’s torment.

So the choice is up to you. Do you want to realize?
Do you want to be an old fool, or one moment old and wise?

What means to live in the present but die in the now?
Means you have to kill everything for which you take a bow.

And then and only then you will be standing straight,
you will be filled with pure love not one drop of hate.

You will live for ever, and ever, in an eternal bliss,
you will have denied Death’s sweetest carnal kiss.

“We’re ascending higher and higher each day”…

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On top of the world…
Looking out, peering down…

Above the snow white clouds…
Like an eagle flying round…

In the crystal blue skies…
Where the Sun’s rays dance…

He’s hanging by a thread…
And his fate is left to chance…

It’s wrapped inside a whisper…
From so very long ago…

He’s not sure what even happened…
On the Earth spinning far below…

Underneath his tired feet…
As his eyes drift in and out…

His thoughts make little sense…
And his mind is full of doubt…

Should he just forget this…
Or take a leap of faith…

And dive into the clouds…
Falling further into disgrace…

Inside an echo of a memory…
Where the clouds reveal her face…

And eyes that mesmerise his soul…
How he yearns for her embrace…

Because words are being repeated…
And he’s heard them all before…

In this world where everything has been…
And everything has gone; It is the law…

The law of this Godforsaken planet…
Where we replay others’ mistakes…

Walking in someone else’s shoes…
Swimming in a dead man’s wake…

They aren’t his, they’re human…
He’s not the first or the last…

Simply one of the imperfect sinners…
Who never learned from histories past…

Now he’s on top of the world…
Looking out, floating down…

Falling through the cotton wool clouds…
Until he finally hits the ground…

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“My conscience plays upon me now”…

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What are we afraid of…
The dead will tell no lies…

Everything we’ve hidden…
All the things that we despise…

Like skeletons in the closet…
Locked away from view…

Each of us has them…
Every year we add a few…

Memories so painful…
Of all the things we did…

Darkest black and secret…
And all we were forbid…

We knew what we were doing…
Had the freedom of choice…

The fruit we ate was bittersweet…
Laced with Satan’s voice…

Now we keep them quiet…
And try hard to forget…

Moments where we came undone…
Actions we now regret…

But memories cannot hurt us…
Unless we let them out…

So keep them locked up tight…
Don’t succumb to inner doubt…

Accept we all have demons…
Not one is beyond reproach…

None of us are flawless…
As we ride in life’s stagecoach…

It’s part of the experience…
And all part of life’s plan…

Temptation comes in many forms…
For either women or a man…

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But Eye know what you’re afraid of…

Eye see it in your eyes…

Everything you’ve hidden…

All those sins you can’t disguise…

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“There’s a darkness in every sense”…

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Welcome to the dark side…
On the edge of the abyss…

A place submerged in shadows…
Where the fallen angels kiss…

And whisper to each other…
Forbidden fantasies and lies…

All the secrets of this world…
Carried on the wings of flies…

Delivered like a message…
On an arrow tipped with fire…

Lighting up the blackness…
Where the ungodly do conspire…

The ones who roam silently…
Trapped within a falling tear…

Who no longer feel emotion…
No hate, no love, no fear…

The lost and the damned…
In a state of perpetual strife

Who never saw this coming…
Slept walked through their life…

But now pay for their sins…
And the path they chose…

As their moments of distraction…
Became the thorns of a rose…

Now embedded in their soul…
And tearing at their skin…

An everlasting reminder…
Of the eternal Hell they’re in…

A place where human kindness…
Never began to even exist…

And demons in your dreams…
Infect, distort and twist…

Whilst in the vivid nightmares…
Your mind is filled with doubt…

As suddenly it hits you…
There is really no way out…

And as memories begin to fade…
Numbness will replace any fear…

Now was it worth the price…
Your soul has paid to get here…

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“She’ll come slowly rising, on the air”…

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She found the letter…
And read the words…

She fell to the ground…
Her cry scattered the birds…

She laid there in shock…
Just couldn’t take it all in…

She didn’t know what to do…
Didn’t know where to begin…

She was enveloped in sadness…
Became shrouded in black…

She couldn’t ever accept…
He was never coming back…

She became so isolated…
Felt so goddamned trapped…

She was blinded by the pain…
Knew she would never adapt…

She loved him so much…
But felt so empty inside…

She craved his smell…
Needed his hand to guide…

She felt so alone…
Like life had no meaning…

She became a shadow…
Only seen in the evening…

She could not see…
Knew the silence would last…

She couldn’t move on…
Was entombed in the past…

She had believed in forever…
And dreamt of growing old…

She could not cope…
As depression took hold…

She lost the will to live…
And decided to get out…

She swallowed the pills…
Without hesitation or doubt…

Then she found him again…
As he sat waiting for her…

The couple finally reunited…
In Death’s cold, hazy blur…

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“There’s nothing safe, about this life”…

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Death’s cold hand,
reaches out again…

Leaving behind misery,
desolation and pain…

A stark reminder,
of how fragile we are…

Here for a moment,
on a journey to the stars…

As the mortal coil,
is forever unwinding…

This life is for living,
yet we are dying…

By day and by night,
we ignore and pretend…

Whilst we edge closer,
to the bittter end…

Knowing that Death,
is always inches away…

We could dodge for years,
or we could go today…

And at that moment,
when we stop breathing…

When we are shown,
the footage of our deceiving…

Those final flashbacks,
like the movie edits…

All of the sins and
all of our regrets…

We’ll finally understand,
just what was planted…

The gift of our life,
we took for granted…

As we arrogantly wandered,
persistently distracting…

With delusions of grandeur,
whilst seldom respecting…

The power of Death and
all that he brings…

Until it’s too late and
the Angel choir sings…

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