“You are beautiful, no matter what they say”…

I am thrilled to welcome Carol Anne as my latest guest poet.

You can read more of her work here: http://multime1980.wordpress.com/

Cheers
J

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Could have been

I could have been beautiful
I could have been strong
But you told me I was nothing
You told me I was wrong
I could have been courageous
I could have been happy
But you filled me with shame
You filled me with self-doubt
You abused my trust
In every way and more
You left me weak and stressed and sore
You ripped out my heart and soul
You taunted me each day I was alive
How was I supposed to survive and thrive?
This thing called abuse has robbed me of so much
It’s made me grow up fast
It’s made me tough
Now I’m an adult with severe ptsd
Dissociation too, can’t you see?
See this life I have endured for so long
Can’t you see how it made me strong?
Being strong isn’t all what it’s cracked up to be
On most days I just want to be free

carol anne
c2014

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

“It’s Halloween, on the street, you came looking for me”…

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Hubble bubble,
toil and trouble…

They hauled her from,
a pile of rubble…

Her broken body,
no longer breathing…

Covered in dust and
wounds still bleeding…

For the longest time,
she’d been missing…

Disappeared suddenly,
after reminiscing…

About a man she met,
at a party long ago…

An opportunity missed,
at least she thought so…

She knew his name and
where he came from…

He’d charmed and entranced,
forced her heart to succumb…

And branded his face,
in the forefront of her mind…

Before one day deciding,
that she’d try to find…

The one who wove a spell,
upon her imagination…

And accepting the risk,
of total deflation…

But when she saw him,
she instantly knew…

That she had been,
such an utter fool…

As he walked hand in hand,
with a stunning goddess…

And in her minds comparison,
she was such a mess…

So she fled the city,
in a lonely taxi tide…

With her heart aching,
she sat in the back and cried…

But as the bright city lights,
began to fade into darkness…

The driver stopped and
ignored all her tearful protests…

Hubble bubble,
toil and trouble…

They hauled her slaughtered body,
from a pile of rubble…

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Written for the Halloween Challenge over on: http://dewriting.wordpress.com/2014/10/28/its-halloween-on-the-street-you-came-looking-for-me-halloweenchallenge/ – please check out the other submissions!

 

 

“Let’s kiss this thing goodbye”…

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Bite the bullet and
extract the bitter sting…

Because her constant lies,
are wearing so thin…

It’s time to end this and
to call it a day…

It’s a no win situation,
no matter what people say…

As the moment is past and
the story has ended…

Now it’s time to move on and
allow wounds to be mended…

And your head to clear,
erasing each painful memory…

Whilst freeing yourself,
from the mental agonies…

That came with the territory,
walking hand in hand…

Now it’s time to remove,
your head from the sand…

And simply admit defeat,
in this noble gesture…

That in cold stark reality,
had begun to fester…

As a clean break was,
both required and needed…

You should have listened and
you should have heeded…

The forewarned words,
that your ears were told…

Instead of listening,
to her lies spun with gold…

So this is the start and
now reality begins…

Time to remove everything,
that’s curled up within…

Your locked up boxes,
go and hide them away…

Kiss the memories goodbye,
end your heart’s decay…

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“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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“How did we get here, when I used to know you so well”…

I am thrilled to welcome new guest poet Ethel, who also kindly nominated me for an award:

http://thedarkestraven.wordpress.com/2014/10/20/one-lovely-blog-award/

As you may know, I am no good at following the rules, but nevertheless, I am always humbled to receive and be thought about for such awards.

Please take time to check out Ethel’s amazing work and I hope you enjoy her submission as much as I did!

Cheers J

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Muse

Where did you go?
I seek of you
Until the end of the earth
I moved mountains
Parted the ocean
Soared the sky
And flipped the ground
But you’re nowhere to be found

Please come back to me
You are my muse
Without you
My words is just a
Dead language
Forgotten and never spoken
A history without
Its glory

My hands are trembling
I can’t grip my pen
The ink is just dripping
Wasted and exhausted
From waiting until the
Next sentence

I can’t move my hands and
I’m running out of ink
Without you
I just keep on rambling
I can’t form any script
I’m just a sad musing gaze
Trampled on the pave

So come back to me
You are my muse and
You’re all I need
To keep on writing
Just as a whipping top
I need your string
To keep on spinning
In this holy ground

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

“Somebody stepped inside your soul”…

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The little bird sits,
in the eye of the storm…

On a darkened rooftop,
all tattered and torn…

Her feathers all ruffled,
hiding new scars…

She’s looking for refuge,
under falling stars…

Searching for calm and
any kind of sanctuary…

Somewhere to hide,
until she can be free…

And it is all over,
when she will again fly…

In-between the sunset and
the dark moonlit sky…

But until that time,
the angry storm rages…

And each painful day,
writes new chapters and pages…

Of a complicated story,
where this little bird got lost…

Before finding herself,
without realising the cost…

As in a circle with three sides,
she got caught in-between…

And only pure sinners,
could feel what she’s seen…

As dodging the lightning,
became her awakening…

And a thirst for excitement,
became so very frightening…

Forcing a conclusion and
igniting Hell’s fire…

Which seeks out the truth,
as the flames reach higher…

Now sat on that rooftop,
it feels so out of control…

And the little bird attempts,
to reclaim her soul…

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“But I was a fool, playing by the rules”…

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Do you really feel better…

Now the fighting’s begun…

Getting your own way…

Thinking that you’ve won…

As you casually sit there…

Firing all your bullets…

Aiming straight and true…

And right for the gullet…

Taking no prisoners…

To ensure your victory…

Then holding the trophy aloft…

For all the world to see…

Did you take sick pleasure…

In watching all the pain…

Which you have inflicted…

Is that what you gained…

In this whole fucking affair…

That crushed others souls…

Sucked the light from them…

Leaving them dark and cold…

Did a sense of enjoyment…

Ignite your fucked up eyes…

Deflecting the real truth…

Whilst hiding all your lies…

Because inside you know…

Any victory is so hollow…

And with no sense of pride…

It’s a bitter pill to swallow…

As those voices keep talking…

Dancing round in your head…

They won’t leave you alone…

Filling you with a dread…

That haunts all your days…

And all of your thoughts…

Where you can’t face the facts…

Forgetting all you were taught…

But whilst you may feel better…

By thoughts that you have won…

Don’t think that this is over…

Because the war’s only just begun…

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