“And it whispers to me softly – come and play”…

Please welcome Manan as tonight’s Guest Poet.

You can read more of Manan’s work here: https://mananunleashed.wordpress.com/

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

Cheers

smole
Unwell I feel, splittin headache I got
All the turmoil within, I fought
Always be strong, I’ve been taught
I need distraction

Strong am I, or a facade
Tired of always being on guard
Behind closed doors, I break down so hard
I need distraction

Drags of cigarettes I inhale
Wispy dark coils I exhale
Smoke calms my nerves when all fail
I need distraction

Bad necessary medicine, like morphine
I hallucinate, everything looks green
So blunt and absurd tonite my preen
I need distraction

Carroll was high with Alice
My high is short-lived, oh come on peace
Calm me down, put me at ease
I need distraction

The laundry undone, my den a mess
In the cupboard, hangs the unworn lil black dress
How did I get to this, no one can guess
I need distraction

TV on, something about Nobita, the nerdy guy
My lil one cuddles me, as he passes me by
You seem distracted he asks, oh Am I?
I need distraction….
from the distraction!

“But half of me, deserves everything he gets”…

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He’s found a way to live…
Devoid of all emotion…

A simple trick of the mind…
Sets the wheels in motion…

Locking it all away…
Preventing any tears…

That would flood his eyes…
If he remembered all the years…

The good times and the bad…
All his stupid mistakes…

On the road that he has travelled…
The decisions that he’s made…

In the search of some distraction…
Whilst hiding in plain sight…

But distorting his reality…
Under cover of the night…

Where he becomes another…
Assumes that personality…

The one that he keeps hidden…
So no one else can see…

Like Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde…
At the flick of a switch…

Sees a quick transformation…
Like a spell cast by a witch…

Turning to the dark side…
Tuning into evil thoughts…

Listening to the demons…
Forgetting all he’s been taught…

And living in the shadows…
Searching for like minds…

Those who understand him…
Not judging what they find…

But then he forgets it all…
In the light of the morning sun…

Pretends it never happened…
And moves on, starts to run…

Like a scared little child…
A boy just like Peter Pan…

Who never really grew up…
Or understood life’s plan…

Trapped in a prison…
His own private cell…

He can never escape it…
Some days it feels like Hell…

So he’s now found a way…
To live without emotion…

It’s how he exists…
It’s the path he has chosen…

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“And now she’s in me, always with me”…

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He’s no longer sure…
If he liked you that much…

He no longer craves…
The warmth of your touch…

The spark has died…
And there is little else left…

What once existed…
Has been laid to rest…

Leaving you a stranger…
No longer part of his dreams…

Like a bit part actress…
That’s seldom on screen…

And stood on the outside…
You’re now looking in…

Wondering how this happened…
Much to your chagrin…

As there was a time…
When he worshiped you…

He believed your lies…
Prayed they were true…

And connected so deep…
You shook his very soul…

Sending his moral compass…
Spinning out of control…

He became your puppet…
The mistress’s servant…

He’d do anything for you…
Even if you didn’t deserve it…

But you turned on him…
Like a vampire craving blood…

You drained his emotions…
Whilst feasting on the flood…

Leaving him searching…
For the sanctuary of shadows…

A hole in the darkness…
Where only he knows…

A place he could think…
Allow his mind to clearly see…

And it granted him freedom…
From your constant misery…

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“All the things, come back to you”…

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The Angel’s decent, strangely began…
In a random encounter with a Chinese man…

Who spoke quietly, all about his life…
The trauma, the troubles and all his strife…

About how he fought for everything…
Before he taught his soul to sing…

Steven Tyler sang as she went on her way…
“Dream on” were the words she heard him say…

“All the things, come back to you”…
Was the warning in this surreal tune…

But the Angel didn’t listen to that warning…
Her course was set until the morning…

And with the wind beginning to build…
The night air was becoming strangely filled…

With the scent of something so unknown…
And into turmoil she was utterly thrown…

As the eyes of a Demon came into view…
It was one of those moments that feels so true…

Burns down to the core of your very soul…
The spine-tingling moment you lose control…

She looked at him and he stared at her…
For just one second she would honestly swear…

There was a point of connected clarity…
And from that moment, she could not see…

Blind and powerless he led the dance…
She began floating in a half dazed trance…

Wandering down life’s darkened street…
And in an instant she felt the heat…

Of Hell’s burning flames calling out…
As her head was filled with thoughts of doubt…

But the Demon was much too strong…
She became enchanted by his sweet songs…

He held her in his powerful sway…
Through winding streets and alley ways…

He intoxicated the rain filled air…
Yet by his side, she just didn’t care…

The Demon tempted and pointed to drink…
As she began to fall, she began to sink…

The world she knew just melted away…
Reality blurred, with no hint of dismay…

As fallen Angels began setting their traps…
Under the cold moonlight, she collapsed…

And became a different version or three…
The kind she’d never let the real world see…

Jumping from one planet onto another…
It was only then that she discovered…

Something so different, something so refined…
And in a stolen moment, lips intertwined…

As the world around faded from view…
She forgot everything she thought she knew…

And whilst Hell’s fire burned bright and Red…
The Demon invited her into his bed…

But at the point of no return…
As the Devil danced and the flames did burn…

The Chinese man once again appeared…
This time older, with a Grey beard…

Said “Wait, it’s not too late,
Don’t give in and become this Demon’s first mate.
All is not as it seems,
Free yourself from this Demon’s dream”…

The words struck deep into her heart…
And she & the Demon, did reluctantly part…

When she awoke to face the new day…
She lay there wondering what to say…

It had felt like the most vivid dream…
And she let out the most silent scream…

Her soul now scarred and ripped forever…
But with little remorse as she ascended to Heaven…

The Chinese man never again returned…
But his words carried deep into her soul and burned…

Now Steven Tyler keeps singing his haunting song…
Whilst the Demon sits in Hell, where he belongs…

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“You can go your own way”…

Please welcome Melanthi as tonight’s Gust Poet.

You can follow Melanthi on Twitter here: @melanthinicole

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

Cheers

way
Do it your own way
Don’t let others sway you down their path
For your destination is not the same
You are the sun in your own solar system
Do what makes you shine brightest
Do what makes you radiate
You are the sun

This marvellous journey has no map,
Take chances!
Your destination may change
You may lead astray
Simply let your judgment lead the way

Expect there to be wrong turns
And bumps
And detours

Your end point is not the goal of your journey

For as long as your sun shines
For as long as you venture on
Enjoy yourself
Explore the world around you
As well as the world within you

“Lately, words are missing from now on”…

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Immersed in the silence…

Standing high above…

Away from all the chaos…

With the view of a dove…

Looking down upon them…

Invisible to them all…

The only time they’ll notice…

Is when the ground halts her fall…

She doesn’t know how she got here…

Her day has been a blur…

But the voices keep on talking…

And she’s no strength left to defer…

As this moment has been coming…

She’s grown darker by the day…

Her demons kept tormenting…

Her depression wouldn’t go away…

She’s been looking for an answer…

She’s been praying for a sign…

An end to her inner turmoil…

By some heavenly design…

But the gods have not listened…

Despite all the preachers lies…

Leaving her no other option…

But to sever all her ties…

And as she stands there gazing….

At what lies far below…

She thinks of her family…

Who just didn’t want to know…

The friends who didn’t notice…

And never heard her pleas…

Whist the voices in her head…

Finally forced her to her knees…

To this point of no return…

A place of darkness and despair…

Where her life has no meaning…

Amongst a pile of unanswered prayers…

Leaving only pain and anger…

Pushing her closer to the edge…

And in a desperate bid for freedom…

She steps off the ledge…

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“You’re turning into something I detest”…

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There it goes again…
The voice inside his head…

Pushing him to tell her…
He wishes she was dead…

It started out as something…
A plan so perfectly hatched…

Two devious souls colliding…
No strings were attached…

It quickly felt so different…
The fire started way too fast…

She saw the love as precious…
It was never meant to last…

They agreed on all the rules…
She begged to play the game…

Yet here they are months later…
And she’s acting so insane…

A real life weirdo stalker…
Following his every move…

All these threats of violence…
Always distorting the truth…

Acting so neurotic…
Far from the full ticket…

Fooled him with her lies…
Bewitched, he fell for it…

She’s just so fucking evil…
And no fun to be around…

He’s lost all his trust in her…
No love here to be found…

He used to dream about her…
Now lies awake in fear…

Where did this go so wrong…
How did they end up here…

This wasn’t meant to happen…
He’s not hers to command…

He’s tried to be so patient…
And tried to understand…

But there it goes again…
The voice inside his head…

Forcing him to tell her…
He wishes she was dead…

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