“Don’t let it in, with no intention to keep it”…

rain

~

She twisted and turned…
Balanced on the right…

But fell into darkness…
Under cover of the night…

Sucked into distraction…
That shattered all illusions…

Believing all the lies…
That verged upon delusions…

They felt so very real…
Attraction was so strong…

Yet hindsight is true vision…
It was so very wrong…

She followed like a rat…
Whilst the pied piper played…

With her eyes half open…
She missed the traps laid…

By Satan and his demons…
Who took full control…

The master of all puppets…
Directing his sinful show…

Leading her into temptation…
Without thought, without fear…

Down the path of no return…
In such a toxic atmosphere…

That filled up all her senses…
Made her eyes go blind…

A momentary lack of reason…
Common sense left far behind…

As it came from the shadows…
It crawled out of the hole…

Seeped into her veins…
Tarnished her very soul…

Leaving her in this place…
Of darkness and of dread…

An everlasting captivity…
No escape within her head…

Payment for her sins…
Punished by those on high…

She didn’t stop to listen…
It’s too late to stand and cry…

~

“Keep on, chasing down that rainbow”…

Please welcome Ansaa as tonight’s guest poet – you can read more of Ansaa’s work here: https://webranter.wordpress.com/about/

Guest poet slots are always available,  just email your words to eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers

J

hoj

~

Eye will not cry!
My optimism clouds all bad grey thoughts.

Eye will not cry
As I look forward
Though dark shadows cast their evil lots.

Eye will not cry
Because my mind
Looks forward to the best.

Eye will not cry
Because life tries to put me to the test.

~

“But in your dreams, whatever they be”…

she

~

She knows the words…
But not their meaning…

Hears them whilst sleeping…
Amidst all the screaming…

That soundtracks the night…
When she closes her eyes…

Slipping into the nightmare…
That makes her cry…

The one where she’s lost…
And so very alone…

In the middle of nowhere…
Running far from her home…

And the ones she loves…
Those she holds dear…

They cannot find her…
And they’ll never hear…

Her desperate shouts…
Echoing through the night…

No one can save her…
She is alone in this fight…

Against her dark demons…
Who cause her distress…

And haunt her nights…
Whilst clawing at her dress…

In the midst of blackness…
Rendering her sight blind…

As she runs in circles…
So desperate to find…

Some hope of escape…
A tiny chink of light…

That would finally bring…
An end to this fight…

But the words keep coming…
So softly spoken…

And the beast with wings…
Has now awoken…

She hides out of sight…
And silently screams…

But she’ll never be free…
Within this poisonous dream…

~

 

“Don’t stop it now, now is so right”…

I am really thrilled to introduce Richard as tonights guest poet – I have long admired Richard’s work and you can read more of his fantastic work here:  http://richardankers.com/

If you would like to grab a guest poet slot, please email your words to eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers

J

richard

Darkness,
It envelopes
In waves of YOU;
Pleasure,
Pain,
Sin,
It’s all the same:
Wanted.
The wine glass,
Claret bubbling,
Waits for your lips;
I wait with it,
As your tongue samples the air.
Who’ll make the first move,
I wonder?
Yet, it is YOU,
Always YOU,
And I know it.
And I wish it.
And I desire it.
The night draws in
A dark cloak,
And I lose your shadow
To the void.
Lose my own, too.
But your eyes,
Emerald green and shining
Flick open,
The wing glass lifts,
And I wait for your stiletto
To be moved from my throat.
As I always do,
And always will
For YOU.

“Trying to keep an eye on you”…

cam

~

Sat in the corner,
of a cheap hotel room…

Champagne in hand,
camera on zoom…

As the action unfolded,
in the dark of nightfall…

The twisted voyeur,
captured it all…

Watching her victim,
chained to the bed…

Blindfold and handcuffs,
arms and legs spread…

The vice girl has finished,
walked out the door…

After fucking him hard,
he was begging for more…

But she left with her money,
no questions were asked…

Unwittingly starring in,
this very visual act…

Caught through the lens,
of the sick voyeur’s tool…

And now it’s her turn,
she knows what to do…

With the camera recording,
she leans over him…

Kisses his sweet lips,
before plunging the knife in…

Straight into his heart,
without any hesitation…

Watching him die,
with a cruel fascination…

Smiling so sweetly,
as his life ebbs away…

So high on the feeling,
produced by killing her prey…

And bringing herself slowly,
to an orgasmic state of mind…

Before returning to her screen,
to replay and rewind…

~

“If you’re not prepared to fall”…

Please welcome back Mike as tonight’s guest poet! You can read more of his work here: https://mikeytbull.wordpress.com

If you want to grab a guest poet slot, email me your words to eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers
J

rose

Tainted Grace

Kiss my whiskey lips
My bleeding fingertips
A broken heart cannot forgive

Hold my head up high
In your arms let me lie
Won’t you cradle my desire

Don’t let that black gown taint our grace
The Vail, it hides a pretty face
Alone inside a memory

Voices whisper silently
The earth, opens itself to me
Won’t you set my spirit free

All I ever needed
Someone to cry for me
All we ever needed
Someone to cry.

 

“You don’t really want anymore from me”…

darks

~

It’s happened again…
The universe has spoken…

A single lightning strike…
Left her scarred and broken…

Unable to communicate…
Not able to recover…

She’s stranded on a beach…
Looking for some cover…

And trying to find a way…
To cleanse her sins…

Because as soon as it ends…
It always begins…

Like a vicious circle…
Going round and round…

Moving in the shadows…
Living deep underground…

Where her demons roam…
And the Devil plays…

Infecting her soul…
With never-ending days…

Shrouding her in darkness…
Blocking out the light…

It’s impossible to escape…
And impossible to fight…

But the time has come…
To run from the madness…

And leave far behind…
The pain and the sadness…

That she has craved…
Like some fatal addiction…

A built in need…
A mental affliction…

That kept her chasing…
Love’s impossible dream…

And now she craves…
Her final scene…

In a home movie made…
Within her own head…

And as the credits role…
Her blood will be shed…

~