Trouble…

p'WG4

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What does this mean…
Is this all just a game…

Your lips spell out one thing…
But your eyes not the same…

Leading to total confusion…
And a place of half-light…

Where whispering voices…
Conflict and they fight…

Where movement in shadows…
Catch the corner of the eye…

Disturbing and distracting…
Like every one of your lies…

Each like a tiny arrow…
Fired from high up above…

Quickly finding their target…
Destroying any chance of love…

Because the light in your eyes…
Is getting dimmer each day…

No matter how you protest…
No matter what you say…

And each passing moment…
Feels like an eternity…

Incarcerating all thoughts…
Destroying all the fantasies…

Leaving dreams stranded…
Left in no man’s land…

Out of sight, out of mind…
Shattered by your hand…

Why can’t you be honest…
And just cut all the ties…

Pass on the key to freedom…
Allow wings to finally fly…

But you don’t want to do that…
This is more about control…

The power that flows through you…
Feeds your embittered soul…

Leaving him trapped in your web…
His soul broken beyond belief…

As you sucked the life from him…
With all your fucking deceit…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “I knew you were trouble” covered by Tom Odell

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!

 

Mental…

g;jW

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Tell me you can you hear it…
That you can hear the noise…

Just beneath life’s surface…
Just loud enough to annoy…

It’s been there for hours…
It’s been there for days…

Now I come to think of it…
It has been there always…

For as long as I remember…
An eerie underlying sound…

Like a dim distant drummer…
Marching round and round…

And now it’s getting louder…
It beats in time with my heart…

I hear it though the daytime…
It haunts me in the dark…

And leaves me quietly longing…
For the vodkas anaesthetic…

That numbs and distracts…
Stopping me feeling pathetic…

As it flows through my body…
And envelopes my broken soul…

Damaged by the demons…
Who’ve assumed full control…

Bringing a sense of foreboding…
Like the predicted end is nigh…

By an army of destroyers…
Descending from upon high…

Please… tell me you can hear them…
And that I’m not fucking insane…

I cannot be the only one…
Do you hear it through the rain…

And hear it in the darkness…
Within recurring nightmare dreams…

Where “THEY” control the images…
Designed to make us scream…

Please tell me how to ease it…
And how to end all the sadness…

Because it’s stabbing at my head…
Injecting my mind with madness…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973
Inspired by song “Mental” by The EELS

Fiction…

Please welcome back Nathan as tonights Guest Poet

You can read more of Nathan’s work here:

https://randompoemswithnohome.wordpress.com/2016/04/06/the-sorrow-in-my-view/

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

Cheers

hrw[

Your affections are fiction

conjured from fragile frozen dust

fabricated along slender moments

where you align your sites against

a singular curve that forms

the foundation of a brewing

beige countryside of dashes.

Slender music defines a tone

inside the clear cabin of my car

and I find myself crumbling against

the lure of each deliberate, heavy note.

Every so often my heart is measured

in dense snapping steps where

the notion of weighted self-destruction

dons sultry, perennial beguilement.

Every now and then I contemplate

much more than I should…

Clarity…

fIHDG

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The deafening silence…
Those futile gestures…
 
They trample feelings…
While bitterness festers…
 
As it’s happened before…
Now it’s started again…
 
And the instant replay…
Brings instant pain…
 
Whilst descending clouds…
Of opposite thoughts…
 
Bring feelings of anger…
Pointing out all the faults…
 
But with tension mounting…
And each anxiety attack…
 
Those beautiful memories…
Now fade into black…
 
As the cigarette burns…
It’s spinning out of control…
 
With a broken spirit…
And a battered soul…
 
Leaving nothing behind…
All senses are numb…
 
It feels never ending…
But it’s only just begun…
 
And stood in isolation…
Trying to hide away…
 
The teardrop won’t fall…
But the heart’s in decay…
 
Always battling demons…
Blocking out those voices…
 
Forever finger pointing…
And criticising choices…
 
Yet the distant thunder…
Leads to clearer thinking…
 
The sudden realisation…
That our sun is slowly sinking…
 
With no time to look beyond…
No need to delve deeper…
 
Because in this very moment…
You know it’s time to leave her…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973
Inspired by song “Oh my love” by John Lennon

Soul Searching…

angel

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“Is this what you want?”…
She quietly said…

Then searched for a sign…
As her words entered his head…

Where he assessed the situation…
Within the darkened room…

Another sinful interaction…
Another nail in his tomb…

As he admired her beauty…
Her matching underwear…

And under lust’s influence…
He really shouldn’t have cared…

But the voices began talking…
Distracting from the moment…

And stood at a crossroads…
He really couldn’t comment…

He wasn’t sure what he wanted…
But she really was all his…

This stunning fucking Goddess…
Like a Queen Mermaid fish….

Surrounded by an aura…
Like no other he’d met…

From the minute he saw her…
All common sense began to melt…

And in that stolen moment…
His fantasies became real…

But it wasn’t like the movies…
There was more to this deal…

The heavy weight of guilt…
The magnitude of it all…

He was high above the clouds…
It would be a long, long fall…

And pausing for a breath…
He tried to soak it all in…

Burned the vision in his mind…
And then tried to begin…

But his words were futile…
The feeling overwhelmed him…

And in a moment of weakness…
Began a night of pure sin…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song :”Make it always be too late” by Del Amitri

Watching…

fiashg

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She’s alone on the stage…
Dancing for money…

A cheap black wig…
With eyes like honey…

Attracting his gaze…
Like pollen does a bee…

She’s sucking him in…
Reinforcing his fantasy…

Look but don’t touch…
Her body is sanctified…

As she twists and turns…
She leaves him mesmerised…

Dancing to the beat…
In a dimly lit room…

She loves the attention…
He longs for a bedroom…

Where he’d tie her down…
And fulfil all his dreams…

Taking masterful control…
Making her moan and scream…

Just like in the movies…
That he watches all alone…

Where anything can happen…
Right there in his own home…

Watching the kind of women…
Who would never say no…

Those fantasy fallen angels…
Who’ve discarded their halo…

And they beg to be taken…
Desperate to please their man…

So submissive and willing…
Under his strong command…

And as the dancing continues…
The beat gets much faster…

The lust inside him rises…
The beast becoming the master…

And with the seed now planted…
He slowly leaves the room…

Knows she’ll get what’s coming…
In the shadow of the blue moon…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song :”Every Breath You Take”

Sung by The Police