I Am…

Please welcome Sammy as my latest Guest Poet

You can read more of Sammy’s work here: www.flyingonemptythoughts.wordpress.com

If you would like to feature as a Guest Poet, and have the chance of appearing in the upcoming book EYE WILL NOT CRY – “BE MY GUEST” – then email your words to eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers

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I Am

I am trying
I am hiding
I am a mess
relying
in the randomness
of this life.

Seeking finding
hunching my way to get out there
madness
coiling
in the pit.

Livewire sparks
doom and desire
rambling,  rushing
to fill a void
that exists.

Desire…

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The time…
The place…
The chosen location…

The hotel…
The bar…
The secret liaison…

*

The drinking…
The flirting…
The meeting of minds…

The room…
The blindfold…
The ties that bind…

*

The longing…
The wanting…
The lack of conversation…

The holding…
The kissing…
The electrified sensations…

*

The touching…
The stroking…
The whisper and the moans…

The trusting…
The giving…
The heightened sexual zone…

*

The licking…
The sucking…
The taste of Hell’s fire…

The lusting…
The fucking…
The room spins with desire…

*

The senses…
The sensual…
The utter giving in…

The Devil…
The Demons…
The climax full of sin…

*

The seconds…
The minutes…
The time just flashes by…

The daylight…
The morning…
The unspoken goodbyes…

*

The guilt…
The shame…
The moment of regret…

The memories…
The flashbacks…
The reluctance to forget…

*

The message…
The apology…
The dreaded parting words…

The acceptance…
The sadness…
The ending of the world…

*

The dreams…
The nightmares…
The always wanting more…

The danger…
The excitement…
The chance of an encore…

*

The time…
The place…
The secret liaison…

The wrong…
The right…
The recurring temptation…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Ring Of Fire” covered by Lera Lynn

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Distance…

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She loved from a distance…
Every piece of his soul…

She was dazzled by his charm…
Tried hard to remain in control…

And keep hold of her senses…
Whenever he would appear…

Under the guise of friendship…
That lasted year upon year…

And was always there for him…
Listened intently as he sighed…

Though her dreams at night…
Left her so fucking terrified…

As she never told him the truth…
How she really felt inside…

She never dared to open up…
She kept the feelings denied…

Did he ever really notice…
Did his eyes ever really see…

That her friendship was a mirror…
Deflecting such intensity…

As the fire that burned within her…
Consumed her day and night…

She fantasised about his face…
And she could never really fight…

When he called upon her…
And poured out all his woes…

Her shoulders bore his weight…
This was the role she chose…

As his heart was with another…
And hers was married away…

Such an impossible situation…
That went on day after day…

Until the fateful moment…
When the pretence collapsed…

A simple misplaced sentence…
Left her reeling and poleaxed…

Pushing her into the darkness…
Where silence now fills the void…

As she desperately tries to erase…
All her memories of that boy…

~
©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Distance” by Christina Perri

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Catharsis…

Please welcome Doug as my latest Guest Poet!

You can read more for Doug’s work here: unknownpoetry.wordrpress.com

If you would like to grab a Guest Poet slot and have the chance to feature in the upcoming book:
EYE WILL NOT CRY – “Be My Guest” – then send your words to eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers

igd
a grim night of cold resolution
cathartic drive south to the shoreline
grubbing change from pay phones
for parkway tolls;
i owned poverty, humility
mystic exodus of poets and madmen
and lizard reincarnate
boots sinking in dunes,
the rhythmic swish – hypnotizing
stealing bumble bee police plastic
just for the thrill of the bizarre
cars drive by with gazing eyes,
the night appropriately moonless
alive with bliss and madness
as numb fingers happily scrawl
the beach on a winter’s night
is a lonely man’s mind
the edge of timelessness
sitting on the jetties,
having chased a pair of lovers away
with my neurotic tears and
mad expression of despair
the green warning beacon bellowing
i had a copy of the poem
i wrote for her,
the one i sent to all i knew
and her father dropped
to the linoleum floor with revulsion
i took a match to the pages
and watched the fire climb,
still grasping as my hand burned
and the smoke of the burning pages
mixed with my tears
and the ocean mist
to glaze my face
in a liquid mask of death
i dropped it all
into the distempered surf,
to swallow and extinguish
in the salty spray
with each instant
the waves crashed harder as if
angered by my poetic pollution
the rising tide
chased me from the rocks
to the soft sand shore
where i was to discover
an abandoned chair
like and old man, sage,
king of emptiness and everything
i squatted till the waves
took the chair away –
a skeleton of rust drifting out

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Running…

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~

No matter where you are…
No matter what the situation…

Know he’ll never forget you…
Despite your condemnation…

Despite how you treated him…
How you filled him with a sadness…

At the way he was discarded…
In the midst of your angry madness…

That put him on the side line…
And took him out of the game…

He’ll never look at you differently…
You will always remain the same…

And though your decent into insanity…
Tried to drag him down too…

He still can’t shake his feelings…
Can’t shake the images of you…

As in the midst of the silence…
In his depressive solitude…

He remembered all the good times…
Even if they are now subdued…

And the pictures of your face…
Slowly whirled around his mind…

Knowing that for each cutting word…
There were moments you were kind…

And stood in cold isolation…
He had the chance to reflect…

On everything you said to him…
The words that left him wrecked…

And wishing he’d never met you…
Wondering where it all went wrong…

How you came to the conclusion…
That his lyrics didn’t fit your song…

That tainted all those memories…
Of the good times that you shared…

The brief but stolen moments…
Where he felt like you really cared…

Yet he never will forget you…
He’ll carry you deep down inside…

But the boy must now start running…
And those eyes must never cry…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Running Up That Hill” by Kate Bush, covered by Placebo

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Solitary…

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She was good company…
For a very short while…

With her devilish looks…
And her demonic smile…
 
She was the only one…
That he ever let in…

She was so dangerous…
And laced with pure sin…
 
She was so alluring…
With an undeniable spark…

Encouraging rendezvous…
And secrets in the dark…
 
But all good things…
Must one day end…

And when she left…
He began to descend…
 
Now he’s confined to solitary…
All his dreams destroyed…

Searching for something…
To fill the dark void…
 
Counting the bright stars…
High in the night sky…

Feeling so insignificant…
Always questioning why…
 
Looking for the answer…
Where no answer exists…

Between the Moon’s glow…
And the edge of the abyss…
 
Remembering the time…
She lit up his soul…

The moments of madness…
That they both stole…
 
But the heat of the moment…
Became the tears of regret…

Filled with a sadness…
That is hard to forget…
 
Leaving him rebuilding…
The walls she broke down…

Now he sits all alone…
Like a forgotten circus clown…

~

Breaking Ties…

Please welcome Jessie as my latest Guest Poet!

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Cheers

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One Last Too Much

Say your farewells, your good lucks, and goodbyes
A chime of glasses kissing, arms wrapped in tight embrace
One last public gesture in the race against inevitabilities.
Going through the expected motions, a strong facade
Of ‘I’m happy for you’ and “we’ll keep in touch”.

No we won’t.

You’ll be busy. I’ll be distant.
You’ll be moving on. I’ll be standing still.
Too much history to erase, but that doesn’t mean
The story must go on.
Maybe the curtain has fallen,
After the wooden hook took me away.
I never did quite fit in,
Where you cast me in your life’s play.

Say your good intentions, your practiced lines, and rehearsed promises.
A caricature of friendship and clean slates.
One last time in the scene we always act out.
A dance we have memorized, a tattered pretence
Of ‘acceptable closeness’ and “good friends”.

No we weren’t.

You’ll be my never. I’ll be your what if.
You’ll be settled. I’ll be restless.
Too much secrecy to reveal, but that doesn’t mean
I want to keep lying.
Maybe these are our end credits,
And the screen is fading to black.
I never did quite manage
To mask how I felt anyway.