Cowering
Here
Pride
On the floor
Crippling
Fear
You’ll be back
For more
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Cowering
Here
Pride
On the floor
Crippling
Fear
You’ll be back
For more
As he followed her
She panicked
Is this my time to die?
I wonder what I’ll have for tea
He thought
As he just strolled on by
(Inspired by a writing prompt offered by Michael at https://afterwards.blog)
There are some nights
That never stop
Even when you look
That silent clock
Just seems
To stay the same
Time appears
To have stopped
And although you lie
There and watch
You know that everything
Has changed
The day
Is getting closer
The hour
Is drawing near
Will I find a way
My truth to say
Or will I simply cower
In fear
Frozen with fear
In the dead of night
I shed a tear
And hold on tight
As I pray to you
To see me through
Hoping this time
You’ll hear my plight
Not only is my bed
Still a blessed sanctuary
But back then,
Believe you me,
It was entirely fucking necessary
Fear
I’m
going
back
to bed
It’s
not
worth
staying
awake
From
these
thoughts
in my
head
I need a
fucking
break
(Originally Posted 04.04.2020)
I thought I was prepared
For when my body I bared
Albeit I’d be a little jumpy
I just didn’t expect
When you kissed my neck
The road ahead would be so bumpy
If all I had to do
Was tolerate you
Then really
You should’ve just asked
It was when I thought
You wanted more
That I totally
Fucking cracked
So I’ve recorded some of my poems
And I don’t think they’re half bad
Who knew that in speaking
There’s so much fun to be had
But now I’m in a conundrum
As I need to make a choice
Do I stay safely anonymous
Or finally reveal my voice?
I walked past your house
Every day
But never knocked the door
—–
I watched as you passed
Every day
And always hoped for more
In case you don’t come back
He said
You did really well today
Thank you very much
She said
But I don’t believe a word you say
Fuck you death
She said
You really don’t scare me
That’s what you all say
He said
But through your lies I see
You should be here with us.
Reciting these stories,
Reminding us of the facts,
Pointing out the details,
Bringing these memories to life.
We didn't realise, back then,
We'd need to remember it all.
As one day you wouldn't be here,
To connect the dots...
(Originally Posted 13.03.2019)
Why not
let me
show you
some magic,
he said,
as they lay
on the
laminate floor.Your attempt
to woo me
is tragic,
she said,
but in
her heart
she wasn’t
so sure.(Originally Posted 19.06.2019)
If this is how life is going to be
Then I wish to play no part.
I have neither the strength nor the desire
To risk another broken heart.
(Originally Posted 19.05.2019)
Some people stay together
And hate every second of it
But as they’re bound by tradition
They put up with each others shit
They’re worn down day after day
But are far too scared to leave
For of a life full of happiness
They cannot possibly conceive
Try to imagine a life without timekeeping.
You probably can’t.
You know the month, the year, the day of the week.
There is a clock on your wall or the dashboard of your car.
You have a schedule, a calendar, a time for dinner or a movie.
Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored.
Birds are not late.
A dog does not check its watch.
Deer do not fret over passing birthdays.
Man alone measures time.
Man alone chimes the hour.
And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures.
A fear of time running out.
The Time Keeper – Mitch Albom
I know it’s there
In the shed
Waiting for when
I choose death instead
If it
is a
choice
Between
land or
sea
I can
tell you
right now
Which
one’s
for me
Friday the 13th
Unlucky for some
Not that I’m fussed
I’m already done
It’s
just
fear
That’s
all
it
is
That
when
push
comes
to
shove
It’ll
all
end
like
this
I’m
going
back
to bed
It’s
not
worth
staying
awake
From
these
thoughts
in my
head
I need a
fucking
break
Don’t
come
anywhere
near
me
I don’t
know
where
you’ve
been
There’s
no way
you are
touching
me
Until
your
hands
are
clean
Quod me nutrit me destruit
It is
just so
unbelievableThat things
have come
to thisWho or
what will
save us?As we
stare into
the abyss…
Never
have
you
gone
out
more
now
you’ve
been
told
to
stay
in
Leaving
it
to
fate
alone
to
test
the
theory
that
fools
never
win
Whilst
social
distancingAnd just
about
subsistingTo what
we are
witnessingThere is
no point
resisting
If only
I believed
you
Things
would be
so different
If only I
was who
you see
Life
could be
magnificent
When
change
is
thrust
upon you
It
really
makes
you
wonder
Can I
make
it to
pastures
new
Or
will I
just fail
and go
under?
I
suppose
for your
wickedness
to seeThey
would
all need
laser eye
surgery
I know
it’s
rotten
inside
Every
morning
I can
taste it
I’ll just
wait until
the nerve
has died
And then
then it
can be
extracted
It will
soon be
a year,
without
you here,
and I
don’t
know
what
to do.For I’m
still
nowhere
near,
facing
my fear,
or the
reality
of losing
you.Xxx
The
wolves
are on
their
hunt
againI can
hear
them
whine
and
howlThey
are
already
stalking
me I
knowAs
you’ve
told
them
where
to prowl
There
is so
much
we are
never
told
Tonight is
the first time
I’ve felt real fear
Being
home alone
without you here
What if someone
breaks in during
the night?
Will I survive
now you’re not
here to fight?
I can act like I’m happy,
I can act like I’m there.
I can act like I’m over it,
I can act like I care.
But it’s all to avoid having to admit,
That I’m just really fucking scared of life.
Without you.
As
sinister
shadows
loom,
I
see
my
tomb.Through
the
gloom,
my
dreams
resume.
They are always there,
Gnawing away at my brain.One day I will kill them,
And I shall smile again.
I sense you,
stalking me from behind.
I won’t let you win.
I see you,
prowling outside my window.
I won’t let you in.
I hear you,
scratching at my door.
I won’t let you win.
I feel you,
gnawing on my bones.
How did you get in?
There is something wrong with me.
I just know it.
I don't feel right.
I haven't for sometime now.
I don't know what it is.
I get headaches.
Crushing, pounding headaches.
Cannot finish cigarettes,
because of the headaches.
I'm always itching,
Skin crawling.
Can't stay in one position for too long,
as my bones ache.
Sickness burns in my stomach,
constantly queasy.
My sleep patterns are disturbed.
I have bruises on my arms and legs,
Lumps and bumps everywhere.
I feel dizzy all the time,
Stumbling when I walk.
I cannot concentrate my mind.
My own wheeze wakes me up.
There is something wrong with me.
I just know it.
I don't feel right.
I haven't for sometime now.
I don't know what it is.
But there's no way I can see a doctor.
I'm too scared for that.
They might just confirm I'm really ill,
after all...
Stop.
That’s close enough.
It's when I think about you the most.
In the wee small hours,
When I can't sleep.
Because of you.
It's your fault.
I say it often and it's true.
You have no right to make me feel the way you do.
Constant simultaneous conflicting emotions.
I know it's just sex between us.
But I feel more.
I know it's not the same for you.
You love another, after all.
I feel more of a connection.
Not just physically but mentally too.
I know when you are going to call or send a message.
It's no surprise: I sense it.
But I am scared.
I don't know the rules to your game.
I don't have the capacity to learn.
Perhaps I never will.
It's okay for you.
You have been here before.
But I know you will get sick of me, eventually.
And I won't know what else to do.
Xxx
Today, I choose not to jump.
Tomorrow, who knows.
I am already standing too close to the edge…
I wait for it to come, but it never comes.
The words of the song drown out my silence.
But still I feel alone.
The candle flickers wildly by my side.
I lay awake, my eyes stalking every shadow.
The walls bear down upon me gazing with their hostile stare.
I dig myself further and further into the bed.
What exactly is it that I'm scared of?
Why can't I let go?
Which train of thought is it that I dare not break?