Another dreary journey down deaths highway
The daily life of cursed work
Outside Glasgows fair kiss
The free tv shows views as cars driven by the undead squeeze past
The grubby bus window that no one seems to use
All heads in prayer to the constructed deity
Creators of a binary god
My eyes survey a barren space of kermit green
and mud filled divots
And as if positioned by a godlike hand
A family of dearest deer
unspoiled and prohuman glisten from sunlights kiss
A miracle not that a wonderful moment in
a day of unlived life
But as we pass another moment holds hand with the moment before
A boy surgically attatched to his phone and headphones
Catches sight of deer a frolic
And unopposed and unreserved a smile lit his face
And the bones that slowly kill me
loosen for a breath
And a scottish poet finds inpiration and a warmth inside his chest
Categories:
attatched, poetry,
Form: Free verse
When I was 16,
I swallowed a needle attatched to a thread.
And I stitched your name
to the bottom of my heart to remember
for when you come back.
Because
You'll come back.
You'll come back with an ardent obsession.
Categories:
attatched, longing, love,
Form: Free verse
A friend is not necessarily attatched to a soul
Because a friend's heart is as black as coal
Friends are close enemies he said
I never knew it would be the reason he is dead
His best friend betrayed him many times
He wouldn't know because of her crimes
The day he was pronounced, everyone cried
Mom, Kurt Donald Cobain died.
The world was shaken as much as told
The weather became a bit more cold
I only ask what happened to your brain?
Whoever killed Kurt Cobain.
Working was a debt
Everything dry was wet
The Heart Shaped Box was closed
And a murderer somewhere posed.
They lost a brother
They wouldn't gain another
Another depressing story
Another lost in glory
Lyrics mean nothing without chords
but hate is all I had towards
I will never be sane,
Whoever killed Kurt Cobain.
His child was left with nothing but a note
His wife was left with nothing but his quotes
But somewhere along she must have known
Because right after, her brains flight had flown
Death is not to blame
Unless his is the life you claimed
I swear it will never be the same,
Whoever killed Kurt Donald Cobain.
Categories:
attatched, art, best friend, miss
Form: Rhyme
WHILE MY EYES ARE SHUT,MY HEART IS UNBOUND,PURE KNOWLEDGE IS DEVELOPING,AS I WALK TO THE SHORES OF GHOSTLY REGRETS I FIND MY FAITH IS QUESTIONING THE SONG OF ANOTHER SPIRIT.
AS I SIT HERE AND KNEEL IN FALSE CHARM, THE NIGHT ONCE AGAIN REMEMBERS HER STORY......
WHEN I WAS A CHILD I HELD ON TO A STRING, IT WAS AS LONG AS AN ANGELS WINGS,ATTATCHED TO THAT WAS A LITTLE GIRL WHOSE DREAMS WERE SPLINTERED AND BROKEN,
SHE GREW UP ON DEBRIS OF SHATTERED LOVE AND DELICATE DEATHS,MANY SILENT NIGHTS SHE EMBRACED AN UNSEEN UNIVERSE,THAT RETURNED EACH SPRING WITH BLOOMING PAIN AND SUFFERING.
HER ACTIONS UNTIED MANY SECRETS AND SHE KNEW SOON SHE WAS NOT TO BE.
HER INNOCENT TEARS WERE NO MORE SACRED,
FREQUENT DISCOMFORTS WERE ABSORBED,WHY WAS ASSUALT A SUBSTITUTE FOR A MOTHERS AFFECTION ?
TIRED AND NUMB SHE ANSWERED FOR THE HATRED FOR ALL INDIVIDUALS,PRAYERS CANT SAVE WHEN TORTURE IS A CONVIENIENCE,
THESE MEMORIES ARE THE PRISON OF A BROKEN CHILD.
Categories:
attatched, abuse, betrayal, dark, fear,
Form: I do not know?
i dont hate you, i dont dislike you,
i love you, but lately all we do is fight,
i wish we would have never started high school, all it causes is strife,
its pushed us apart, were no longer attatched at the heart,
im getting so tired of praying for a miracle, so when i decide to speak my part,
i just know my friends they will act like they got shot, there troubeled souls need help to depart, there hearts full of backstabbing sin, that place were i used to be, they ripped it out in there callow sense of shallowness,
Categories:
attatched, childhood, growing up, hope,
Form: Free verse
You take my high, and you turn it around
You see my smile, and smash it to the ground
My happiness is turned upside down
In your despair I wallow and drown
You could turn vivid colour a murky brown!
What goes through your head? I don't know!
You can arouse in me so much sorrow
I hope you feel better tomorrow
When a bit of sunshine you may borrow
And my brow may you not furrow!
You seem caught between the devil and yourself
Always looking for a friend with wealth
The messages you send me are clearly spelt
Like a collage of cotton pieces attatched to felt
Amid those sinless stones you cast and pelt!
Too often I feel hard done by, from you
Trying to milk tears from my eyes so blue
Or leave me feeling like a piece of poo
Cos your bored with little else to do
It wouldn't hurt so much, If I didn't really love you!!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
Categories:
attatched, confusion, depression, girlfriend-boyfriend, sad,
Form: Free verse
He was a qualified redeemer
to pay the ransom price.
The price of redemption has always been
the shed blood of an innocent sacrifice.
The redemption that He made available
is a Love Gift with no strings attatched.
Take the pardon He graciously offers.
That's all that Jesus has asked.
There are no hidden gimmicks,
and there is no fine print.
They're ours, these things He offers
if we put our trust in Him.
Without Him there is no salvation.
The debt for our sin is unpaid,
But God will forgive and accept everyone
Who beleive in His Sons Mighty name.
Categories:
attatched, faith,
Form: Rhyme
Please don't come home
I'm afraid I'll regress from these heights
I have grown, no longer afraid of the night
It took the best years of my life to be free
I can't comprehend why you permeate me
Our secrets, our places, our songs were the threads
They bound us as one in my heartbroken head
And as you tried to run, they strained and they severed
You left me behind, you left me here tethered
Attatched by the threads to the void left behind
I can't stop the songs going round in my mind
Still visit the nooks where the whole world seemed ours
Where we would just be, say nothing for hours
I stayed in the dark with a blanket of faith
That you'd return to beg it wasn't too late
Hand covered whispers you flourished new threads
Kidnaps my last breath and the bones from my legs
The ground's seeping cold, it's eating my soul
With the last of my strength I crawl up out the hole
Behold from my fingers are tiny new threadlings
The colour of dreams and brand new beginnings
Jodie Williams
For Paula's THREAD contest
03 Feb 2012
Categories:
attatched, lost love, me,
Form: Rhyme
as walls close in
i gasp for air, for my soul to stay attatched
waiting for someone to come back
someone to set me free
from these walls tightening my body
as walls close in
my bones crush into a million pieces
scream and scream but no one's listening
i'm distracted from this pain by visions
people, things, places i've lived in
as walls close in
i become numb as sleep
my heart feels weak as dreams
bursting inside me
internal bleed
no feelings no breathing no more me
as walls close in
the end is near
my spirit flows out my body
straight to the clouds
our father our heavenly
save me from this killing
bleeding of my heart
breakage of my soul
as walls close in
squishing me whole
Categories:
attatched, mysteryme, me,
Form: Dramatic Verse
You'll never fully know,
the pain I must endure.
You say you don't care,
but in your heart,
I know you do.
You act like I'm not even there,
but in reality, i'm standing right next to you.
You laugh and tell jokes
that are only funny to you.
I hope that one day you'll realize
that your killing me inside.
Seeing you with her breaks my heart,
even worse then when we're apart.
Why do you keep leading me on?
It just isn't right.
I try to forget you day after day.
Untill you show up at school,
with her on your arm.
I wish we had never been together.
I wish i had never got attatched.
I knew you would drop me..
I just knew you would..
I feel so lost and hopeless..
I need someone new to fill the emptieness..
Categories:
attatched, loveday, me,
Form: I do not know?
We talked, we shared explicit details of our lives,
and he drawn to the fullness of my body--hips like the Great Mother,
and breast round and supple.
He through the glance of his eyes,
attatched his yearning for arousal,
through unseen instinct.
An asessement of sorts, like questions,
of my identity, to harbor love and desire,
and i discreetly wander my eyes to chest.
I ready myself in position, straddle on top,
mount, and feel the moist wetting of desire--
a ponographic mind--for he I do not love.
In the space between conversation, and
desire, an invisible cord bonds two bodies--a yoke
to capture, and to be captive, isn't that the meaning behind physicality,
without the walk down the aisle, without unionized band,
no resounding bells, temples fall to the trembling of Lust,
rather than an image construct of harmonIous weddedness--
a dutiful husband, and a dutiful wife.
Eyes a secret dialogue--scanning private parts, sublty--
an immersion into the language of flesh, and bones.
Categories:
attatched, devotion, imagination, introspection, love,
Form: I do not know?
I have to get out of here, i'm not going to go through anymore of this
I'm not going to put myself in pain i can't handle, i'm sick of it
I'm tired of these games with the mini prizes you give away
I'm walking off, away from you, but you need me to stay?
And so what if i do, what't in it for me?
I can't take this torture, you don't even feel anything for me
It sets me off with certain words you tell me, and we're not a couple
If i try to hate you period, the love i hold for you just doubles
And walking off is the best thing i need to do so i can cope a little
I'm too attatched to you enough, too caught up in the middle
Im losing myself in you so much i should just lose this game
But if i start to walk off, are you going to shout out my name?
Categories:
attatched, confusion, me,
Form: Lyric
how can you make me feel like this?
this feelings so unreal
i want to make it go away
but then i want it to stay
i told that i loved you
and you said the same thing too
at first i was scared
afraid to get attatched
and even though we've broken up
you still have that place in my heart
i told you i still wanted to be friends
and i hope that wasnt the end
everybody tells me to just let it go
and all i want you to know
is that just because we've broken up
doesnt mean i dont care
if you ever need to talk
just give me a call
cuz you know i'll always be there
because i do still care
Categories:
attatched, friendship, lost love, love,
Form: I do not know?