Pressure, pressure, pressure
Hurts, hurts, hurts
Under so much pressure
Pressure to do the right thing
Pressure to be something
Doing all this hard work
Just for my failures to lurk
Pressure, pressure, pressure
Crack, crack, crack
Under so much pressure
Even after all that pressure
You don't get anything better
Still the same results
Still the same faults
Pressure, pressure, pressure
grifters and grafters,
hang like bats in the rafters,
feasting on the moths—
they charm while skimming their schemes,
build loophole ladders of graft
Where Shadows Lurk
In the depth of night I wander,
Through the corridors of fear,
Where shadows lurk and ponder,
On the mysteries of the yesteryear.
From the shattered, broken windows,
Gleams a beam of spectral light,
Like a blade, sharp and pointed,
Piercing the heart of the silent night.
On the walls, I see the remnants,
Of the art, ancient and rare,
Where the light reveals the countenance,
Of those who are no longer there.
They gaze, they grin,
With a look of disdain and sorrow,
They mock, they beguile,
With a voice from the hollow.
They speak of a grief,
That no mortal can bear,
They whisper of a future,
Devoid of any hope or care.
They narrate to me a tale,
Beyond all logic and verse,
They reveal to me a splendor,
That no eye can traverse in this universe.
They entice me with their falsehoods,
To the rooms where darkness resides,
Where the light is a fading spark,
And the shadows are my guides.
There’s the stories
I don’t need to know
Of terrible things
In grand awful shows
These stories that lurk
On the edges of time
Wanting to surface
And continue their line
So here I am stuck
With the palatable things
That don’t hurt to remember
And I want to sing.
© Paul Warren Poetry
My life; my destiny
With life one fulfills rebirth
Rife money; more agony...
Waiting yet couldn't unearth
(By GreatFaith)
My human heart fails me.
My soul is burdened with crisis.
And strong is it’s depravity,
Vengeance is longed with savagery.
They say it’s worse than this,
My human heart fails me.
The sorrow and pain exceeds thee,
And hopefulness isn't hard to miss.
And strong is it’s depravity!
Fear holds me in captivity!
My heart wants their blood to fall from a tree!
My human heart fails me.
How could I think so carelessly?
My heart says lies are bliss,
And strong is it’s depravity.
Doesn’t it know, truth is morality?
It’s feelings are valid, it insists.
My human heart fails me,
And strong is it’s depravity.
Minds stratified in complexity
The layers different in all living
The psyche forms unique entity
On alien parasites it won’t cling.
In deep layers many secrets hide
Search of sub-conscious can’t find
Probing calls from world outside
Echo, can’t enter the closed mind.
A lone prisoner of own making
A cocoon in introvert isolation
I see all the ugly faces receding
Me stuck in web of self-adulation.
My clouded mind turns Nemesis
Makes a mirror of mirage for me
I look into it reaching the oasis
It is only me that I always see.
In self-adoration, a mad perception
I see a Narcissus in me lonely lurk
A secret morphing into obsession
Lies buried, insulated in the dark.
Written : December 4, 2017
Contest : Strand Select J, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Words Lurk
Believe not,
That you cannot.
Believe a word
Lurks round each corner of your lighted soul.
That a poet lives
Within your heart, apart from any cold distraction.
And with loving action,
share your being, leaving your print upon the world.
blurry vision
and impaired judgement
we are in your car
the music is blasting
some rap song
lyrics of drugs and money and large asses
you're bobbing your head to the booming bass
and you wink at me
slyly
through red, glazed eyes
joint in hand
you take a puff and pass it to me
i inhale and gaze out the foggy window
it's nighttime in the bronx
blackness surrounding with specks of illumination from gas stations and apartment buildings and delis
your hand grabs ahold of my thigh
and your whisper hits my ear
breath stained with alcohol
"you're my favorite you know, don't tell the other girls"
and i close my eyes as your hand rises up
and up
i don't know what i'm feeling
or if i like it here
i don't know if i should like it here
i take another puff
fire hitting the back off my throat
his hand slides down my pants
i think I might like it
right
here
blurry vision
and impaired judgement
we are in your car
the music is blastingblurry vision
and impaired judgement
we are in your car
the music is blasting
some rap song
lyrics of drugs and money and large asses
you're bobbing your head to the booming bass
and you wink at me
slyly
through red, glazed eyes
joint in hand
you take a puff and pass it to me
i inhale and gaze out the foggy window
it's nighttime in the bronx
blackness surrounding with specks of illumination from gas stations and apartment buildings and delis
your hand grabs ahold of my thigh
and your whisper hits my ear
breath stained with alcohol
"you're my favorite you know, don't tell the other girls"
and i close my eyes as your hand rises up
and up
i don't know what i'm feeling
or if i like it here
i don't know if i should like it here
i take another puff
fire hitting the back off my throat
his hand slides down my pants
i think I might like it
right
here
here
Monsters lurk within the depths of my soul,
while fueling my primitive urges.
And lacking substance, they are but shadows,
thus invisible; and invincible.
They dwell somewhere between sane and insane,
on the far fringes of reality.
And breaching my defenses, they break free,
causing turmoil and havoc in my life.
Fear's their accomplice: an effective shield,
ensuring their movements are well concealed.
And pushing where there's the least resistance,
they distort who I am and how I feel.
They work to taint my soul with hate and greed:
gnawing away at the concept of fair.
And connive, to twist the truth out of shape,
till whatever feels good: starts to feel right.
But when I detect them, they flee inside,
where they are temporarily restrained.
Since I can not free my inner demons,
I must insist that they stay locked away.
memories lurk beneath the pale,
behind the brow of sorrow,
too many hurts, the thoughts impale,
of lives in tempest and death grow stale,
lest, remembered, some tomorrow....
well known beyond the veil,
which no one else can borrow,
some try to no avail,
tomorrow yet tomorrow.....
At 4 years i told my mum i drowned at sea, and the sharks were there???
Don
re: "Hollow Bones" Debbie Duncan
When you fail to entertain ask someone for voluntary work.
to learn about boring, to apply a healthy jerk,
Don't hurt anybody, build climax, wisely and warmly,
Patience can promote you when you have an initiative lurk,
Believe me, you shall seek an appointment for ceremonial Kirk.
Demons lurk
Flying high into the air
Spreading their wings
They follow demonic code
To frighten all who walk alone
They try to posses
The lost and unwary
Taking them alive
They create evil
Within the stray pumpkins
That just lay about
Making them frightening
Forming dark Jack-O-Lanterns
Demons will ruin
Through the eyes of a pumpkin
Any person’s evening
Russell Sivey
In dankest corners danger lurks,
unseen to human eye
hide creatures from the realms of hell
where none can ever die.
For demons of the lowest plain
cannot a body wear
for they’re destined to feed the pit
with those lost to despair.
These demons lurking all around
seek food for torment’s fire,
there’s no escaping if they smell
a soul they can acquire.
They drain the essence of your life
if you approach their lair,
the only warning you may get
is prickling of your hair.
By then I fear it is too late
incarcerating souls
they drag them screaming through the gates
that lead to Satan’s holes.
So tread in fear when pathways feel
uneasy, not quite right,
for all is lost when being stalked
by shadows of the night.
Ivor G Davies
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