I've spent my whole damn life isolated on my own,
born to walk alone, it's the only way I've known.
It's like you couldn't do it because it would be to scary,
but I've always done it, toughened up no fairy.
So if people want to think that I have lost the plot,
then I'll play up to it while they smoke the pot,
let it not be forgot that out of the whole lot,
only I stopped the weed and booze, clear head I've got.
But not knowing where I stand is a certain uncertainty,
and now it overcomes as I act unnervingly,
the unknown causes anxiety, I lose composure,
not with everyone just those I was closer.
If it's the madman when I was on the Ritalin that stays in your mind,
whom I wouldn't want to know either, he'd lost his mind,
and it's embarrassing for me to know I lived that story,
then I need to find new people and live the life before me.
Categories:
unnervingly, sad,
Form: Rhyme
Bethany swum for Ireland in London’s Paras,
Her teacher dad used to be a church minister,
She enjoys the Christian Fellowship Church,
And raises her hands to praise god after races.
She has an intellectual disability, memory loss,
And comes from Seaforde in County Down, NI.
After London 2012 when she swam for Ireland,
She switched to representing team Great Britain.
2013, and the Worlds, French Montreal, Canada,
And Bethany sealed three terrific silver medals:
One for the 100m breaststroke, one for the back,
And another for the 200m free, the S14 category.
But then quite unnervingly she fractured her wrist,
Which questioned her readiness for Rio’s games,
In 2015, when she was training hard everyday,
For the Brazilian Paralympics much anticipated.
But on the approach to Rio at Funchal, Portugal,
She won silver in the breast, silver in the medley,
Which saw Bethany with speed qualify for Rio,
Where she scored straight across all the boards.
At Rio gold for the back, gold for the freestyle,
And a gold for the 200m medley, then a silver,
For her favourite stroke, for the breaststroke,
In the 100m breaststroke: she’s a big success.
Categories:
unnervingly, sports, strength,
Form: Blank verse
You crawl beneath my timid heart
Deploying feeble desires
I speak with vivacious eloquence
But, I have not changed my reasoning
Or, lack there of
I dive, head-strongly, into the same folly
Dreaming dreams I've halfheartedly dreamed before
With vehemence as my blind witness:
I stab at the sands, to search for sentiment
[The sentiment I had unnervingly hurled into the sea]
There is nothing to gain from this redundant Intention
Crestfallen, it follows me, with all of my lost chances
And, I have Run...out of places to peddle my Love
Or, lack there of...
Categories:
unnervingly, allegory, desire, dream, imagery,
Form: Free verse
FAKE
mirrored alien
reflecting panics
plastic grin
repeating names
unnervingly with
with tainted fears
forging terror
ambiguity takes shape
scrambling shadows
hidebehind views
momentarily
then take plunge as
watered body
wavers
navigation sets sail
into freedoms vast
expanse
starting over
masking past
toward stars
that make us
real
fake envoys that travellers make
fleeting genuflections
a reuptake of life’s
new lessons
© Kim van Breda—7 September 2015
Categories:
unnervingly, fear,
Form: Free verse
Twas darkness upon the quietly residing heath...
And deathly was the sullen red sandstone tower...
Standing gloomily inside the masons dry-stone walls
Amidst toppling granite slabs and the faded, wilting flower.
Solemn was the chime of the hollow, mournful bell
When tolling out on midnights grimly sombre hour;
And thinly the swirling, unearthly mist
Did so wend abouts her silent, melancholic bower.
Where from a fronded yew of venerable years,
Besides ancient trunks of ivy-entwined gnarly oak,
A chilling screech from a sudden ghostly apparition...
Summoning upon waking resident souls - did thus invoke!
For pale his form in soft white downy flight...
But none paler than that of me...
As across from the stream, held by an unblinking stare -
My shaky fears are transfixed so unnervingly!
Oh wise old feathered sage of long owl-lived age,
Unctuous incumbent of learned perch within black night,
Allow this the moment to calm my pounding heart...
And catch upon my fleeing thoughts - after such a wicked fright!!
Categories:
unnervingly, environment,
Form: Rhyme