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Roman Atkin Poem
I welcome you to this magic kingdom
Drowned in endorphins and stale perfume
To hide the stench of sweat but not shame
You're free to leave but you won't be the same
So grab a drink, have one of my fags
The girls and boys in glamourous rags
Fight 'til the sunlight on sticky floors
Tomorrow morning they'll regret it, of course
Forget your morals, you won't need them now
It makes more sense to follow the crowd
That seems so happy and carefree
Intoxicated is the way to be
Am I the jester or the king?
This kingdom is my everything
Live long, all hail, up against the wall
The king is wearing nothing at all
If you're looking to lose yourself
Leave your soul and brain on the shelf
And find yourself washed up on the shores
Of the United Kingdom of Whores
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Roman Atkin Poem
Inspired by and based on L’Étranger by Albert Camus
I'm a stranger to you, even stranger to me
I'll pass you by like a memory
Of innocence and ignorant bliss.
I feel nothing every time we kiss
I feel nothing each day I'm alive
Nothing matters, we're all gonna die
When and how, I could not care less
I don't care for the life over which you obsess
It can be changed but should I bother?
This life is just like any other
So taciturn and disarrayed
Oh, didn't Mother die today?
Reflecting the sunshine on the blade of a knife
To turn away or to take his life?
I stopped to think as he hit the floor
His breathless body took four more
Now I'm being punished for refusing to lie
If my life is the price then I'll sacrifice
I am not like you, I refuse to pretend
And if truth equals crime then I will not amend
It can be changed but should I bother?
This life is just like any other
So taciturn and disarrayed
Oh, didn't Mother die today?
But I found myself in this nothingess
And learnt to embrace the indifference
The end is nearing but there is no pain
For some strange reason, I feel happy again
I'm a stranger to you, even stranger to me
My blind rage has washed me clean
Proud to say that in this life so absurd
I never belonged to your condemned herd
I could have changed it but I didn't bother
This death is just like any other
So taciturn and disarrayed
Oh, dear Mother, I'm alive again
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Roman Atkin Poem
Do you remember how we used to play?
The innocent laughter washed our cares away
Do you remember how we used to sing?
The same old song about the beauty of spring
Do you remember how we used to play?
Disregard for the future, we lived for today
There and then was the happiest place
The thoughts of an end were so hard to embrace
And now the sunshine has turned into winter
What do you see when you look out the window?
A wasteland where once our flowers bloomed
So cold and so barren, in a cloud of gloom
But how can you tell me to let the dream die?
A shot at forever is worth a try
How can you tell me to simply forget
Condemning myself to a life of regret
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Roman Atkin Poem
Loneliness is happiness to a broken mind..
Roman Atkin
08/09/11
Contest: Write it in one line, Please
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Roman Atkin Poem
Beauty queen of just nineteen
Your gorgeous smile lights my day
They say: "Give up, don't even bother"
But I just cannot keep away
Bewitching eyes, angelic contour
You cast your spell so graciously
Heart skips a beat just like it's ought to
When ever you are near me
Tell me, tell me you're the best I have seen
I can't help but imagine how it could have been
I still live in that kingdom built of thin air
Your presence around me is so hard to bear
All week long he longs to see her
To bask in her sunshine, to look in her eyes
All days long he misses her dearly
And paints her picture in the midnight skies
Tell me, tell me you're the best I have seen
I can't help but imagine how it could've been
I still live in that kingdom built of thin air
Your presence around me is too hard to bear
But things have changed, I have a new passion
And you haven't changed and you drift out of fashion
I waited too long and I've had enough
You pretend not to care but I see through your bluff
Tell me, tell me I'm the best you have seen
There's no need to imagine how it could have been
Didn't think it could happen, I'm sorry, it's true
But this heart no longer is beating for you
2010
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Roman Atkin Poem
Hazy days spent finding myself
I'm the thirteenth guest at a party for twelve
I'm a fighter for a long lost cause
And nothing is how it once was
Hazy days spent fighting myself
But how can one defeat himself?
Friendly fire at your every move
But I fought the war and got the scars to prove
And outside - such a beautiful day
But can I face the streets today?
Locked in a prison inside of my head
Could I really be better off dead?
Rainy days inside a broken mind
Happiness's so hard to find
Despair kills the last of the hope
Day after day it's harder to cope
Empty days in search for intent
Praying that one day this quest will end
Stood at the edge, all faith is gone
But it's always darkest before the dawn
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Roman Atkin Poem
Love breeds hate, we are her children,
lost and scared, blasé and meek.
We curse the ones who left us lonely
and blame the ones who made us weak.
Love will shove you to the ground,
on all your fours to crawl through dust.
You'll lift your head towards the sunrise
to catch some light but only just.
Love breeds fear, now watch me shiver:
too scared to open up the door,
in case in comes another stranger
to add more damage to the sore.
Love will leave you lying breathless,
your body scattered on the bed.
A hopeless pilgrim gone off radar,
still longing for the words she said.
Love will show you the error
of your pathetic little ways.
With every hand the stake gets higher
and in the end - the loser pays.
Love will never give you pity,
too many fallen, fools galore.
A lesson learnt, I should know better
but here I am, begging for more...
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*This is not based on a true story, I cannot stress that enough.*
The days are lonely
And the nights don't make sense
I went to look for The One
And I was feeling tense
Walking down the High Street
Popped in to the Cash Converters store
I'm sure I missed a heartbeat
As I saw her lying on the floor
Used, in good condition
Deflated breasts, a sombre gaze
Beggars cant be choosers
Inviting look got me amazed
She doesn't nag, she doesn't moan
No monthly scarlet tears
Second hand love, second hand love
Stays for years and years..
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Roman Atkin Poem
Have you heard the news today?
He told her of his love
Have you heard the demons say:
"She's right there in your hands"
Took a chance that never was
Ever mine to take
I would do most anything
If there's happiness at stake
But a bigger mistake has never been made
I'm losing my mind as sanity fades
Uncertainty kills more than rejection
And pain is the price for love and affection
Lonely days and sleepless nights
Drowned him in blue
But he didn't realise
That he meant nothing to you
Played your games for far too long
Now it's time for one of mine
But if you only ever knew
That I'm just killing time
But deep down I know I cant help myself
My sentiment's clear no matter how stealth
I'm not the same when you're in sight
This is a feeling that I cannot hide..
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Roman Atkin Poem
Today's the day of your birth
The day your presence graced the earth
The day your smile blessed the world
But don't you ever let that light go out.
I wish you to blossom day by day
And not a thing to block your way
I hope your every dream comes true
Eighteen is such a tender age
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