I read your waves
feel safe in the knowing
I am not alone
you are not alone
we ride these waves
because...
....
because we have to...
we are...who we are
scathed and all...
She whispered to the whispers
Forgave the devils in the night
Hands clutching translated through her
to easiness
She stayed still
Easy, her room flickered with the chimes
Hanging over her door
Hand in hand we walked the canals
Running ahead she divided the fields
Her child knew of god, knew of death, knew of life, knew love
I once told her how the world always looked different
How together with her, horizons stretched, colours flared
She told me her world was soft, like this all the time
She prayed alone
She knew God
She lived in God every day
Her arrival a blessing
The parting no curse
Parting tore me back to childhood
Only wanting our love to continue
Desperately trying to claw back the times
The words that flowed so easily from my tongue dried up
But she never looked back
She married
She bore more children
She always wanted all the children
I hope I see her again
The last time she spoke to me kindly
The next time I don't know what I will say
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And when I finally got my life back
I took charge of its decline
Believe me I tried to fight them at the time
Tried to stop them putting it down my throat
I guarantee you they have means
To break your will, break your body, break you down
There really is no escape
But how come I'm the only one of them that knows
Knows what this did to me, to my self
The struggle
The daily struggle
And now they've got one
That almost seems my friend
I guess it must have slipped right through the net
This rage at my annihilation
By chemical, by force
Still burns on
One day I'll break something good
And then they'll know.
And when I finally got my life back
I took charge of its decline
Believe me I tried to fight them at the time
Tried to stop them putting it down my throat
I guarantee you they have means
To break your will, break your body, break you down
There really is no escape
But how come I'm the only one of them that knows
Knows what this did to me, to my self
The struggle
The daily struggle
And now they've got one
That almost seems my friend
I guess it must have slipped right through the net
This rage at my annihilation
By chemical, by force
Still burns on
One day I'll break something good
And then they'll know.
it hurts to read this...
breaking something good feels real good
There are some things I have lived through that if I was really able to find the words for, it would be too upsetting to both write and read. So I skate round it, and often take comfort in everyday language. I find if I can describe something horrible quite blankly, then it is usually a sign that it no longer haunts me so. Some of the situations though are so horrible that even referring to them can be painful. Tips of icebergs, tips of icebergs - there are a lot of them round these parts!
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There are some things I have lived through that if I was really able to find the words for, it would be too upsetting to both write and read. So I skate round it, and often take comfort in everyday language. I find if I can describe something horrible quite blankly, then it is usually a sign that it no longer haunts me so. Some of the situations though are so horrible that even referring to them can be painful. Tips of icebergs, tips of icebergs - there are a lot of them round these parts!
we're then left with our thoughts... and I'm finding it's not easy to kill thoughts tremors... at times drink or drugs help... as of late however I'm finding that that's been making it worse... i don't know what to do...i know there's prayer... still.. gettin fucked used to be easier
And when I finally got my life back
I took charge of its decline
Believe me I tried to fight them at the time
Tried to stop them putting it down my throat
I guarantee you they have means
To break your will, break your body, break you down
There really is no escape
But how come I'm the only one of them that knows
Knows what this did to me, to my self
The struggle
The daily struggle
And now they've got one
That almost seems my friend
I guess it must have slipped right through the net
This rage at my annihilation
By chemical, by force
Still burns on
One day I'll break something good
And then they'll know.
it hurts to read this...
breaking something good feels real good
love that poem
some of your work tremors, makes me feel as though you've been inside my head ... rummaged through my brain and sifted out my thoughts
I watched the Hulk last night
And it upset me
How I hurt the people around me
How I scare the people around me
They look at me
And see the monster
Even years later
Through the furrowed brow
They look inside and see the monster
I look back and see the monster
Who on earth can love the monster?
At school we are looking at poems by Carol Ann Duffy and Simon Armitage.
This one reminds me of some of their work, Love it
I really like this poem, the style of it. Hope to see more like this from you, it's great
You met someone who gets up
When you put them to the ground
You met someone who knew
How to rise above the screech, smart and sting
So you stung him again
And again
And again
You met someone
On another plane
You know so little
You don't know what you're doing
You met someone better trained than you
You're used to squashing violence
But found it harder to squash peace
You didn't like it when your wristbands
Only brought you greater danger
You believe in brute force
You'll never understand where I've been
I wasn't going to let you take me
I can dig a lot deeper than you
In the end you did what you know best
You increased brutality
Took it over the top
You increased numbers
You couldn't afford to lose
You had to break me
With all that you had
You were frightened
By things you didn't understand
Not everything lies in the text books
They teach in this land
You got your victory
You must have thought you all did a good job
So how come when I saw you last week
It was you that flinched?
Insult to Injury
So you talk
You whisper
You spread your preconception
On the telegraph
You gossip
You break the law
Me a crazy
Not to be touched
By society
You cause me problems
But by the force of what you did to me
The force of my melted insides
I will prevail
And you will fail
My revenge comes in stages
Your sickness
You spend in one go
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Volatile material
Resevoir bubbling with a flashpoint
Material stuffed down
Triggered.
By a word, a song, a symbol
Meaning, coincidence, conflagration
Lines up and flash
Detonates
I would say inside my skull
That would be wrong
Body quivering like a taught crossbow string
and unleashed
Driven
By meaning fuelled by fear
Swallowing signals whole
21st Century stimulus
Rolling up and accumulating into the ball
Of manic energy
Danger
To myself
To others?
Give me open fields
and I'll run myself down to safety
Dig a fresh hole under the unseen hedgrow
Burrow down moist earth ten feet and hide
Miles from nowhere
Drenched and panting
To return to myself?
Outrun my terror
Scream to standstill
Instead spinning
Get in my way
Urban sprawl
Catastrophe
Incarceration
Violence
Nobody but you can talk me down
Friends scattered like tenpins
Strangers terrified glances
Whizz past like rain sliding across the speeding windshield
Police
Full stop
Lock me up
Chain me up
Rabid monster
What a waste
Of all that energy
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I have tried to read this thread right through so many times and have to say that so many of the words, lines, verses here are so powerful and hold so much meaning for me that I keep getting stopped in my tracks to take them in.........but for as long as you keep writing them I will keep reading!
Pepper- I am faith without religion, without bruised knees and pleas for forgiveness...
You met someone who gets up
When you put them to the ground
You met someone who knew
How to rise above the screech, smart and sting
So you stung him again
And again
And again
You met someone
On another plane
You know so little
You don't know what you're doing
You met someone better trained than you
You're used to squashing violence
But found it harder to squash peace
You didn't like it when your wristbands
Only brought you greater danger
You believe in brute force
You'll never understand where I've been
I wasn't going to let you take me
I can dig a lot deeper than you
In the end you did what you know best
You increased brutality
Took it over the top
You increased numbers
You couldn't afford to lose
You had to break me
With all that you had
You were frightened
By things you didn't understand
Not everything lies in the text books
They teach in this land
You got your victory
You must have thought you all did a good job
So how come when I saw you last week
It was you that flinched?
Insult to Injury
So you talk
You whisper
You spread your preconception
On the telegraph
You gossip
You break the law
Me a crazy
Not to be touched
By society
You cause me problems
But by the force of what you did to me
The force of my melted insides
I will prevail
And you will fail
My revenge comes in stages
Your sickness
You spend in one go
those two compliment each other so well, i love it.
very very powerful and intense.
favourite lines are:
My revenge comes in stages
Your sickness
You spend in one go
So how come when I saw you last week
It was you that flinched?
very powerful last lines
are these inspired by true events tremors?
seem so vivid, the anger seems raw
You met someone who gets up
When you put them to the ground
You met someone who knew
How to rise above the screech, smart and sting
So you stung him again
And again
And again
You met someone
On another plane
You know so little
You don't know what you're doing
You met someone better trained than you
You're used to squashing violence
But found it harder to squash peace
You didn't like it when your wristbands
Only brought you greater danger
You believe in brute force
You'll never understand where I've been
I wasn't going to let you take me
I can dig a lot deeper than you
In the end you did what you know best
You increased brutality
Took it over the top
You increased numbers
You couldn't afford to lose
You had to break me
With all that you had
You were frightened
By things you didn't understand
Not everything lies in the text books
They teach in this land
You got your victory
You must have thought you all did a good job
So how come when I saw you last week
It was you that flinched?
Insult to Injury
So you talk
You whisper
You spread your preconception
On the telegraph
You gossip
You break the law
Me a crazy
Not to be touched
By society
You cause me problems
But by the force of what you did to me
The force of my melted insides
I will prevail
And you will fail
My revenge comes in stages
Your sickness
You spend in one go
those two compliment each other so well, i love it.
very very powerful and intense.
favourite lines are:
My revenge comes in stages
Your sickness
You spend in one go
So how come when I saw you last week
It was you that flinched?
very powerful last lines
are these inspired by true events tremors?
seem so vivid, the anger seems raw
They are both my current perspective on past and now recent events, aimed at the same subject - the British police force
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I have tried to read this thread right through so many times and have to say that so many of the words, lines, verses here are so powerful and hold so much meaning for me that I keep getting stopped in my tracks to take them in.........but for as long as you keep writing them I will keep reading!
Thanks very much pepper - if thanks is the right word. Thanks for reading and appreciating. With this kind of 'collection' I feel I have been writing from a different place from previously, and stuff comes out differently, and I don't enjoy reading them back myself so much as other things I have done here in the past. A lot of the material here though has arisen out of other collections I have written here in the past year - where I have thought the writing as stand alone kind of things is probably 'nicer' - these are a bit more raw to me. I don't think I would have wanted to write from these kind of places, nor been able to though, had I not written the earlier stuff - so is a strange one!
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"You can have your keys back"
Start next week
Have your old life back
Get in your car and find some open road
Your Fixer single is sitting right there where you left it.....
Get in and drive
Say goodbye to that year
And don't look back
Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
Send my credentials to the house of detention
Comments
feel safe in the knowing
I am not alone
you are not alone
we ride these waves
because...
....
because we have to...
we are...who we are
scathed and all...
Send my credentials to the house of detention
Forgave the devils in the night
Hands clutching translated through her
to easiness
She stayed still
Easy, her room flickered with the chimes
Hanging over her door
Hand in hand we walked the canals
Running ahead she divided the fields
Her child knew of god, knew of death, knew of life, knew love
I once told her how the world always looked different
How together with her, horizons stretched, colours flared
She told me her world was soft, like this all the time
She prayed alone
She knew God
She lived in God every day
Her arrival a blessing
The parting no curse
Parting tore me back to childhood
Only wanting our love to continue
Desperately trying to claw back the times
The words that flowed so easily from my tongue dried up
But she never looked back
She married
She bore more children
She always wanted all the children
I hope I see her again
The last time she spoke to me kindly
The next time I don't know what I will say
Send my credentials to the house of detention
it hurts to read this...
breaking something good feels real good
There are some things I have lived through that if I was really able to find the words for, it would be too upsetting to both write and read. So I skate round it, and often take comfort in everyday language. I find if I can describe something horrible quite blankly, then it is usually a sign that it no longer haunts me so. Some of the situations though are so horrible that even referring to them can be painful. Tips of icebergs, tips of icebergs - there are a lot of them round these parts!
Send my credentials to the house of detention
we're then left with our thoughts... and I'm finding it's not easy to kill thoughts tremors... at times drink or drugs help... as of late however I'm finding that that's been making it worse... i don't know what to do...i know there's prayer... still.. gettin fucked used to be easier
Send my credentials to the house of detention
love that poem
some of your work tremors, makes me feel as though you've been inside my head ... rummaged through my brain and sifted out my thoughts
stunning work, this thread is beautiful
At school we are looking at poems by Carol Ann Duffy and Simon Armitage.
This one reminds me of some of their work, Love it
I really like this poem, the style of it. Hope to see more like this from you, it's great
Insult to Injury
So you talk
You whisper
You spread your preconception
On the telegraph
You gossip
You break the law
Me a crazy
Not to be touched
By society
You cause me problems
But by the force of what you did to me
The force of my melted insides
I will prevail
And you will fail
My revenge comes in stages
Your sickness
You spend in one go
Send my credentials to the house of detention
Send my credentials to the house of detention
Resevoir bubbling with a flashpoint
Material stuffed down
Triggered.
By a word, a song, a symbol
Meaning, coincidence, conflagration
Lines up and flash
Detonates
I would say inside my skull
That would be wrong
Body quivering like a taught crossbow string
and unleashed
Driven
By meaning fuelled by fear
Swallowing signals whole
21st Century stimulus
Rolling up and accumulating into the ball
Of manic energy
Danger
To myself
To others?
Give me open fields
and I'll run myself down to safety
Dig a fresh hole under the unseen hedgrow
Burrow down moist earth ten feet and hide
Miles from nowhere
Drenched and panting
To return to myself?
Outrun my terror
Scream to standstill
Instead spinning
Get in my way
Urban sprawl
Catastrophe
Incarceration
Violence
Nobody but you can talk me down
Friends scattered like tenpins
Strangers terrified glances
Whizz past like rain sliding across the speeding windshield
Police
Full stop
Lock me up
Chain me up
Rabid monster
What a waste
Of all that energy
Send my credentials to the house of detention
those two compliment each other so well, i love it.
very very powerful and intense.
favourite lines are:
very powerful last lines
are these inspired by true events tremors?
seem so vivid, the anger seems raw
They are both my current perspective on past and now recent events, aimed at the same subject - the British police force
Send my credentials to the house of detention
Thanks very much pepper - if thanks is the right word. Thanks for reading and appreciating. With this kind of 'collection' I feel I have been writing from a different place from previously, and stuff comes out differently, and I don't enjoy reading them back myself so much as other things I have done here in the past. A lot of the material here though has arisen out of other collections I have written here in the past year - where I have thought the writing as stand alone kind of things is probably 'nicer' - these are a bit more raw to me. I don't think I would have wanted to write from these kind of places, nor been able to though, had I not written the earlier stuff - so is a strange one!
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i thought it was against some kind of authority figure
beautiful writing
love the intense anger, very raw emotion
i felt it
Start next week
Have your old life back
Get in your car and find some open road
Your Fixer single is sitting right there where you left it.....
Get in and drive
Say goodbye to that year
And don't look back
Send my credentials to the house of detention
is all that you have gained
All that pain
is the fire to rise above
Blessed
By turning suffering
To hope
Send my credentials to the house of detention