Regretrospective
A sacrifice that I could not make. My life to take in return. We all live and learn..
I'm 25, from Leeds, UK. I like to describe myself as a philosopher of sorts, I write poetry of the heart and soul. Currently trying to turn my hand to short story writing - will post first on here if I come up with anything good! Stay tuned!!
A sacrifice that I could not make. My life to take in return. We all live and learn..
Masqueraders. Those sole traders. Mentality invaders. Conscience degraders. Nothing but troublemakers. A face in the crowd of belly acher's. Loitering amongst the misbehavers.
Simon says...jump. ......... ....... ..... ....Simon didn't say touch the ground, You're all out. And you, up there. Simon didn't say defy gravity either so you're out too!.
There is a girl on the swings, all alone. A sweet, sweet song she sings from upon her throne. Her melody spreads like wildfire through the street.
Life is a strange thing. You're only here for a while and then you're gone again. All your questions ignored and unanswered. The point of existence, still a mystery.
Moving softly into my room. Floating, almost, from the gloom. She comes in nothing but a mask. Has she come to give me all I ask. She presses her finger upon my lips as I grab her gently by the hips.
There once lived a noble knight, who went by the name of Sir Prize-Fight, that had a novel way of winning all the duels that they kept bringing.
There in the Cul-De-Sac I lay. Broken..... How did I get here. I'll tell you how: A sleepless nights worth of words was all I had. Swirling like a torrent in my mind - wanting to escape.
Isn't it funny how Fate can be so kind, yet it takes and breaks and fakes sometimes. Odd in the way it binds and grinds with subtle signs. Giving a chance to shine.
I stand here. On solid, open ground. Safe and free. With an open invitation. You accepted, You were perfection personified. You made me feel lucky.... But inside every shiny apple is a dirty...
Paperclip. Holding my memories. Keeping them in their place. Reminding me of things gone by. Paperclip. Creasing the photograph of you in my diary. I wanted to keep it perfect.
"This cats got the cream of the crop and it ain't gonna stop til it takes over the world. Best be spreadin' the word and let it propagate - don't be late - go now and give it a rate!" #tshirt.
Here are a few of my ideas...hope they're tshirt worthy!. Opuss - a writers purrfect platform. Opuss - infinitely more than 9 lives. inside this magical place like-minds thrive.
Need to find a new direction. Find something to ease this tension. The things that have happened ...must be down to Fate pushing me toward the path I must take. Come to a crossroads, which way to...
Elephant Riders on the brow. You can see them coming from the bough. Tusks in length and rowed up neat, they come in strength to a slow drum beat.
I'm feeling rather floaty today. I must elevate myself - up and away. Into the air without a care... Through the clouds and away from the crowds. Anchors away.... Not on this day.
If you are dreaming of a bow and arrow will it lead you off the straight and narrow. If you are dreaming of a butterfly does it mean that life is passing you by.
It smells like grace. It looks so good. Dare you stuff your face with that virtue food?.
My luck lately has been so rotten. So if you see me at the bottom please leave me and my concrete boots alone. For my own sins I must atone..
I stay where I am because I am where I stay. Yet you push me away. All you do is betray. You won't let me back. All I fear is attack. And my worries, they stack. Weighing heavy on my back.
Clandestine by nature, I know all the right looks. Kleptomaniac at heart, I don't need to read the books. But....
(For @naaviie) There is a Forest Faerie, as cute as cute can be.
We live and we die under your watchful eye. Only seeing one side, one face, as gravity holds you steadily in place..
(By @naaviie and @Dovahkiin) Sunlight splits into glitter, Over the taste of something bitter. Not a feeling, not a word. Something that's quite frankly absurd. Like a top hat on a lion.
My curse and my blessing. My hindrance and hope. The balance, redressing... ...hanging by a rope..
On the rain-slicked road to nowhere I see reflections of my past. I know they cannot get me if I'm going really fast. If the friction doesn't slow me and the sparks don't set me alight.
Take a dive into the riverbed of the eyes that weep, and search the depths for the secrets that they keep. Locked away behind an unbroken stare. Impenetrable, with no soul to bare.
It's taking the Opiss!.
Laying in bed when prayers have been said, the clock is ticking inside your head. As the lights go out you hear a shout but you're certain that no one is about.
Draconian shadows swing at the graveyard tonight, but you can't see a thing. Mist covers all in sight. The shape of a man, swaying to and fro is all you can see through the musky glow.
I begin my journey unaware. In my own world where I am safe. Then someone catches my eye, Someone beautiful. She draws me closer. Like a wasp to honey, Moth to a flame. Steadily I walk towards her.
Threw me a loaded gun. You are the chosen one. I'll shoot you where you stand... I swear - you don't understand. Point blank. Point break. This aint no prank. This chance I must take.
You speak of razor sharp tongues and powerful lungs..... But that ain't me. Beating fists, that wished you ceased to exist.... That ain't me. Dagger eyes behind a calm disguise. It ain't me....
I know a girl who doesn't like flowers.. She was once lost in the garden. Crying for those withered roses. Hurt.
You all live your lives. Laughing at the misfortune of others -schadenfreude- Spreading rumours. Spreading muck.. These rumours cause so much pain but I really don't care.
I am the Keeper. I am the Reaper. I am the collector of mortal souls. There is no Heaven, nor Hell... ...just a space on my shelf, for the pride of my collection.
He beat his feet to his penthouse suite, hiding out without a doubt. On the run, was the son-of-a-gun, from who - nobody knows for true. A battle of one to ensue.
Time changes everything, changes everyone. The ((invisible)) un$toppable force that gets a hold on everything. Time is a healer <3 Time is a torturer----<^> Time is was(t)ing.
'Neath a sterile grey sky On a cold Thursday night. You shot me down, in flames I fell, crashing to the colder ground. I had a message to deliver -time critical - had to get there intact.
She knows I was right for her. She knows I stayed true. She knows I can cheer her up when she's feelin blue. She knows where to find me. She knows how I feel. She knows where she should be.
There is something inside of me. A dark force. Parasitic. Unwanted. But nevertheless - it is definitely inside of me. I can feel it there. Laying dormant. Watching.
You took your time coming into this world - and that's just fine. A healthy, beautiful baby boy. You have your mothers eyes with no pain behind to disguise.
I know that you are up there, guiding me through my trials and tribulations. If only I knew who you are, and where, I would give you my altercations. Are you fate, or are you my savior.
Unleash hell, loose a nation of pigs and rats, in the guise of men with their nightly attacks. Sewer-side bred and victims of waste. Their stench cuts clean through the terror and haste.
Cast the first stone. That first move makes me feel numb. Those ripples reflect the shape of things to come. Say the first words. Make your final decision.
A sleepless nights worth of words is all I had. I needed to pen them down before I lost my chain of thought. Some I kept hold of for another time.
You throw me away. But I always gravitate back to you. It's as if you're a magnet and I'm a twisted, jagged piece of metal. But I'm not as strong as metal..... ....I'm not even magnetic.
You can feel it in the air. You can see it in the sky. You hear it coming. You can smell that distinct smell.
Is it human instinct to play out all possible ends in our minds, when situations arise.
Heading down the lonely road at the break of dawn. Driving as fast as I can away from the coming storm. Chased by the streetlights, overtaking me, as the natural light takes hold.
This war of words began, So many years ago. From amongst the swagger and bravado emerged a renaissance man. He proposed a battle of minds and vocabulary superlatives. Open to one and all...
Paranoid, in a Void Confusion... Why do you all follow me around. Illusion... The false identity you created. Collusion... Paranoid against the secret plot. Profusion...
Is it a crime to not have the time to rhyme. To not have the capacity for tenacity. The fortitude for a bit of attitude.
I like to think I live my life like a Praying Mantis, waiting and waiting for the most opportune moment to strike... although I'm not as bug-eyed and spindly!.
Braided rope, you sing to me. You know that I can't cope and only you hear my quiet plea. The time has come, to make a stand. Hear the deathly drum, I am at your command.
Take a deep breath when they won't search. Count to ten if their fingers don't work. Held my tongue for far too long. Close my eyes when it all goes wrong..
Hands on the wheel and my head in the clouds. These thoughts, I feel, are becoming too loud. I cannot hold her steady as I brace myself, at the ready..... ..... ... ..
My name's Joe. And I have a story. Watch yourselves, because it’s quite gory. How did I take this ghostly formation. I’ll tell you, it was quite a humorous transformation.
Fat flying vermin, no Tommy Guns in sight, eluding the stereotype. They have muscled their way on to your balcony. Using your house as a another dodgy front, for breeding their own little family.
When you cross the line you take it with you as a trophy. Wearing a smile on your face, thinking that you own me.
This is my gift, my talent. These are my faults, my balance. These are my words, my progress, prolific as I am, to excess..
You are the elusive apparition, my anger cannot reach you. So I offer you my submission and the trap you will run into..
Our future is decided by strangers. All of those who unleash the dangers. Fate plays through them and karma watches over, whilst we all run for cover..
This is a fightback ...and a loss. That stupid moment ... is going to cost. My words to stall ...a gift in silence. Against this wall ...of defiance. The weight of words ...are my weapons.
Mr. 25, driving outside in the pouring rain. Driving crazy to the hotel. Naked stranger of the night, care-free. To room 25. Mr. 25 dares to be different, stubborn.
I got the brains, but I lack in other places. The look of post-threat slowly filling up their faces. One track mind won't forget all my troubles, leave them floating around in their little bubbles.
Alpha: I'm number one in your eyes. Bravo. Cheers amongst the heckles and cries. Charlie is not my name, but why call it out. Delta, all dried up - brought on by the bad drought.
It makes me wonder how you keep from going under, when I have a hard time treading water. Looks like it's me for the slaughter..
I can't keep secrets. I prefer to let them loose... Then walk away with haste. Leaving behind a bitter taste. Selfish, I know... But oh, does it feel good.
I would jump out of my skin. Breathe all the negativity in. Burn those bridges down. Stay underwater til I drown. Bring the moon and the stars, come running from afar.
Life is like walking on a razorblade. One slip and your split in two, persecuted for things you didn't even think to do.
I'm going insane in the brain. A cliché, I know. My thoughts I simply cannot train, as I'm slowly losing my marbles with these incoherent garbles.
Altered the time of arrival, faltered my way around you. This shard of glass reflects my guard, dropped in doubt from all those words spoken; only you chose to speak.
There's no "I" in flammable, but there's an "us" in combustible..
Cut me in two and separate me. Bring me together again, but…. Mix me up, out of natural order and hand my pieces out to strangers. Bargains made, for me.
One thousand eyes are disguised, within the darkness inside. Piercing eyes that tell no lies, trained on your next movement.
Up above me, breaking free. An outcast, as dark as sin. Moving away from it's former kin in a slow cascade. On some mission to cause havoc, to rain on somebodys parade..
Garden girl, You give me butterflies. You catch my eye. You capture my essence. Your beautiful hands, tending to your garden- But why do you not look after me, The way you look after all the others.
"Computer games don't affect kids; I mean, if Pac-Man affected us as kids, we'd all be running around in darkened rooms, munching magic pills and listening to repetitive electronic music".
First sight. First skipped beat. First signs. First vocabulary feat. First date. First butterflies. First time we hold hands. First time we see eye to eye. First kiss. First rush. First night...
Cucumis Sativus - Super spy extraordinaire (Distantly related to the escape artist, Harry Zucchini) On his secret mission to foil the Sprouts, who were planning to take over Mash Potato Mountain.
I'm conceited enough to aim high, but realistic enough to know when to stop. Grounded enough to not go floating off and put my head on the chopping block.
"No man is an island, this I know, But can't you see. Maybe you were the ocean, when I was just a stone." Black Flies - Ben Howard.
"What if all you understand, Could fit into the center of a hand, Then you found it wasn't you, Who held the sum of everything you knew" Soundgarden - Live to Rise.
Seven, lucky...for some. Six silver bullets in his gun. Five showing upon his wrist. Four graves today, you get the gist. Three sheets to the wind, two beggars witness one man who has sinned.
I am your little ragdoll, but why do you have me on strings. I'm far too small for you to take your problems out on. You make me act out scenes that YOU YOURSELF seek to avoid.
This hopeless heart of gold cannot be changed, will not be sold, or even rearranged. Oh, hopeless heart of gold I have. With underdog tones, caged in aching bones. Encircling me with it's control.
Pick yourself up, gather your broken pieces too. And I will be here, I will be your glue. Withdraw yourself from your dark place. And I will be here for you to embrace.
I am the proverbial dark horse, no rider atop. I am merely the shade of what you cannot stop. I am the illusive, my identity sealed.
Close your eyes and count to two. Fly off the handle, is what your gonna do. Lately things aren't the way they seem but to you, at least, it's just a dream. You need to get a grip, Revolvermouth.
This is where we rise again. My friend, you can't defend. Attack,then rescind again. Bloody until the end..
If a monk sells his robes will he make a prophet?.
When the first bombs fell, I was nowhere to be seen. I had already come clean, two weeks before, on the end of a rope in the old general store.
I wish that I knew what I could say, or what I could do, to make you change your mind before I lose mine..