THE LAST ONE YOU WILL EVER SEE
I sent you a picture today
It was recently taken
and fairly sane – I think
Accurately depicting
Who I was on that day
It is for you too keep
Use it, to remember me
It is the last one
You will ever see
May 2016
WTFRU?
I don’t know you
But I fear you
Fear your thoughts
Fear your words, harsh words most likely
Fear your dislike and discontent
A battering ram upon me
Torture.
You kill me – slowly
Kill me without words
Kill me without thoughts – most likely
Kill me without even knowing me – for sure
I am sorry.
Please forgive me.
I put no blame upon you, because WTFRU?
GOOD DEEDS (PART 1)
“Will it hurt, much?”, he asked the nurse as she was preparing the equipment.
The equipment in question was two feet long tube of reddish-black colour with significant signs of wear. Along its side was a grove, a silver line which seemed rather out of place. It looked more like something out of a 1950s science-fiction movie than a tool fit for the 21st century he though but said nothing.
“It depends”, she coughed, “It depends on how much a fight they put up. The first time is always the worst.”
“How come?”, there was a slight tremble in his voice this time.
“Did you read the small-print before signing up for this?” she continued while putting of the latex gloves.
He didn’t answer.
“Every procedure removes some of their will to live, the next round should go smoother”
The thought made him sick, he felt like throwing up then and there. There had been nothing in the brochure about this being part of the experience.
He could only vaguely recall the events leading up to him signing up for the program. He had been on his way home from a night out when he was approached by a couple. They had invited him into their stall and offered him something to drink. From then on his memories were blur. The next morning he had woken up with the usual hang-over, and found the poorly folded brochure and a receipt for £120 in his trouser pocket.
“You will help improve the future of humanity”. The statement had stuck with him ever since and he had at the time been fully convinced that he would be “doing good”.
“Doing good…” he repeated the thought out loud.
“Sorry, is there a problem?”
“Yes Dear, but no need for you to know. Not yet anyway.”, he thought to himself. “Nothing, I am just feeling a bit weary” he replied.
“That is expected, it is kicking in.”
“What is kicking in? What have you done??”
“I will be right back”, the nurse put down the equipment and left the room. The door locked automatically behind her.
Left to his own devices, he tried to gather his thoughts.
Did they drug me? They must have drugged me. They laced the drink I got earlier. Laced it with what? And why? Shouldn’t I have a say in the mat…
By the time the nurse returned he was deep asleep.
Stumbling
In an ideal world
Call it Nirvana
Our merry dance
Would be more refined
The toes on your feet
Less trodden by me
Our revolution aligned
To match that of
Our minds
Prompted by a @poetryriot prompt
BECAUSE WE’RE WORTH IT
because we’re worth it
apparently
you’re not
obviously
pretty enough
stealing time
running around
SIT DOWN!
never quite here
nor there
always on the go
I wiggle my toe
you disagree
loudly
I agree
in silence
you disagree
obviously
because we’re worth it
apparently
THE CITY THAT NEVER DIES
in the city that never dies
tired eyes roll up the sky
wicked witches are flying high
caring nought for those in line.
empty streets, and broken lights
casting shadows seen by none
the silent echo howling wild
we’re all going to die.
but meet me at the border
go where I reside
I’m borderline by nature
borderline by choice.
I expect you at the crossing
betwixt the pillars of light
no empty street awaits you
you’re not going to die.
we’ll join the line astanding
steady on the ground
our eyes firmly focused on
the city that never dies.
KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOIRE
Someone shot at me today,
a shot from beyond and afar.
In broad daylight with bipeds, scattered all around.
There’s was no hesitation, in the friendly gorgeous smile.
But Cupid’s arrow failed once more,
to penetrate the heart.
THIS YEAR TOO
Is it too much to ask for
A pair of lips
With a gentle face
To study in detail
To study from afar
I gently touch them and
Suck Them – on a Saturday night
They’re in my dreams
Not far away
I awake and
Long for those cherry lips
Is it too much to ask for
A pair for Christmas
This year also
This year too
NO LOVE AND NO LOSS
No love and no loss
Two hands in one pocket
With lust and glossy lips
The hangover not wanted
Know yourself and
Know thy enemy
Seek not what they want
But shed a tear when they flee in fear
Your empty pocket
Cold
Empty pocket
Lost
No time to spare
No love and no loss
Ever
The cyclop and the bunny
“you can’t.. not love me”, he pleaded, “I am the one… the only, the silent sailor, the bringer of myrr and your fulfiller of dreams”
“Then why don’t you..”, she hesitated, “.. ”
“you can’t.. not love me”, he repeated, “I am …”
“Yes I know what you are. I can see it.. ”, she interrupted, “ .. but you can’t”
“Can’t what?”
“Can’t see”
“Can’t see what?”
“Exactly. Now hopp along, skippy”
Prompted by a @thatrandomprompt prompt