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Poetry Shenanigans – Of Devils & Dues

Of Devils & Dues

I thought if I spoke the devil’s name,
And cut my losses,
I could set myself free.
Only,
The devil I thought I freed myself from,
Is ever omnipresent,
Smirking, leering at me,
Whilst celebrating life and free will,
While, I keep running,
Sprinting from dreams,
Ever haunting,
And a broken reality,
That never fails to remind me,
Of my shortcomings, my weaknesses,
Of all that’s broken within,
Eternally hunting those chinks in my armour,
To forever incapacitate,
The fighter, the warrior,
That breathes within,
The dreamer, the optimist,
That never ceases to find the light within.
One day the devil will get his due,
And while he pays his dues,
I finally get to live,
A life of exuberance, innocence and freedom,
Once stolen from me. 

SJ

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Poetry Shenanigans – Battle-Worn

In celebration of World Poetry Day, here’s a poem for one and for all. Happy writing & most importantly, happy muse hunting!

Battle-Worn

Rivulets of anger,
Tears of frustration and fear,
Music that just plays on,
These are the things,
Wars are built on.
Ravage, pillage,
Be a savage,
Ignore the screams,
Begging and pleading for mercy.
No survivors,
Only scars,
Only reminders,
To remind you time after time,
Of all that once was,
And all that’s now left behind. 

SJ

Poetry Shenanigans – Dictated Lies… Dictated Lives

Dictated Lies … Dictated Lives

The only beautiful
Anybody wants to be,
Is the kind they can control,
The kind that comes with
instructions and demos,
You know,
The kind you can fit in a box,
By relinquishing control,
And be told,
That this is for your benefit,
This will give you power
and control over your life,
Without losing your mind.
Convinced by a lie,
Where you’re told,
This is for you,
This is what you need,
To be better, stronger,
Exquisite, visible and striking,
To all those distracted and ignorant
eyes,
That never gave you a moment,
That just passed you by.
Another lie sold,
And you’re constantly told,
This is what makes heads turn,
This is what makes cities burn.
This is what power is.
All these empty promises,
Eat you up whole,
Gone are your dreams,
Gone is your passion,
Gone is that smile,
Once radiant, once hopeful,
In it’s place,
Is something rehearsed,
Something mechanical.
Gone are those things,
That once defined you as driven.
And that place deep within you,
Where there once was a soul,
All that’s left in it’s place,
Is a singed, gaping hole.

SJ

Poetry Shenanigans – Depth Perception

Depth Perception

There’s more cracks and crevices,
Than what meets the eye.
Like beauty, truths are buried skin deep,
Farther than what judgments and perceptions can reach.

SJ

Poetry Shenanigans

Light of Darkness

Aah darkness, my kind friend,
Wrap me up in your warm embrace.
I could really use a friend right about
now;
And you’re the oldest one I’ve ever had
And always known.
Where the whispers, jokes,
cackles and sniggers,
They think my bleary, tear filled eyes
can’t see,
Remain non existent…hidden.
Aah darkness, my solitude, my refuge.
Here they have no way to reach me.
No way to grab my shoulders,
Shove me against a wall,
Or leer at me in corners and open spaces.
Aah my kind friend darkness,
Where I can walk, sit and curl up,
Without bowing my head down,
Out of fear, out of sheer embarrassment.
Where my survival doesn’t depend,
On maintaining zero eye contact.
Aah wonderful darkness,
You are all the light left, to guide in these
unholy times and unsavoury places.
Dear darkness, please do me one more
favour,
Engulf me whole and blot the world out
at this time. 

SJ

Poetry Shenanigans: No Regrets

There’s a wee lil’ bit of a countdown going on, keeping my fingers crossed, I guess we’ll let this day play out and see what happens! 🙂

No Regrets

Resolutions, revolutions,
Renewals, withdrawals
Revelations, Consternations,
Anticipation, Expectation,
Where one rests with the other,
All so circular,
All so ongoing,
Ever present, almost sentient,
You wonder how your stars
will align…
What it is that the future holds;
When sweet promises are made,
Of better days,
And obstacles clearing out,
Making a path, a way,
To those dreams and goals,
You spent countless sleepless nights,
Slogging for and working on.
You wonder, is today the day?
If not, it definitely has to be on it’s way…
Right?
And as the days go by,
Your faith starts slipping away,
Bit by bit, sliver by sliver,
Hope…a word, a light,
That once brightened your day,
And bolstered your mood and
morale,
Seems like a mirage,
Planted, a figment of your imagination,
Yet so distinct, so stark,
In it’s ability to pull you up,
And tear you apart.
For all those days you cried yourself
to sleep,
You tell yourself,
Tomorrow is a new beginning,
A new day, a better day,
A day where I finally emerge and
rise,
And my success has finally arrived.

SJ