Gateways to another world

The ins and outs of a voice ringing in my head

Barely recognisable, but there

She grounds me

I’m tied to her

By an invisible cord

Lassoed by affection

It’s sudden light illuminates me with self reflection

I can feel her watch me lovingly

I look down with shame

At my broken skin, eyes leaking black

A single solo breaks out in my mind

I am lifted by a cloud to the skies

Ever upwards, ascending

Into her eyes

As I enter their gateways

A world of utter tranquility lays before me

Vast forests as far as I can see

Tall pine trees huddle around me

Calm, flowing rivers

Rocks covered with moss

As time goes on

The forest hosts a party of stars

To welcome me

Starlights appear

We eat and drink together

Telling tales of happiness

Discussing the beauty of this world

I close my eyes

Everything is here

reopening them

I find her looking at me still

Her eyes wide open

Everything is here

 

 

A photograph

I stare at the picture

I’m fixated on it

A moment captured

Forever lost to history

But locked in this single picture

I look deeper into their eyes

They’re most likely old

or dead

by now

So young and full of life

Such potential

so much to look forward to

Disinterested

I screw up the photograph

Into a ball

Throwing it into a bin

Missing

Only for it to be blown away

By the wind

 

The village surrounded by mist

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Faces that aren’t faces

Hollow people

They walk the same route

Every day

The birds

The same shrill calls

The beasts

Wander the same path

through the undergrowth

A mist surrounds this place

I’ve walked out of it

A thousand times

Only to be welcomed back

By lifeless smiles

Devoid of emotion

Some days

I find myself

Walking the same route

Drifting, comforming

With this village

Emptiness echoes

Throughout my hollowing mind

I smile

 

 

 

The ocean

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I dance and swirl around

As I am dictated

By the waves

Of this ocean

I watch my arms

Uselessly sway about

My hips

Awkwardly turn round and round

my legs

At least standing

Floating

I’m in a daze

The music keeps playing

Even if I’m not there

I’m still dancing

To the waves

Of this ocean

 

 

 

Cinema man

My head’s stuck

Forever in one moment

I can’t grasp it

But I can watch it

From the inside

My memory is unrealiable

I roll through the tapes

On a white screen

Blurred Images

Tampered with scenes

black silhouettes of men

I can see their laughter

I can feel my pain

It’s so real

It’s playing again

The Cinema Man

Repeating the same tapes

Over and over

Tampering with my memory

My reality

 

 

A Women’s Life

Her eyes leak escaped colours

They betray her thoughts

Her dreams appear in colourful mist

For a moment

She eyes me up

And down

Unsure

The visions come

A frozen unicorn

Stretching, straining

for a blade of grass

On a lone hill

Her baby

Repeatedly stabbed

Asking: “Why?”

With a nonchalant look on it’s face

A man

Throwing red paint

At her boarded up home

In a drunken rage

falling to his knees

Crying with frustration

Her parents

Blank faced

A constant white

enveloping memories

Her birth and death

Etched into her brain

Scribbled on papers

pinned up

On every nerve ending

Informing the masses on her due date

She walks into the mist

Lost

Alone

I watch her fade

 

 

 

In the static

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The distortion

It rings in my ears

Destroying their drums

With a steady tone

It delves deeper

down into the tunnels

Liberating every fibre

it can reach

Of my innermost self

My veins, burst

My body, ruptured

I vomit from my core

In absolute euphoria

Until there’s nothing left

All colour, stripped

All memories, faded

Dreams, white

A single tone rings out

There is beauty

In the Distortion