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

 

 

Our scream

I scream

I scream so hard

Until that scream materialises

I can see it

Much like myself

But not

A body of pure frustration

It cries

It smashes it’s head

Into the wall

It shouts mean things

It feels sorry for me

It hates me

It wants me to be happy

Crying, curled up on the floor

Like a baby

It fades into shadow

I stop screaming

 

 

Time

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Moving forward

One foot in front of the other

slowly decaying, my feet rot

My cells, they leave me

one by one

Yet I still walk

I watch them go

They mingle with the dust

They ascend to the stars

They set up homes in the sea

They ride on fishes

They fly with the birds

I’m crawling on my knees

There’s not much left

Of what I call me

It’s all up and left

My body

sinks into the ground like sand

Given and taken back