Shout at the night

 

You shout at the night,

at visions hidden from sight

bellowing out, you could wake the dead

screaming at demons that infest your head

 

You roar and you curse

no-one knows what horrors lurk

in the recesses of your thoughts

or why the moonlight

brings such frightful monsters to your door

 

No-one sees them walking in the chill cool air

they can't hear their words spill, like a demonic fanfare

they just sit,

in judgement

not knowing the depths your mind is plunging

 

You cry and yell

going through your own personal hell

walking through its burning flames

taking part in its wicked games

no-one knows the rolls of the dice you've took

or how many times you fell to bad luck

how the illness creeps in

like fog seeping over the earths skin

no-one knows the fear

when your mind makes these phantoms appear

 

They just sit

in judgement

and decry that you don't deserve to live in the same street

that you are not fit to walk the same patch of concrete

they may catch your eye,

or hear you yelling at the sky

 

 

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Loose Change

Crumpled up like an old five-pound note

and loose change

When the entire world has gone contactless

I'm a relic of the old ways

Like a derelict building left to weather away

in pouring rain, wind and snow

Watching as the seasons flow

Like a bankroll of words

that will never see the light of day

 

Like an old, discarded wallet, all battered and stained

No coinage within, only moths remained

Flying off towards the light

Like my life, a constant fight or flight

my word reserves banked

But I'm in the red

The market tanked, as words went unsaid

 

Like a purse, once fit to burst

Now empty, not even a verse

No spare change, nothing to say

No cash, the government took it all away

just digits on a computer screen

Words that can never be seen

 

A product of the olden days

Replaced, by fancy technology

No need for what I do or say

When they take away our currency anyway

Words the only riches that I own

But if we raise our voices

into a cell we could be thrown

 

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Asking For It

 

Was she asking for it?

to be followed after dark

to fear walking past that park,

because of the memories it sparked

to be so scared to walk

in the city that she loved

was she asking to be?

scared of every footstep sound on the concrete ground

just because you were a man and you wanted it shouting loud

 

Was she asking to be?

looked upon like a piece of meat

to feel like an object in your eyes, not an equal mind

just a thing to use when you so desire

was she asking to fear the hand that could be so unkind?

the way it makes her flinch

when she should have stood proud and tall

you made her shrink

made her feel small

 

Was she asking for it?

the blue tint around aging bruises

the ache from cracked ribs, the worn out excuses

the feint handprint stain,

from when you lost your temper again

was she asking for it?

to be so scared to call for help

because the men she called

would just take his side, a fat blank wall

not a thin blue line

 

Was she asking for it?

to need to call a friend for help

every single time she left the house

when she felt like a scared helpless mouse

was she asking for it?

or were your manly hands connected to such small a brain?

were your leering eyes only working for your loins again?

were you not a man, not by any stretch of the word?

more a beast, not at all what any woman deserved

 

Was she asking for it?

to need to watch her back

at every stretch of darkened tarmac that was on her track

did she ask to have to look deep into shadows to see?

if anyone was hiding, out of the lights glare

did you care 

that you made her feel like hell?

she wanted to cut herself from life

did that make you feel big inside?

 

Was she asking for it?

the pain and hurt, 

the way she felt unworthy of hope

was she asking for it,

the answer is no.

 

 

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