Saturday 30 September 2023
Burnining the candle
The thing that pushes you on
can send you crazy,
mentally rushing through your head
like an earworm song. On and on.
Spinning you on a downward spiral,
like a vinyl record at the wrong speed.
The thing you awaken within,
sometimes needs to feed.
The thing that you push to create
can make your head feel
like it's under a heavy weight,
and the pressure is making it break.
You put every hour, every second
into the creation.
Pulling hairs and grinding teeth.
Tears wept for art, tear your heart apart.
Spilling blood
to pour
over the paper pages
beneath.
You push and push.
It all starts to crush.
Never stop
to feel the rush
or to feed yourself
some well-earned love.
Not so much both ends of the candle
as the whole world ablaze.
You work relentlessly for days.
Just to create. Pouring
every drop of sweat,
every emotion you hold,
boiled down and reduced
to a single piece of art.
Then you are left
with an empty hole in your heart
and a void in your brain
where the former work
was all contained.
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Friday 29 September 2023
Fog of melancholia
When melancholia rolls in
like a teasing fog
across my thoughts.
When clouds are painted
in a deep spectrum of grey
and the blue sky is
threatening to tear my day in two.
I let my thoughts blow away.
When low is the only way
my mood will go,
I take myself to the city
where the lights glow.
When polythene fear
clings tightly to my skin
and my weary thoughts
are wearing thin,
I take to the place,
where the electric flow
of fluorescent light sinks in.
I like to watch people
going to and fro,
under the moons
ancient magical glow
I wear a novocaine smile
like my teeth have been pulled,
my mind lulls
my thoughts into sleep,
Empty and dull.
I listen to the call.
The city, she sings to me
to walk her concrete caverns,
feel the pulse race
upon asphalt veins beneath my feet.
To sense the essence
of life that never stalls
When my mind is stood on the brink
of the dark abyss of emptiness.
My thinking is a mess.
My opinions sinking into deep mud,
and I'm feeling stuck.
I let the shine of streetlights guide.
The solid ground be the foundation
to my climb. I put one foot
in front of the other
and let the city welcome me
like a loving mother.
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Wednesday 27 September 2023
The call of the void
Have you ever heard
the call of the void?
L'appel du vide.
It plants a seed,
just a snippet of a thought.
but enough to make any more
thoughts flow away in the breeze.
The siren song to endless seas.
The song of deathly nights.
It sings in harmony with the hum,
trying to take your light.
Sever your connection to life.
Cut you dry to wander the lonely tides.
It whispers on the wind
whilst the hum grinds you down.
It won't leave you alone,
it will find you in any town.
The void is speaking.
Listen. It demands your ears.
Commands you to hear.
To wilt like a flower,
quivering in fear.
The call of the void,
intrusive voices speak to you.
Tell you to do the last thing
you'll ever do.
They whisper to jump
when you are near a high ledge.
They tell you fall, free,
be with them instead.
The voices lie deep inside.
The hum has buried them
in your mind.
When driving at night
and you suddenly think,
I can swerve into the traffic,
Just a flick of the wrist
and it will be over in a blink.
Or when stood at a bus stop
and you catch yourself stepping out
into a road full of cars,
This is the call of the void,
ready to end your life.
Tune out the sounds,
before they tune you out.
Thanks for reading
Endless Nightmares out now
300 pages of horror themed poetic storytelling
Please take a look at my previous collection "Torn Pages"
100+ all new poems not shared here before.
https://tinyurl.com/KCtornpages