Sense Of UneaseI don't know why I
Feel this way tonight.
I'm compelled to be vocal
When at times I don't
Desire to join in at all.
Is it because I'm worried,
Racked with concern that
I'm not making the effort
To hold a mere conversation?
It's a strange sensation
When I feel kinda on edge
Without knowing the reason.
Some of my nerves are just
Used as musical instruments -
Invisible hands playing them
Like an out-dated xylophone.
The slight ache in my head
Makes me question this - why.
Why do I feel slight unease
When I am so far from danger?
I have no reason, none at all,
To be acting in this strange way.
Is it because I don't get
Enough sleep in the nights? Or
Could it be something simple
Like coming down with a cold?
I wish I had the answers,
At least some sort of inkling
As to my unrestful state of mind.
I just hope it's one of those
Bad days where I can bounce back.
My Cherished DarlingThe man in the grey suit
Awaits at the door; a strange smile
Splits his face in half, and
He makes no effort to hide what
Looks to be charred human remains
Thrown around like discarded items.
"Darling, have I seen your pretty
Face before...? I might have - you
See, you've escaped me before I had
To face the real world...come now,
You won't get away from me this time."
I feel into a deep abyss as soon as
A crack of thunder lashed through my
Skull; darkness chasing away stars.
"After this ceremony, you and I will
Consummate our love, my sweet darling;
My seed will grow into our child."
This man, this deranged psychopath
Who hasn't seen one of his own for such
A long time, confuses me for a woman -
His heaven-sent angel made for him.
He calls my masculine parts vulgar, he
Repeatedly reminds me that the fair sex
Has to be pure to suffer the neverending
List of burdens to create life, substain it.
"Hush now, you will fear nothing - not
When you have me, my delicate flower.
You will take me
A Fair Singing Contest?The Eurovision Song Contest,
The yearly event that unites
Countries with their love of
Musical performances, isn't
Really a simple song competition.
It's more to do with political
Power where nations support their
Neighbors across the boarders.
Tell me, is this classed as
Fairness or is it all fixed?
Don't Fight It FurtherWhen I give it to you
I wanna make sure
That you're ready.
The lull of temptation
Is the fruit
We both desire.
Not denying it,
Don't you change
Your mind about us.
I can see your eyes,
The way they
Glimmer it's sharp.
The intense attraction
Between two lovers
Can't be pushed aside.
One day you're gonna live...
That's why we must
Set the sky ablaze
And watch fireworks.
You'll not regret tonight...
Just promise me
You won't kiss and tell,
What we'll do together
Remains our little secret.
Are you ready now?
Natural Body DisasterTrembles start to take life,
Trembling beneath the surface.
Awakened, they gain energy,
Building up tremendous friction.
They dance together, the ebb and
Flow becoming more violent now.
My body's an earthquake from the
Pulsating headache to faint nausea.
Fake Ass KissersThere's no pleasing everybody;
The fiery side of me is half tempted
To hurl a bunch of profanities their
Way, but the voice of reason kicks in.
People only love and adore you when
You're almost online twenty four seven.
God forbid should you take a break as
Some two-faced fools un-Watches you.
When All Hope Fades Drabble 11. Blood
A battle exhausted Tennessee staggered forward, almost collapsing to the concrete ground in a heap of agonising pain. She caught herself just in time from falling over by gripping the solid wall with both hands, the tips of her fingers digging into the surface hard enough to draw some blood.
She was already covered in the crimson liquid already, a mixture of her own as well as her opponent’s. By the sounds of footsteps approaching her way, they were quite near. Gasping shakily, Tennessee glanced up into the stone cold eyes of her friend, Georgia.
The female Freelancer hardly recognised the man standing in front of her, now that he was heavily under the influence of his unstable AI, Nu. Tennessee knew of the control she had over Georgia when he acquired her assistance as a last resort, but never truly understood how much of a puppet of brutal destruction he became.
She could feel her eyes starting to burn from the tears she was trying her best to hold back.
Shooting StarsFlairs of light streak across
The night's azure sky; it's almost
Like the work of an invisible hand
Working magic upon a blank canvass.
As they crash and burn into the Earth's
Atmosphere, one must be filled with such
Wonder and curiosity - do falling stars
Bring with it new life from the galaxy?