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In my widdendream I scream although you hear it not
My head is close to bursting, or better yet rot
In my cage of clay walls I’m banging my head hard
This life I am living is just a safeguard
Or so they say
Safeguard from what?
Is he real I say?
Who they ask?
Mr Ted
He came into my bedroom and now he’s in my head
We all know he’s not real, or so the doctor said
But if he isn’t and you say I’m safe aren’t I being misled?
Instead I get no answers, another shot I get
A dose of dreamland to help me forget
But I don’t
Mr Ted
He is
Real
I see him over there
Behind my mind’s eye, a memory of despair
I woke up again, still in the widdendream
But they do not listen
They only think I scream
But I am shouting HELP, HELP
Get me out of here
I cannot bare to stay here
Not for another year!
I don’t think I’ll ever leave
Here I’m meant to stay
And in my widdendream I hear him
Mr Ted wants to play…
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Daily Archives: May 17, 2013
Song of a spider
I sat and waited for days and weeks to entrap you in my net
My sticky threads of silk hold you, but I don’t want you yet
My last meal has made me sleepy; oh please don’t be too weepy
Your turn will come, be sure of that
You are the mouse and I am the cat
I’ll toy with you a little while, until I get bored
But eventually I will sink my teeth in you and bring your body discord
Your insides will burn; your organs will melt, when my toxins are through your veins
But you will feel none of this; you will not feel any pain
And then comes the weaving, I’ll wrap my silk around you
A little blanket to say sorry, but I have to bound you
I hope you understand my needs, you are my only food
But that is what you will get when you’re stuck in my neighborhood
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I don’t think for one second that my previous post made any sense in the poem. I was never happy with it.
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Locked Up
There were a few poems I wrote once and I added them to poetry.com I think this happened around 2003 to 2005 I can’t really remember, but anyway, I forgot some of those poems and I tried to access the website to find that they went under new management in the past couple of years and so deleted many poems that were once there and filed them away. This site claims you can get access to your poems easily, but I haven’t the foggiest how to do it.
So, I am a little upset about that.
Well in any case, I remember one off by heart and here it is;
Locked up
You locked me up one day, many years ago, to become weak and to grow old
You never thought I could be free, you really thought you owned me
I’ve proved you wrong and I am right
You’ll not get me without a fight
For I am dead now, thanks to you
Free as a bird
Unlike you
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