tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60662794394062559272024-03-12T20:39:28.380+01:00Poetically UnlicencedMy unperfect poetical paradiseDragonsbanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14020393287693595349noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066279439406255927.post-237162063962782002015-07-31T15:40:00.000+02:002015-07-31T15:44:16.629+02:00The Enemy WithinI fight myself on a daily basis<br />
It's not that I hate myself, per se;<br />
it’s that I still see all the faces<br />
of all those who went before<br />
who put me on “ignore”<br />
or far, far worse<br />
<br />
I am my own worst enemy at times<br />
still listening to invisible demons<br />
If you read between my lines<br />
you’ll see I don’t always vote for freedom<br />
It’s too easy to be overcome<br />
to just succumb<br />
to those dark, sweet whispers<br />
<br />
So the battle rages on inside of me<br />
mostly in waking, sometimes more in sleeping<br />
I am unable to set myself free –<br />
maybe temporarily –<br />
until I once more end up weeping<br />
no kind thoughts for safe keeping<br />
just darkness and pain<br />
again and again.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">© 30/07/2015.</span>Dragonsbanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14020393287693595349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066279439406255927.post-51878164216425892712015-07-29T20:57:00.000+02:002015-07-29T20:57:32.925+02:00Today She DiedYou would have thought<br />
she’d learnt her lesson by now<br />
all the uncaring fools<br />
who’d gotten a piece of her somehow<br />
<br />
Yet first she cried<br />
<br />
She was wrong again<br />
his fists said to her<br />
this time he’d make<br />
the pain last forever<br />
<br />
She couldn’t survive<br />
<br />
And he didn’t stop<br />
even when her screams ceased<br />
pounding out pools of blood<br />
until she was deceased<br />
<br />
So today, she died.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">© 29/07/2015.</span>Dragonsbanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14020393287693595349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066279439406255927.post-71454175513420602532015-07-22T21:48:00.000+02:002015-07-22T21:48:04.353+02:00LivingOpen your mind<br />
to the possibilities inside<br />
all the wonders and joy<br />
that you like to hide<br />
all those impossible moments<br />
you would never have felt<br />
if you’d just let yourself<br />
stay on that shelf<br />
if you’d never allowed<br />
yourself to feel<br />
all the happy moments<br />
that can be real<br />
you’d still be sitting there<br />
alone and crying<br />
so unhappy<br />
thinking of dying<br />
if you’d never allowed<br />
yourself to believe<br />
that you could let<br />
yourself truly live.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">© 21/07/2015.</span>Dragonsbanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14020393287693595349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066279439406255927.post-73217874287977064032015-07-17T20:43:00.000+02:002015-07-17T20:43:52.695+02:00You Don't Know MeI am many things<br />
fleeting colours, sounds<br />
sometimes remembered –<br />
I get around<br />
But you don’t know me<br />
<br />
My outward face<br />
the never-shifting mask<br />
rarely seen beyond<br />
and few who ask<br />
But you don’t see me<br />
<br />
I am darkness<br />
I am pain<br />
but beauty<br />
for those who remain<br />
But not<br />
you<br />
<br />
In blindness<br />
you stumble away<br />
I set you free<br />
You will never<br />
know<br />
me.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">© 17/07/2015.</span>Dragonsbanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14020393287693595349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066279439406255927.post-24351298285148055662015-07-13T12:10:00.000+02:002015-07-29T20:56:49.122+02:00The RipperA drop<br />
a single drop –<br />
red – falls<br />
slowly to the ground<br />
it makes no sound<br />
as it glides<br />
towards the drain<br />
Another joins it<br />
the only testimony<br />
that there was pain<br />
For now<br />
all is silent<br />
bar the rhythmic<br />
drip, drip<br />
of her life that was<br />
flowing away<br />
She died today<br />
with empty words<br />
in her arms<br />
fooled by his<br />
softly-spoken charms<br />
One quick flash of his razor<br />
and she was<br />
no more.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">© 13/07/2015.</span>Dragonsbanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14020393287693595349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066279439406255927.post-57291070065824143422015-07-13T12:05:00.002+02:002015-07-13T12:05:54.010+02:00A Sea DreamSmells and sounds<br />
fluidity, the ocean<br />
beauty abounds<br />
caught up in the motion<br />
of pure devotion<br />
Caressing my skin<br />
as I let you in<br />
and fall at your feet<br />
to set myself free<br />
For a single moment<br />
I believe.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">© 06/07/2015.</span>Dragonsbanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14020393287693595349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066279439406255927.post-35003801750015052372015-07-09T23:52:00.000+02:002015-07-09T23:52:57.492+02:00Who Are We…Who are we to judge<br />
Those lining the streets in despair<br />
beggars! druggies! bums!<br />
when all they need is someone to care.<br />
<br />
Who are we to damn<br />
the mentally ill who cut and cry<br />
attention seeker! nothing wrong! just sad!<br />
she’s been abandoned and now just wants to die.<br />
<br />
Who are we to laugh at<br />
the disabled, however they are<br />
look at him! midget! ugly!<br />
so what if they have lifelong scars.<br />
<br />
Who are we to criticise<br />
the poor needing extra handouts<br />
scrounger! lazy! get a job!<br />
his kids now starve ‘cos his benefits were cut.<br />
<br />
You don’t know what we’ve been through<br />
how dare you attack our self-esteem<br />
one day you might find yourself there<br />
then you will know what it means!<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">© 09/07/2015.</span>Dragonsbanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14020393287693595349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066279439406255927.post-82205467052507613392015-07-07T21:44:00.000+02:002015-07-07T21:44:18.982+02:00ReleaseI throw sand at the wind<br />
watch it scatter, like my thoughts<br />
the tide is coming in<br />
to take them all away<br />
<br />
Memories long gone<br />
many worlds, never visited<br />
time moves ever on<br />
as the tide ebbs slowly in<br />
<br />
Songs I’ve never sung<br />
former friends, long forgotten<br />
many things I should have done<br />
time already moved on<br />
<br />
Water laps at my feet<br />
washing pain from my soul<br />
I cannot admit defeat<br />
but more I could have done<br />
<br />
Reminders of me<br />
in the sea, in the wind<br />
they help set me free<br />
I will not admit defeat<br />
<br />
One last look at the ocean<br />
I walk away, renewed<br />
a new start set in motion<br />
I am finally set free.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">© 07/07/2015.</span>Dragonsbanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14020393287693595349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066279439406255927.post-34944298985999376942015-05-25T13:32:00.001+02:002015-05-25T13:32:34.220+02:00Lost in a MomentHours become days<br />
days become weeks<br />
weeks become years<br />
time disappears<br />
Falling into the great abyss<br />
gone forever, now nothingness<br />
as if it never did exist<br />
bar the loose memories in our minds<br />
We lost track of time<br />
whilst we were entwined<br />
with our multitude of thoughts.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">© 06/08/2013.</span>Dragonsbanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14020393287693595349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066279439406255927.post-67221213508472894652015-04-16T16:21:00.000+02:002015-04-16T16:21:52.048+02:00A Political Fairy TaleIn a broken world<br />
where only lies remain<br />
Where no amount of kindness<br />
can clear that stain<br />
We’re stumbling in the silence<br />
of where sanity is removed<br />
Fighting against the corruption<br />
of “new and improved”<br />
Falsely-promoted promises<br />
of a far better world<br />
Where the cream has soured<br />
and the milk has curdled<br />
Too many lies to justify<br />
such wanton destruction<br />
A decaying eyesore<br />
their best construction<br />
A prettily-painted picture<br />
to bring them further glory<br />
Each delicate brushstroke<br />
carefully hiding the true story<br />
They brainwash the masses<br />
with their political fairy tale<br />
And those of us in the know<br />
fight it, to no avail<br />
But when the zombies wake up<br />
and see the truth, they lose hope<br />
And with a forlorn sigh they say:<br />
‘maybe next time, I’ll just not vote.’<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">© 16/04/2015.</span>Dragonsbanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14020393287693595349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066279439406255927.post-6750379771407198082015-04-06T20:32:00.002+02:002015-04-06T20:32:39.535+02:00Wake Me NotLet me sleep and never wake<br />
lest my soul do further break<br />
Let me die within a dream<br />
to save me from my inner scream<br />
All the broken thoughts within my mind<br />
the reminders of so much lost time<br />
Silent turmoil that's never ending<br />
torn limbs can do no more bending<br />
The storm has reached its heady height<br />
soon there'll be only eternal night<br />
So if I happen to never wake<br />
it's because the saving came too late.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">© 06/04/2015.</span>Dragonsbanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14020393287693595349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066279439406255927.post-19152714074302264442015-03-25T17:59:00.002+01:002015-03-25T18:01:05.608+01:00Come What MayWhispers, remnants<br />
slowly dying<br />
Another day<br />
full of long sighing<br />
In wakefulness<br />
we're far from our best<br />
But even in sleep<br />
we find no rest<br />
<br />
Tortured soul<br />
eternally crying<br />
Singing winds<br />
forever lying<br />
A voice, it says<br />
how we are blessed<br />
Though we fear<br />
it does nothing but jest<br />
<br />
We drift away<br />
emptiness on all sides<br />
Impossible to find<br />
some place to hide<br />
From the black of night<br />
that lives in day<br />
That ensures we can never<br />
find our way<br />
<br />
The water we drown in<br />
is too wide<br />
All help and hope<br />
has slowly died<br />
Yet still we look for<br />
one person to say<br />
That they’ll always be there<br />
come what may.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">© 25/03/2015.</span>Dragonsbanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14020393287693595349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066279439406255927.post-6547176547580980822014-02-24T14:57:00.000+01:002014-02-24T14:57:59.144+01:00Fragile PromisesHe came to me<br />
with words made of glass<br />
full of unfulfillable promises<br />
They shone brightly in his light<br />
blinding me with their beauty<br />
He placed them in my hands<br />
with a kiss and a gentle caress –<br />
I believed.<br />
<br />
But then he turned away<br />
and once the light was gone<br />
they shattered<br />
Hundreds of tiny shards<br />
cut into my flesh<br />
leaving raw and bloody wounds.<br />
<br />
If only I'd believed harder<br />
treated them with more care<br />
but none of it was enough<br />
fragile as they were.<br />
<br />
He never returned<br />
but the scars remain<br />
reminders of my broken dreams.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">© 08/01/2014.</span>Dragonsbanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14020393287693595349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066279439406255927.post-92147347772136359122014-02-23T13:19:00.000+01:002014-02-23T13:19:13.486+01:00Stormy SeasThe waves roll high<br />
on the seas of regret<br />
reminding me of things<br />
I thought I’d never forget<br />
Bringing back to my eyes<br />
scenes long past<br />
wonders and longing –<br />
I’m lashed to its mast.<br />
<br />
My ship brought me back<br />
to visit your shore<br />
to give me one last look<br />
at what went before<br />
Now it moves me forward<br />
fights hard against the wind<br />
until the memories are forgotten<br />
and the pain once more dimmed.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">© 23/02/2014.</span>Dragonsbanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14020393287693595349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066279439406255927.post-88490015106149316792012-07-11T15:50:00.000+02:002012-07-11T15:50:57.791+02:00The Music GroupDancing whilst it is light<br />
playing our days away<br />
singing a beautiful song<br />
while the audience smiles and sways<br />
<br />
And come the night time<br />
we'll play some more<br />
letting the colours flow further<br />
and then dancing till we’re sore.<br />
<br />
For every frown<br />
there comes a smile<br />
even if sometimes<br />
you must wait a while<br />
<br />
But for everyone<br />
young or old<br />
at the end of the day<br />
pleasant stories are told.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">© 08/07/2012.</span>Dragonsbanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14020393287693595349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066279439406255927.post-5185363135128682102012-06-15T19:17:00.000+02:002012-07-11T16:14:42.685+02:00Truth and LiesThe truth, a stinging whiplash<br />
that cauterises my wounds<br />
Its light of burning amber<br />
is burnt out all too soon.<br />
What I once believed<br />
is now something I can’t afford<br />
All because of someone<br />
who was too lazy to lock their door.<br />
Happiness that was hard won<br />
now thrown as food to the birds<br />
All those memories I’d held dear<br />
now just rancid milk curds.<br />
You told me that there was nothing<br />
more real than the two of us<br />
But now I look upon the lies<br />
of the fairy tale that never was.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">© 15/06/2012.</span>Dragonsbanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14020393287693595349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066279439406255927.post-31273299330357006552012-04-10T16:28:00.000+02:002012-04-10T16:31:21.425+02:00Starting OverEverything that once was<br />
I put it to you<br />
Everything that could have been<br />
I lay them here too<br />
All those things<br />
I could have known<br />
All those items<br />
I wanted to own<br />
<br />
I lay them on the ground<br />
without a sound<br />
Then walk away<br />
to a new day<br />
<br />
A new beginning.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">© 10/04/2012.</span>Dragonsbanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14020393287693595349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066279439406255927.post-41257589056678491032012-04-09T12:45:00.000+02:002012-04-09T12:50:38.401+02:00FantasiesIf I were born in a mythical world<br />
I wonder who’d I’d have been<br />
A prince or princess<br />
in the most elegant dress<br />
made out of the finest satins<br />
Or perhaps a pauper,<br />
a fishmonger’s daughter,<br />
set for a life of hard labour<br />
Who’d dream of princes<br />
and the tastiest minces<br />
then marry the son of the neighbour<br />
And would there be dragons<br />
perhaps even gryphons<br />
in this world of fantasy?<br />
Maybe talking cats<br />
and egg-laying bats<br />
all living together harmoniously.<br />
<br />
But I am me with all my quirks<br />
and sit here with my dreams<br />
With my fairy-tale-long hair<br />
and oft mystical airs<br />
I am never who I might seem<br />
My many tattoos<br />
give few clues<br />
to the person lying inside<br />
A friend, a foe<br />
who could know<br />
because I always like to hide<br />
But for those I like<br />
I just might<br />
give a hint or two<br />
Then let you in<br />
to the fantasy within<br />
tucked between the imaginings of you.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">© 09/04/2012.</span>Dragonsbanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14020393287693595349noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066279439406255927.post-83594261231280943762012-02-15T14:35:00.000+01:002012-02-15T14:35:30.654+01:00Love's LullabySleep my love,<br />
the day is done,<br />
but I’ll still hold you close,<br />
as we rest, as one.<br />
<br />
Dream my love,<br />
and I’ll fill your mind,<br />
with our beautiful memories,<br />
to last for all time.<br />
<br />
Wake my love,<br />
I hold you still in my arms,<br />
and will stay by your side,<br />
as the new day is begun.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">© 26/09/2011.</span>Dragonsbanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14020393287693595349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066279439406255927.post-5643987743971848532012-02-14T00:20:00.000+01:002012-02-14T01:04:02.449+01:00Threads of TimeThe lines<br />
that intertwine<br />
Weaving between<br />
the worlds, unseen<br />
Dancing around<br />
without a sound<br />
Letting you breathe<br />
letting you believe<br />
A brief moment<br />
of emotional torrent<br />
A slight touch<br />
a little too much<br />
<br />
Before leaving once more<br />
but not the same as before.<br />
<br />
The world is changed in its wake.<br />
<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">© 05/02/2012.</span></div>Dragonsbanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14020393287693595349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066279439406255927.post-33943772096779117392012-02-13T23:58:00.001+01:002015-03-25T18:09:11.153+01:00About this blog...Now I've never liked writing proper "about" descriptions at the top! But, anyway... As I ought to write an about, here goes... I love writing, poetry or stories (which this blog is intended for) and music, too (which you won't see here, as I have another blog for that!). I've been intending to make a book for all my older poems, but in the meantime... I keep writing! So... This page is for those newer ones, as they appear! Enjoy! :)Dragonsbanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14020393287693595349noreply@blogger.com0