Torment.

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It rages in my head
It’s hunger goes unfed.
Crawling like an almighty dread,
Screaming, groaning, clawing at my head.

The need and greed consumes me,
It ripples through my brain
Pushing me beyond the brink of pain.
To lift me high then dash me down again .

They crawl and grab
They lunge and stab.
Body to body soul to soul
They creep through my head to reach their goal.

They grapple they bite and suck.
I cry and curse my luck.
The sword fights the cross
It starts to burn
Thundering through my head I yearn.

To be eased, appeased
Sated and pleased.
Barren dried out and teased.
It is eating me up never letting me rest.
I need it, I demand it this is not a request.
It’s driving me mad
Making me sad.
I anger my friends and strangers think I’m mad.

It is gnawing me, goring me,
Splitting me in two
They all creep inside me what am I to do.
Help me, help me I am going mad
Oh! just forget it, it’s all so freaking sad!

Song Lyric Sunday. The Ugly side of humanity.

Jim Adams

It’s Sunday and time for Jim Adams Song Lyric Sunday. This weeks prompt was suggested by Amy Braun, ☆ai love music☆ aisasami.

December 26, 2021 – Anger, Frustration, Furious, Irritated, Mad, Provoked, Revenge

Okay this week I have picked three songs that perfectly reflect all of the above emotions. The Beast is a situation I know well you think a day or evening out out has gone well , on the way home you feel the ice cold of negative feelings taking over. You get in the door and it all explodes!

The moment I said it. Another situation where a simple sentence, word or even look can trigger absolute misery. There’s no clawing back from this situation.

Finally Just for now, it’s all about Christmas and it’s brilliantly writing to show how awful Christmas can be sometimes. The pits.

Imogen heap my favourite singer songwriter musician.

Imogen Jennifer Heap (born 9 December 1977) is an English singer, musician, songwriter and record producer. Her work has been considered pioneering in pop and electropop music.

Heap classically trained in piano, cello and clarinet starting at a young age. She began writing songs at the age of 13 and, while attending boarding school, taught herself music production. After being discovered by manager Mickey Modern while attending the BRIT School, Heap signed to independent record label Almo Sounds at the age of 18 and later began working with experimental pop band Acacia. She released her debut album, an alternative rock record, I Megaphone, in 1998. In early 2002, Heap and English record producer Guy Sigsworth formed the electronic duo Frou Frou and released their only album to date, Details (2002).

Her second studio album, Speak for yourself was released in 2005 on her own label, Megaphonic Records, and was certified gold in the United States and Canada. The album spawned three singles: “Headlock“, “Goodnight and Go“, which became her highest-charting single as a lead artist on the UK Singles Chart, and “Hide and Seek“, which was certified gold in the United States and gained popularity after being used in the Fox teen drama television series The O.C.. Heap’s third studio album, Ellipse (2009), peaked in the top five of the Billboard 200 chart and received mostly positive reviews. This was followed by her fourth studio album, Sparks (2014). In 2017, she reunited with Sigsworth as part of Frou Frou.

Heap developed the Mi.Mu Gloves, a line of musical gloves, as well as a blockchain-based music-sharing program, Mycelia. She also composed the music for the West End/Broadway play Harry Potter and the Cursed Child. Over the course of her career, she has received two Grammy Awards, one Ivor Novello Award and one Drama Desk Award. In July 2019, Heap was awarded an honorary doctorate from Berklee College of Music.

Bonus Track on Revenge.

CeeLo Green and Fuck You. An ultimate revenge song…No apologies for the lyrics.

Fuck You” (stylized as “Fuck You!” or “F**k You!“), known as “Forget You” or “FU” for the clean versions, is a song by American recording artist CeeLo Green. It was written as a collaboration among Green, Bruno Marsthe Smeezingtons, and Brody Brown, and produced by the Smeezingtons. It was released on August 19, 2010, as the first single from Green’s third solo studio album, The Lady Killer (2010). “Fuck You” received acclaim from music critics, and was an international commercial success, making the top-10 in thirteen countries, including topping charts in the United Kingdom, and number two on the Billboard Hot 100.

Well HAPPY SUNDAY everyone. I hope you are all well and have had a wonderful Christmas 💜

One-Liner Wednesday.11th September 2019.

Men!

#1linerWeds. Devised by Lindaghill.

This Week’s Twittering Tales #153 – 10 September 2019 – Photo Prompt

Photo by Nadiya Ploschenko at Unsplash.com

The Return.

Headlights pierced the room through the blinds. Oh! No she thought he’s back. The stress filled her body, why she asked herself, every time she thought she could relax he came home. Oh! Well that’s the end of her rest, best get him a cuppa and some food and of course the remote!
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This is part of Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales.

WHY

Why am I so angry why am I so low

You’re driving me to distraction why, I do not know.

Always putting everyone else first, but not me.

Always pardoning everything for reasons I can’t see.

If I try to tell you to let others take their turn

You turn on me and give that look that sting like a burn.

I sick of being the baddy, having to zip my mouth.

Why not put me first, and stop me heading south!

Christmas Lies Bleeding

 

It  is gathering , it is growing  as it does  this time of year.

It is clawing my guts  out, as it shuffles  near.

It is spitting in  my face  and  screaming in my ear.

I am being wrenched  apart happy Christmas  my dear

 

Nobody ever does anything for  you..

Do you really believe that  crap is  really  true

Na  it couldn’t  be anything  you do…….. could it?

 

It always  happens at Christmas I have  to ask you why .

Why  take it up and screw it up, watch it bleed gasp  for air  and die!

Go on, make your selfish demands on me ,

Make  me  make the choices I never want ..never  set me fucking free.

 

Nobody ever does anything for  you..

Do you really believe that  crap is  really  true

Na  it couldn’t  be anything  you do…….. could it?

 

Bleed me  cut  me throw me in the gutter .

Make  me choose what I do not want, what the fuck  does it matter.

No doubt  you will relent  ungraciously  then be

The biggest  martyr you can, and blame your grief on me.

 

Nobody ever does anything for  you..

Do you really believe that  crap is  really  true

Na  it couldn’t  be anything  you do…….. could it?

 

Yes I bloody hate Christmas.  All it brings  is grief, arguments  and hurt.

Under  the pretence  of rejoicing many a  poor soul is being dragged  through  the dirt!

Adverts on the TV  show perfect families  enjoying the festive fayre.

It makes me want to choke  I don’t believe it, and I  think it so unfair

To ram  these lies of “happy happy times” right  down our throats .

It is just another bloody day

Everything that’s wrong still there  beneath  the  sugar  coat.

They’ll still be  there  tomorrow and  not  magically  go away

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A rework  of  a poem  I  wrote  for  NABLOPOMO back in  NOV 2013

Please  excuse  the language   and  remember  it is  a poem.

Wordless Wednesday: Frustration! 

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The Wall

The invisible wall

We travel together , but apart

Your distance from me is braking my heart.

Our seats are side by side

Yet as you sit down you build  a wall  behind which  you  hide.

We move along together but in our separate ways

In silence we start and end our days .

I set the table with cloth and crockery

Put down the food which we eat ,nothing to say? It is all a mockery.

We are busy  avoiding the truth, all the time.

You with your work and I with mine .

When did this all happen  were did our love go.

Now there is a huge void between us it is physical I cannot get through it 0r round it, I have tried, you must know.

We disembark together collect our luggage and the car

Then continue the journey , I read as you drive far.

I reach out to touch you I see that flinch

Am I that awful that simple contact  makes you wince ?

We look at the scenery and discuss the flight

We talk but we do not communicate, there is no reaching each other, now that is not right.

We book in jointly and walk up the stairs

I draw in the scenery. You pour us a drink we chink glasses, cheers!

I need you to see me, I need to see you.

We must work together, you know that is true.

Brick by brick the wall has to go

But I need your help .You already know.

We walk through the field inches apart

Yet miles of ice caverns separate our hearts.

Sitting on the pier surrounded by sea

I can’t scale the emptiness can you come to me?

sunset

We enjoy the sun set and say how gold are it’s last rays ,

We are good at that, joining to give away praise.

I look at you and you avert your eyes

I know you are not with me but with her, another part of me dies.

We need to be honest and work this all out

We still have a chance to turn this about.

Our paths may be different and take us apart

But we need to discover what is left in our hearts.

It may mean we no longer present this united front.

Let take up sledge hammers and smash this wall , lets be blunt.

We are not living in this relationship its true ,

And it is not enough for either of us to continue as we do.

We need to be honest we need to talk ,

It scares the hell out of me and I know you’d rather just walk.

We could face the facts and work out what to do

I have said my piece now it is up to you!

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A poem  I  wrote   in 2011

EvDaDaDec : Can’t cut the cord.

He is sad now, lost and lonely  full of regret

Thinking now of what he thought he had

She has moved on  she found it easier to forget.

It hurts, it really does. He wants to run, to feel less sad!

I bleed for him I really do, they say you feel their pain, it’s true.

I want to hold him I want to hug him. Take the  pain he’s had.

I am so far away from him and it hurts that there is nothing I can do.

He is special he is precious I hate to see him hurt again. I feel for what  he had.

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When  they are  young they  brake  your  back  when the grow  they break  your  heart!

So  true .

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I apologize  I  just  could not post  yesterday  so her is an extra EvDaDaDec

NaBloPoMo: Christmas Lies Bleeding

It  is gathering , it is growing  as it does  this time of year.

It is clawing my guts  out  as it shuffles up to me near.

It is spitting in  my face  and  screaming in my ear.

I am being wrenched  apart happy Christmas  my dear

Nobody ever does anything for  you.. do you really believe that  crap. Do you really think its  true.

Na  it couldn’t  be anything  you do…….. could it?

 

It always  happens at Christmas I have  to ask you why . Why  take it up and screw it up  , step on it, kick it … watch it bleed  to death, gasp  for air  and die!

Go on, Go on, make your selfish demands on me , make  me  make the choices I never want ..never  set me fucking free.

Bleed me  cut  cut  throw me in the gutter . Make  me choose what I do not want, what the fuck  does it matter.

No doubt  you will relent  ungraciously  then be  the biggest  martyr you can  and blame your grief on me.

 

Yes I bloody hate Christmas.  All it brings  is grief, arguments  and hurt.

Under  the pretence  of rejoicing many a  poor soul is being dragged  through  the dirt!

The  adverts on the TV  show  the perfect families  enjoying the festive fayre.

It makes me want to choke  I don’t believe it, and I  think it so unfair

To ram  these lies of “happy happy times” right  down our throats . It is just another bloody day

All the things  that are wrong  are still there  and  they  will not  magically  go away!

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