Shut out.

Shut out

Lost am l

In this dark tunnel

Without hope

Bleak heart full

Of much regret and sadness

No hope left for me.

ūüĖ§ūüĖ§ūüĖ§

Joy denied

Shut out in the cold

No entry

Just exiled

There’s no chance of redemption

My soul is not free.

Song Lyric Sunday : Say goodnight and Go!

Song Lyric Sunday

Fresh ¬†from ¬†an idea ¬†from HELEN ESPINOSA’S ¬†blog. ¬†Here is ¬†the ¬†pingback

My ¬†song ¬†this ¬†week , my ¬†second ¬†week, ¬†is ¬†an old ¬†favourite ¬†of ¬†mine ¬† from ¬†Imogen Heap,” Say ¬†goodnight ¬†and ¬†go. ‘

On  the  face of it  this  is  a very  happy  little  song  but on  closer  listening  to the lyrics  you  discover  that  it  is  a song

about a ¬†stalker, who is infatuated ¬†with ¬†a ¬†lad ¬†she knows….. ¬† Her ¬†love is ¬†totally ¬†unrequited,she ¬†wants ¬†more ¬†than ¬†he has

to offer ! I ¬†don’t ¬†know ¬†why ¬†I just ¬†love ¬†the ¬†song !

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IMOGEN HEAP LYRICS

¬†“Goodnight And Go”

Say goodnight and go.
Woah woah. Woah woah

Skipping beats, blushing cheeks I am struggling
Daydreaming, bed scenes in the corner café
And then I’m left in bits recovering tectonic tremblings
You get me every time

Why d’ya have to be so cute?
It’s impossible to ignore you
Must you make me laugh so much
It’s bad enough we get along so well
Say goodnight and go

Follow you home, you’ve got your headphones on and you’re dancing
Got lucky, beautiful shot you taking everything off watch the curtains wide open
Then you fall in the same routine flicking through the TV relaxed and reclining
And you think you’re alone…

Why d’ya have to be so cute?
It’s impossible to ignore you
Must you make me laugh so much
It’s bad enough we get along so well
Say goodnight and go

One of these days, you’ll miss your train and come stay with me
We’ll have drinks and talk about things, any excuse to stay awake with you
You’ll sleep here, I’ll sleep there, but then the heating may be down again
at my convenience
we’d be good, we’d be great together.

[Sigh]
Go!

Say goodnight and go,
why’s it always always
goodnight and go
Darling not again
Goodnight and go

Writer: Imogen Jennifer Heap
Copyright: Imagem Songs Ltd.

Lyrics  found  at  AZLyrics

 

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Helen  invites everyone who would like to play along so we can share some fantastic music together.

Here are the rules for Song Lyric Sunday:

  • Post the lyrics to a favorite song or a new song you want to share
  • Make sure you credit the singer/band and provide a link to where you found the lyrics
  • Link to the YouTube video, or pull it into your post so others can listen to the song
  • Ping back to my post that will go up every Sunday by 9am MST
  • Check out at least one other person‚Äôs blog so we can all share new and fantastic music and create amazing new blogging friends in the process

 

Stream Of Conciousness Saturday: Almost But Not Quite

I almost  got it right

I almost  topped  the  bill tonight

Most times  no one notices me at all

Tonight I  shone  tonight  I made  the most  of all!

 

I almost jumped  the moon tonight

Swung from a star almost got it right

Most of  all I excelled , most of  all I flew

Almost caught  your eye, most  of  all I tried, true.

 

 

This  part  of  the Linda G Hill  Stream  of  Consciousness Saturday.

Linda ¬†said : “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: ‚Äúalmost.‚Ä̬† Use it however you‚Äôd like. Have fun! Here ¬†are ¬†the ¬†rules.¬†

1. Your post must be a stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing, (typos can be fixed) and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence ‚Äď one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry ‚Äď it doesn‚Äôt matter. Just let the words carry you along until you‚Äôre ready to stop.

3. There will be a prompt every week. I will post the prompt here on my blog on Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say ‚ÄúWrite about dogs‚ÄĚ; the prompt will be more like, ‚ÄúMake your first sentence a question,‚ÄĚ or ‚ÄúBegin with the word ‚ÄėThe‚Äô.‚ÄĚ

4. Ping back! It‚Äôs important, so that I and other people can come and read your post! For example, in your post you can write ‚ÄúThis post is part of SoCS:‚ÄĚ and then copy and paste the URL found in your address bar at the top of this post into yours.¬† Your link will show up in my comments, for everyone to see. The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top.

5. Read at least one other person‚Äôs blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read everyone‚Äôs! If you‚Äôre the first person to link back, you can check back later, or go to the previous week, by following my category, ‚ÄúStream of Consciousness Saturday,‚ÄĚ which you‚Äôll find right below the ‚ÄúLike‚ÄĚ button on my post.

6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!

7. Have fun!

 

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Abandoned

They found  her curled up  in the suitcase, childlike.

Peaceful  and  gently  beautiful all the pain gone.

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She  waited, empty  lean  years , her  suitcase  packed.

He ¬†promised ¬†he’d ¬†come ¬†for her, ¬†he promised ¬†he’d come ¬†back.

At first  she lived  a  normal  life  going about  the  everyday  things

Yet  she  waited  and  hoped  and spurned  love  and the  joy  it  could bring.

 

The  days  were  not  too bad  but  the nights  took  their  toll.

She  yearned  for him  and the need  grew after dark . It  ate  her  soul.

Suitors took the  walk  to her  door  but  none  of  them  got  past  the start

None  ever  matched up  to  him , the  man  who  had stolen  her  heart.

 

She  died  an  old  maid, aunt  and  friend  to  many

Dreams  and  promises  broken. The  man  did not keep  any.

Lovers  she  could  of had, remembered  her  with a  smile

The ¬†room and ¬†the ¬†suitcase ¬†stand ¬†testament to ¬†her ¬†love all the while ……..

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Art work   by kind  permission of   John Grant  from his  blog  Meticulous Mick 

 

EvDaDaDec : 15/12/20 Little Mae and Polar Bear

And so  the dawn  creeps up relieving   the night of her  dark shroud .

The  sky looked as barren and empty  as  the land not  a fleck of cloud!

From out of  nowhere  came  two  visitors so beautiful  were they.

Horses  stallion and mare . They had come  to greet and  from here  to carry  the child  and Mae.

 

Polar Bear was pleased  to meet them, the Winter Queen  knew  them of old.

Mae and  the child  both  mounted  the mare  Mae  cuddled  her brother  against  the cold.

The  Winter  Queen  took to the Stallion who she rode  with pride

Her Polar  Bears unjealous trotted at  her side !

 

So they travelled across the  frozen wasteland

That was once  her home  the child with eyes  wide held tight  to her  hand.

Polar  Bear  walked  silent  behind relieved  to be on the move again

He only had one wish to return  to his  human frame

Poor Polar Bear  was once a man

He  was charged  by  his dying  king  to protect his daughter  the best he can.

The Evil  witch of the East turned him into a Polar Bear

He  very soon fell in  love  with Mae for her  he really cared.

He  spent  two years  protecting Mae before he realized his love was all for her.

 

 

Fate intervenes

Sitting at window each day

He sees her as he passes her way.

He drives to work early you see

And she is usually there  drinking  her cup  of tea.

Each morning as she starts the day

She hopes the loneliness will go away.

With her  cup of tea sitting in the bay

A lovely way to start the lonely  day .

He wonders what she would say

If he plucked up the courage and knocked at her door one day.

Perhaps an evening would be best,

With a bouquet of flowers and in his smartest suit dressed.

Looking out she’d often see the cars passing by while she is sitting there.

A handsome young man always looks her way,

So often now she almost gave  him a wave.

He looks so cute as he catches her eye

Each morning as he passes by.

She wonders would he ever stop

And through her door a note he would drop.

They could meet, that would be great

But just how to curve the paths of fate.

Time moves on and so does he,

He is one she no longer sees.

It is a shame she often thinks

As she sips her morning drinks.

One morning being early for work

She stops for a coffee to give her mind that extra perk.

Standing in the queue eyes wander

Landing on a profile that makes her heart beat stronger.

He parks his car everyday

A tidy walk from his work away.

He likes to exercise, he always wonders if the girl in the bay

Has noticed he no longer passes her way.

She was so cute he thinks of her most every day. As  he stops for coffee at the usual place,

Waiting in the queue he sees a familiar face.

So as they both turn and come face to face

She smiles at him their  hearts  pick up  the pace.

He flashes her his biggest smile

As butterflies tango in his tummy all the while.

Would she like a coffee she hears him ask,

She would and she tells him so,

Shall we drink it here have you time before you have to go.

So shall we leave them sitting there together now at last .

They do look happy to have met. The shop is busy but they are all alone.

After work they both return to meet, she loves her flowers and then he drives her home……..

The stalker ? or the unloved

I held out my hand to you the other day, you bit it off and threw it away. I tried to phone you, I had things I needed to know . I begged for answers you just said NO!

I laid my heart bare the cut sharp and clean  you walk right by me, right through my blood as if you had not seen.

On the bed myself I laid¬† bare you did not show, you just didn’t care. I wore white make up and blacked my hair. As I walked in you just gave me that withering stare.

I walked a mile in bare feet and sat for hours on your street I begged and begged but you would not meet. I sent you messages of un-dying love, dropped red rose petals on you from above.

I lost weight I starved myself I change my image a thousand times , committed several minor crimes. What ever I did you did not want me, you said you would never be mine.

Please notice me

I did my best even proposed on bended knee, you just walk out of the restaurant and made a fool of me. I just don’t know what to do I just need a little nod from you.

Finally I took the hint. I cut my throat and bled to death in your car. At last I thought, I will get your attention. All you said  was stupid bitch this time she has gone too far. You walked away and ordered a valet on your car.

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