Night’s End – Room 101

Let’s do some of these again

I haven’t done this for a while.  101 words.  Sometimes a beginning, sometimes an end.  Or even a frustratingly pointless middle.


Before even opening his eyes Harold knew something had happened.  There was the distinctive metallic taste of blood in his mouth and the smell.  God that smell.

His mind raced and slowly he opened his eyes, expectant.

When they met he thought that she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, but with the colour now drained from her face and her lifeless eyes already clouding over he knew that she was now even more so.

He fought the urge to caress her.  To be with her.

Sighing deep he slipped his legs out of bed.

“Fuck, not again…”

 

Never ever ever

Hallmark this!!

Would I remember our first kiss?

God not a chance I was quite pissed

in fact i don’t recall your name

I think you all look quite the same.

 

I said it’s fine to save your pride

and yes you’re small, Im not that wide

you rattled all around inside

it’s not common as I implied

Well hey your voice was never sweet

not angel like, in fact you bleat

just like a sheep or more like drone

sweet christ can’t wait ’till you go home.

 

I drank too much I will admit

but you, you have to live with it

cos in the night I had to split

when in the bed you shit

 

My mum warned me ’bout girls like you

who drink and smoke and fight and screw

no wonder you came onto me 

youre just no catch, as all can see

Good luck I’m sure you’ll find true love

while up your arse girls things will shove

and things that we just shall not speak of

and none of us are quite proud of

 

 

and no I wont call you again

well I know I’ll forget your name

unless im lonely I might call

hey, better small than none at all

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

No

Feelign a tad more hallmark tonight.

Would I forget, though sands of time

through fingers slipped and whipped away

to who knows where and far and wide

and long forgot they lie?

 

And might those moments held so dear

evaporate like summer showers

and grey clouds form that block the light

that on my face most radiant falls?

 

And might I wonder, in my winter,

eyes grown dim and body frail,

those moments shared so long ago,

that may be mine to recollect?

 

Will I forget, this life, this love

this every morning by your side,

and will I wonder to the darkness

and there without close my eyes?

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lovers

Some corny cheesy rhyming stuff right there…

Somewhere in the dark recess

of thoughts and needs I daren’t confess

are images I do profess

to hold dear to my heart

 

Forged in the confines of my mind

and fires that burn, so bright they blind

me to the truth oh so unkind,

we’ll always be apart.

 

I’ll never feel your sweet embrace

for willingly I take my place

just somewhere else in time and space

blah blah blah blah blah blah


 

Oh god I am stopping right there I hated that it was so rubbish…My heart doesn’t hold dearest sweet images, if anything it would happily choke you maybe.  And who craves such sweet embrace.  Teenagers maybe and those in the first flush of passion but most my age need to get to bed instead of lingering with anything because they will need to get up for a piss at about 3am.

Hmm wonder if I am all poem’d out for a while.

 

 

 

 

 

Depravity

It’s just made up okay, for shits and giggles. Honest. Plus I get to use the dildo bike gif again.

I wonder would you judge me quick

if I confessed to cravings ‘sick’

in some folks eyes, but hey you’d lick

it if you’d not offend

And in your bottom you might place

or rub it all across your face

but you think that it’s a disgrace

or so you might pretend

But hey I know just what you like

search Amazon for ‘Dildo Bike’

they even do it as a trike

just say it’s for a ‘Friend’

You want it dripping from your lips

all down your stomach, on your hips

you’d eat it with some nice corn chips

I know how much you’d spend

On what you want and what you need

your darkest cravings then to feed

consuming it, ravenous greed

you’d suck it ’till the end

And yes I know that you resisted

Tarmacking or getting fisted

And Japanese stuff super twisted

But you would I know my friend.

So let’s not judge, you filled the gaps

in what I wrote and yeah perhaps

you might blame me for your dark lapse

but that thought I would contend

Cold

Yup. Words. Stuff.

Though once you shone so very bright

and blinded me with all you were,

and could and, god, so should have been.

 

When time and life had took its toll

and each decision, each wrong turn,

had lead us to this desperate end.

 

I see you lying,  turned to dust,

and all you shone on dead and cold

and turn my back and walk away

In search of sun and light once more.

 

 

Sorry

More words…

I know forgiveness, though do not crave

For I know it’s not deserved.

For wages given for the cost

of deeds and words and thought

is price that’s due and fair.

Each costly syllable, falls harsh from lips

like coins into the street.

And spills away in torrents fierce

that swirl and sweep all clean.

And grace bestowed from tender heart

Gave freely without ask

Calls to forget and paths to take

From shadows into light

Yet self forgiving costs far more

And often twice requested

Or more until the debt repaid

And empty then moves on

Always and never

More words…

No sun, nor lamp nor candle bright

can lift the shadows of such loss

as when a heart once deeply loved

alone once more exists.

 

And whilst time heals and burdens shared

will make the path trod lighter, still

such pain it must endure and knowing

scars make tougher skin.

 

Though hope eternal shines afar

such roads that lead there do diverge

and oft meander far from where

sweet rest and hearth are found.

 

Tumultuous

Some words.

Were I steel made, I would soon turn to rust

For the tears I have shed for this love

How your heart turned to stone, cold and grey like the skies,

and your tempest consumed all we had.

Filled with fear I was flung

Flotsam carried ashore

on the storm driven surge of regret.

To the last I persist, foolish, try one more time

though the wind batters still I stand tall.

Turn my back to the gale, close my eyes, try to smile

Walk to shelter, storm fades, one last time

Never, ever, yours…

Some words.

Within my heart there is a page

where words I scrawl at night,

and tears cause ink to slowly bleed

Where down my cheeks like night they run

and scars form in my flesh.

A madness takes it’s cackling hold

and mocking screams into my face,

with wild eyed he repeats the words,

the things I should have said to you,

that haunt me to this day…

Regret

More sombre words. I will cheer up in February.

Were I to hold you one last time

and speak of costly acts,

forgiveness I would beg of you

and head bowed, shamed confess.

To all the words I did not speak

the times I chose to stray

and when I did not put you first

and selfish justified

my need to satisfy and still

well feed my greed did grow

until you withered, learned to cope

much stronger all alone…

and skin turned thick

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Tomorrow

Yup. Words that rhyme, Miserable ones. I should go do a limerick instead.

Tomorrows gone and moments lost

my foolishness paid such dear cost

and cold your heart beats ‘neath the frost,

neglected and forlorn.

.

And helpless still I stand and wait

through love, obsession, anger, hate

the path you walk that leaves my gate

feet ragged, red and torn.

.

These hearts they beat, betray with ease

the soul and mind and flesh to please

yet easy tossed upon the breeze

and dressed in black they mourn.

.

The back and forth, the give and take

the fire, desire, the longing ache

such foolish ways, the paths we take

until, at last, a dawn.

 

 

 

 

Pieces

Bit creepy tbh

Her dreams take flight when night time falls

with broken wings and gaping mouths

on flesh most plump and pink they feed

and restless to her breast return.

.

In those dark moments where dread lives

they feed on dreams of lies,

betrayal, envy, pain and grief.

Fat bellied, red eyes wild.

.

Each tender morsel on her lips

they live to feed her wrath

and wild she calls into the night

and summons to her halls.

.

The lost, the damned, the incomplete

the broken and the doomed

and in her arms and cold caress

they cease, to dream no more.

 

 

Haiku

Just a normal haiku. Makes me feel a little dirty to be honest with you.

Rains turn autmn rust

and withering falll from bough

under foot to die


 

Oh I really don’t know about that.  I even had to google ‘bough’.  I mean I had to sit and consider the beauty of nature, how it made me feel, what emotions it evokes.  That’s a lot of effort.

Far easier just rhyming Cock, sock and rock for a dirty limerick I reckon.

 

 

 

Ever after

Just some more words on a page…

Entwined and blind we tumble lost

through space like dying suns.

And embers flicker, light grown dim

beyond the stars we slowly spin

and every morning still we seek

forever brighter days.

And skies explode, like tears stars fall

down forever’s inky cheeks

and moon grows feint, and lights go out

alone we still persist

and neither time, nor void, nor night

recalls how bright we burned.


This was one of those I wrote whilst on a call at work. I believe it was all about stakeholder management.

Id say dull but I was hosting it…;)

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