My Own Personal ‘Fuck You!’

My Poetry

*** This is the latest poem that I have been working on; it is extremely different to my usual style, but the theme is something that I feel very strongly about. This is my response to a very difficult situation. They may silence us by refusing to listen, by forcing us to stay quiet, by twisting our words, or talking over us; but they will NEVER stop the truth from getting out. I will use my writing, I will use my contacts, and I will make sure I have my say one way or another. I am sure that many people have been screwed over the way that I have, and been unable to do anything about it. We NEED our voices to be heard, and for these incompetent, wastes of space to be held accountable for their actions and their screw ups. Please enjoy…. this is just the start.***

 

My Own Personal ‘Fuck You’.

My fate is sealed.
In their hands they hold the power to destroy me.
Unjustly they use their position to wield threats
in order to force my compliance.
How is it fair that one person can have precedence over another?
That their job title gives them free rein to wreak havoc
on a world which is not their own?
Under duress I yield;
I have no choice but to take the lesser of 2 evils.
A life destroyed by a web of lies
weaved from the very organisations set up to protect the innocent;
but which instead demolish the
vulnerable that they proclaim to help.
Too much control is given to incompentant narcissists;
and I fear for a future, governed by such a flawed system.
I am set up for failure –
unable to trust the very people upon which I depend :
backed into a corner,
I refuse to learn my place!

This Is Not A Cry For Help.

My Poetry

Let’s just say that I have been going through a bad time at the moment. Living in your own head is hard enough at the best of times, but when situation and circumstance are dragging you down, and ganging up on you, your head and mind become your own worst enemies. Sometimes it is difficult to stay strong when the whole world is against you, and you feel as though you are completely alone.

 

This is not a cry for help.
We have long passed the point of subtle hints
And dark thoughts veiled in jokes.
No, this is not a cry for help.
When begging for someone to listen has failed
And no one wanted to know;
Remember …
This is no longer a cry for help.

 

 

3 Poets – 3 Books – 1 Launch — pAul B mOrris

Poetry Anthologies, Uncategorized

 

I will be attending this event, and reading as part of the open mic section. Really looking forward to hearing the work of some extremely talented poets. These guys are awesome, so if you are in – or can get to – Walsall, I highly recommend that you come along!

 

 

The event will feature poetry readings from each author and a poetry open mic session.

via 3 Poets – 3 Books – 1 Launch — pAul B mOrris 

No Time For Goodbyes

My Poetry

Let’s just say that I have been going through a bad time at the moment. Living in your own head is hard enough at the best of times, but when situation and circumstance are dragging you down, and ganging up on you, your head and mind become your own worst enemies. Sometimes it is difficult to stay strong when the whole world is against you, and you feel as though you are completely alone.

 

Let the waves run crimson

Their ebb and flow in synch

with my fast fading pulse.

I have died alone too many times

to bat an eye at this latest disaster –

drowned in many a tidal wave before now.

Let me sink into the warmth

No time for goodbyes.