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As the seasons change and the warm weather has turned to that of the cold and inhuman taste of autumn, it is time for the reader to huddle down below the blankets with her cup of cocoa and read something horrific but true. Here is a collection of poetry that will slice you apart from the very first page, bouncing from one cruel and grim story to another. There are tales of wisdom and joy and yes there are tales of graveyard debauchery, tales of unwanted identities, a twist of life after death and just a hint of necrophilia.
Halloween is only one day in an uneventful year but reading this kind of poetry will satisfy all your grim whims and sadistic sarcasm, just turn the page to be transported into a never ending truth trail of lust and corruption, this is the gateway to the spirit world, this is the way down to the underworld, this is Just 16.
This indie poet continues to surprise his readers with his wit and unlimited imaginary, painting a picture of words that is simple to read but ingenious in the making, not everyone will like the grim tales that this collection holds but they will read this poetry with a smile nonetheless.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016
Just like all good horror stories
Our true tale starts on a
Darkest, cruellest autumn Monday,
When it is too cold to get out of bed
You curse at the vexatious alarm clock
Wishing for, hoping for a better way
As your tumble around the cold flat
You are blind as a bat at midday
Stumbling over one cat and then the other
Craving it was Saturday
The zombie in the mirror looks back at you
Your hair is almost standing on its ends
Your throat is dry like a sandpaper sandwich
Reminding you those weekdays always ends
Time to charge
Time to recharge
Time to take a little hit
Time to relight the fuse
Some espresso coffee will do it
The strongest you will use
Then lightning strikes and you are in the news
Full of ideas and points of views
Ready to face another mundane day at work
Through floods and blizzards and god knows what
And you take the world on your shoulders
You never felt so energized
But this is the high of a caffeine kick
You will soon be back down to size
Discharged
Deflated
Depressed
Irate
It is just another Monday
Too bloody tired to drag your ass
To the filthy looking car
That looks tired too
It has got to get you to work
On time but no time soon
Maybe we should stop off
Waste another five minutes
With another coffee
Time to charge
Time to recharge
Extra sugar
No time to stir!
Feeling ecstatic and energised
Charging the light brigade
Feeling 600 volts of cannon fire
Into the valley of death you’ve returned
But it is never ever enough
The horror show that is Monday is rough
Through stormy seas you sit on a paper boat
While the world passes by and gloats
At silly old you
Just trying to get through
Another cursed day
In this godforsaken place
Trying to cut some slack
And win this human race
And charging through walls of lead
Cutting through diamonds with a fist
Lifting the Himalayas onto your shoulders
Bowling the earth into skittles
Sweets tasting of sugar
Coloured with beetle juice
An instant rotting effect
I think a few screws have come loose
You need to charge into the day
You need to recharge your batteries
It is a never ending viscous circle
While fantasying of eating cotton candy
With energy comes a storm
Then there comes a power surge
Just when you are recharging your phone
Comes the usual power cut
In the dark
Feeling cold
Battery low
Fading signs of life…
There is not enough romance in living
When you don’t live between the roses
In an English garden abandoned
The petals of delicate flowers have blown away
In this place uncultivated and fallow
Never dreaming of a new tomorrow
Falling from high perch to disgrace
Not knowing how you reached this desolate place
There is horror in every love story
There are so many truths untold
There will be tears and blood stains
You will not regret getting old
Just another kid who played on the streets
Just another girl who flirted with flames
First you smoked your first cigarette
When you should have been playing games
How could an innocent cigarette lead to this?
A downward spiral from just one drag
It looked cool to be a rebel with eyeliner
It seemed great to be the schoolyard slag
With one urge will come yet another
With one quick kiss will come another lover
From one little flirt comes wandering hands
Before you know it you’ve been split open
Thirteen and so young
To be just so free
And cunning and a little dirty
Just to be named, easy
School then became a distraction
Just something the nerds needed to do
What is the point of reading history?
When you have a dying urge to screw
Getting your kicks while skipping school
Getting laid and breaking other rules
No control from those back at home
They did not know you was such a fool
How could an innocent kiss lead to this?
A downward spiral from your menstrual cycle
It looked cool to be a whore on fire
It seemed great to be a rebel on bike
It seemed that the boys got older
As you flirted all other the place
Now you were really mixing with the wrong crowd
Stop yourself, for crying out loud!
Fifteen and so young
To be just so easy
Trying so many different thrills
Feeling sick and queasy
Feeling a little sick and way too tired
You thought it was something you had smoked
All these new experience were new to you
Hey bitch, you’re pregnant, someone joked
But you did not get the hint
You carried on smoking weed
Drinking cheap cider from the bottle
Ignorant of your growing seed
Only when one of your many boyfriends
Took you out for a spin in a stolen car
Smashed into a police van, lucky you