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For when our lives are curled up
For when our lives are curled up
on sodden ground,
unable to stretch out,
get up and move on.
For when our mortality sneers at us,
hissing at us
through broken teeth…
Some are here for the long haul.
Trudge on my friends,
keep punching the television screen
until your hands bleed
and the images of disguised despair
finally leave the room.
There is more sadness
in the ironies of entertainment
than there will ever be
in any of our words.
Take your razor blades,
your tears,
your cocktails of prescribed drugs,
your melodramatic popular song,
your cliché suicide notes
and go on, get out of here.
Some of us have a fight
just around the corner.
Meanwhile, my friends
lets forget ‘them’ and get
a white knuckle grip
around the goings on…
For when our lives are curled up
on sodden floor,
unable to move,
there must be something
we can do?
on sodden ground,
unable to stretch out,
get up and move on.
For when our mortality sneers at us,
hissing at us
through broken teeth…
Some are here for the long haul.
Trudge on my friends,
keep punching the television screen
until your hands bleed
and the images of disguised despair
finally leave the room.
There is more sadness
in the ironies of entertainment
than there will ever be
in any of our words.
Take your razor blades,
your tears,
your cocktails of prescribed drugs,
your melodramatic popular song,
your cliché suicide notes
and go on, get out of here.
Some of us have a fight
just around the corner.
Meanwhile, my friends
lets forget ‘them’ and get
a white knuckle grip
around the goings on…
For when our lives are curled up
on sodden floor,
unable to move,
there must be something
we can do?
Published 11th Feb 2011
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11th Feb 2011 7:25pm
Inspiring..I feel like I can fight the good fight reading your poem..excellent..peace Crimsin
11th Feb 2011 7:45pm
oh, the seething and hopeless metaphors...fantastic. the second stanza is something i've had my own rants about, but there's something different here. i always end in "psh, forget it, just get on, we're overrun", you put a suggestion out; well done. and i appreciated the structure. another favourite from you.
12th Feb 2011 1:33am
This is so alternate it's wonderfully refreshing, from both your work and other 'typical' pieces...Mine included. You dealt with the desperation beautifully with the last line though my favourite lines were as follows: 'keep punching the television screen
until your hands bleed
and the images of disguised despair
finally leave the room.' It just makes everything seem futile which is actually compelling in itself. Nicely done, sir.
until your hands bleed
and the images of disguised despair
finally leave the room.' It just makes everything seem futile which is actually compelling in itself. Nicely done, sir.
14th Feb 2011 3:14am
on the bandwagon but I'm making this piece as an exception and include this on my reading list!
27th Oct 2014 4:59am
21st Oct 2015 5:45pm
I really enjoyed reading this and will probably never tire of doing so! The word choice, the metaphors, the general idea, everything was captivating and I identified with the theme (or my interpretation of it): stop sulking, put on your big boy pants and work dammit!
