Overruled

He sat alone in his room,
With no idea what to do,
He looked everywhere for a clue,
Wanting only to get to you,
He wished again to hold
What was once untold,
That thought is now bold,
Old feelings are now cold,
He tried to find
Peace of mind,
But time can’t rewind,
It is always blind,
What once was whole
Is now a broken soul,
Black as coal,
An unpayable toll,
His head spins day and night,
His breathing becomes shallow and tight,
He searches always for the revealing light,
He finds always only a lack of fight…

A look inside reveals a truth that doesn’t suffice…
His desire is overruled by cowardice…


(Overruled is the original poetic version of the song Sat Alone)

Sat Alone

Sat alone in his room,
With no idea what to do,
Looking everywhere for a clue…

Outside and in, he’s always looking for you…

Wishing to hold
What was once untold,
That's a thought that is now bold…

Old feelings are now oh so cold…

Trying to find
Peace of mind,
Time can’t rewind…

It remains forever blind…

What once was whole
Is now a broken soul,
Black as coal…

Losing all control…

Head spinning day and night,
Breathing becomes constricted and tight,
Searching always for the revealing light…

Finding only his own lack of fight…

He’s failed at love thrice,
His heart can’t suffice,
He blames it on the roll of life’s dice…

Overlooking his emotional cowardice…

(this is a song I wrote around this time and it's stereotypical in all its connotations - yet, I like how the song sounds; the lyrics were adapted from my poem Overruled).

I Was Born

So today I made a big mistake,
I based it all on chance,
Heads or tails,
A single flip,
And the little hope that flickered inside
Was finally snuffed out,
The smoke that rose after
Was the only indication it existed at all…

I was born to make mistakes,
I was born to throw it all away,
I was born to live by chance,
I was born to die everyday…

To go or to stay,
The coin flew into the air,
Spinning, spinning,
Falling, falling,
Instead of speeding up,
Its descent slowed right down,
As my impending fate
Fell alongside it…

I was born to make mistakes,
I was born to throw it all away,
I was born to live by chance,
I was born to die everyday…

It lands flat in my hand,
The coldness runs right through me,
My eyes remain tightly shut,
I fear the fate
The coin has brought me,
In the end I sneak a peak,
Tails stares mockingly back,
Hope dies under its cruel stare…

I was born to make mistakes,
I was born to throw it all away,
I was born to live by chance,
I was born to die everyday…

I Deserve This

I dreamt of her last night,
We were in a crowded room,
Her hair was newly washed,
Everyone admired its glean,
None more so than I,
Then I took in all of her features,
Her wonderful hazel green eyes,
Her silky smooth cheeks,
Her glorious smile
That could light up even the darkest of days,
In my dream I was happy,
Happy because I knew she was mine,
Happy because she wanted to be mine,
Then I woke up…

And the realisation hit me,
She isn’t mine anymore,
I let those wonderful features
Slip right through my fingers,
I can no longer cusp her face
In the palms of my hands,
I can no longer tell her
How much I admire her and care for her,
Now not even her smile could light up
The dark shroud I’m surrounded by,
Because she inadvertently made it descend,
The only thing that could be done to lift it
Is never going to happen,
And you know what the saddest thing of all is?

I know I deserve this…

Cracking Eyes

Time brings change so quickly,
What is guaranteed today may not be tomorrow,
Human emotion can go either way,
Feelings are born and die all the time,
Some die out of necessity,
Others die because they are murdered by an unavoidable act,
Murdered by something that had to be done
But that was done against all willingness,
When human emotion is murdered
It can be seen in the person’s eyes,
They begin to crack,
A jagged line appears,
Cutting right through the pupil,
Giving the image of a shattered window,
It mirrors the shattered soul inside…

Holding out only achieves so much,
Hoping and hoping will only carry one so far,
There comes a time when walking away is a must,
But how do you know when that time is?
When your eyes start cracking departure is long overdue,
The person should know themselves when to throw it in,
But often reason is blinded by confused love,
They think that if enough desire is shown,
Outside complications will disappear
And the one they pine for will return,
Even though those reasons for leaving can’t just disappear,
They are beyond emotion’s control,
The person is just left wandering along dark alleys towards a dead end,
And it is only upon discovering the dead end at the end of the alley
That they realise there’s only one place left to head for now…

A new beginning…
Some people’s eyes have cracked completely before they realise this…
Then the uninterrupted stream appears on their face…
Constant, never ceasing…
The one thing that could stop the flow never being a possibility…

(this poem epitomises what page fourteen is all about - heartbreak, and because of this all the poems on that page are poor, with Cracking Eyes the best of a bad bunch).