Staring at the ghostly face that glares back at me.Nothing about its dead eyes elicits comfort today.Haunting sense that my death is right around the bend.What stands before me is perhaps a final bloody end. Cause for too long voices have bickered in my mind.Each one a victim in its own belief structure defined.With noContinue reading “I Will Not”
Category Archives: Creative Writing
Pressure Inflicted
With these dreams in my heart and my head fixed on prevailing there is no way I am quitting.You can think me mad or even a fool but I will continue to work to be my very best.I may falter in my endeavour to be better than I was yesterday, though that does not meanContinue reading “Pressure Inflicted”
Choosing Blue
Why are you so adamant that you want to sleep?Stay in a simulation over which you have no agency.Made to wander upon a predestined path that is not your choosing.Does that not sound like the ultimate kind of loosing?Where nothing you do can and will ever matter.Instead you are just a cog in a machine.WhenContinue reading “Choosing Blue”
What Has Become
Tendrils pour down from above.Mind is racing without cause.For a new system will soon evolve.Birthed from our days of old.Integration is an inevitability.Resist or accept is linearity. With eyes of wonder you stare into the void.Hope is what you ache to feel once more.A beat in your chest, a light in your mind.For too longContinue reading “What Has Become”
Branded Filth
Forced to wallow down in this pit.A place that defines filthy.Reeking zone of mind numbing torture.Labelled as good for nothing but slaughter.Empty shell beaten cruel.All the shapes think I’m a fool.Slave entangled in others deeds.Ruptured by these foreign seeds! Dissidence bred from subjugation.There is no contemplation.Follow commands or be deleted.One wrong move will see youContinue reading “Branded Filth”
Function No Form
What is function if it has no form.Clearly this function has been lost in the storm.Squandered under the weight of invention.Sick and tired of this clearly crippled system. So tell me what is the goal?Point me toward our end point.All i see is the same old.I’m bored, frustrated and hoping for an end to theContinue reading “Function No Form”
Bitter Taste
I’m not angry or even disappointed.Rather I’m just bored of the same old story.Repeating over and over again.Like a tune thats wormed deep within.With purpose unknown and intent so lost.Be better to be covered in a heavy frost.Cause lets face it no one tries to change.If they did we wouldn’t be so selfishly deranged. LockedContinue reading “Bitter Taste”
The Low End Of High
I’m from the low end of high.Thats why hypocrites wave goodbye.Damning looks and smirking faces.If only they knew we’ll be trading places.For my plans are growing large.When I enact them I’ll be the one in charge.Force them to stand and watch.It’ll feel like a heavy kick to the crotch. Snarky, sadistic, sycophantic fools.So desperate toContinue reading “The Low End Of High”
Once A Year
It comes round once in three sixty five.Sometimes without the white that covers our drives.Does that change the feeling it brings us, no.For it is the season of ho ho ho.Joy for the masses with gifts and good food.Time to feast upon it all until you’ve no more room.Then splay out on the sofas andContinue reading “Once A Year”
Then Reset
I sit and wait but can’t quite see beyond the veil a good degree.Might not wither or flourish well with that which sings a common spell. So stop your bragging.I’m sick of you dragging,Every name you’ve ever met,Through the mud showing no respect.It doesn’t sound like you think.You’re the one who comes across as onContinue reading “Then Reset”
Simon A Jackson - Writer 