Being at the edge of fear, feeling so alone that the windows, doors and life appear to smash? Watching open-eyed at your closest dreams being cut?

-- "Things keep getting harder for me". - John Ashleigh 12 September '05 - 15th birthday.



Würde.

Propound vocals pulsated through the windows,
Radiators tuned to burn that of the layer so translucent.
Shivers of liquid-solid shining past the eyes, target:
The boundaries opposite, painted red and white rings.

Screams frothed up; swish cuts corroded smiles,
Simple meanings lacerated ahead of the flickering...
Junk appeared rusty and coated in a water-spill of blood.
The plug became damp, delegated false fumes.


Tension framed in the shoulders, knuckles and knees,
Kicking vehement peer-pressure – Foliating endings until:
It creeps back on black toes, scabbed deeply by the shattered.
Newton's pressure exceeding limits greatly leaned.




Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2005-10-20 at 08:27

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Ferenc Inigo Beck
An excellent graphic for the bitterest of the bitter. Very well crafted John.
2010-12-03


AmonTheDark
yell neve really helps in a world that is

numbed by the gore and madness wich

the world calls normal. this is one poem

that i think has true meaning when it

comes to never receiving help or a hello

it is sad but it is also true. to bad not

everyone can see the real world. all they

see are smiles a hand shake and alot

of comments saying its going to get better

when its really not. unless people change

wich is hard to do today for some people

this was a great poem
2005-10-20


Zoya Zaidi
This is absolutely briliant!!! IMPOTENT RAGE !!! HELPLESNESS!!! FRUSTATION!!!
Beautifuly captured. Well done, John
2005-10-20


penfold18
yes you,ve certainly captured the anger in this, dark and brooding good stuff.
2005-10-20