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Thursday, 21 September 2017

THE DARK SIDE OF ME BY FIONA CUMMINGS #PoetryByFionaCummings


These poems are dark, so come with a warning.

HATE IS A STRONG WORD

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

I despise you for all you have done

Cutting away at the love

And removing the fun

Unleashing the child

 And making him run

Breaking in and showing such harm

He was so caring and incredibly calm

Now filled with anger red faced and hurt

Shattered soul and, a broken heart

You get such pleasure in seeing him torn

Digging him with your evil horn

God I wish you had never been born

He wore a smile now is forlorn

Why don’t you move on

Find another

Leave him alone

  Let him be with a new lover

Put down the phone

Close your electronics

Drink a new tonic

Find someone fresh and full of life

Say goodbye and show him the light

Let’s hope he let’s you go without a fight

 

© Fiona Cummings

 

THE VALLYES OF HEAVEN AND HELL

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

 

Valleys part

The flowing rivers start

Life begins in my heart

The warmth from the sun

Life truly has begun

A fluffy floating cloud

So graceful without a sound

Flies by

In the new sky

A beautiful crimson butterfly

And among a floating marshmallow

Is a bird colours of blue and yellow

Valleys green

Bumble bees visit their queen

Baby lambs play in the field

Cows Graze

Under a leafy tree

This is a new world to me

Mountains high

Point to the sky

Where warmth is given by the sun of orange and gold

Where the earth races to hold

In the palm of its hand

Our new land

Where we will never understand

Why we were given such a gift

This morning I have a lift

From angels I have never met

From silver raindrops so delightfully wet

My morning view

Of sky so blue

Oceans of salted turquoise

Oh such wonders, such joys

Without noise

Just beautiful sounds

All around

Birds sing their morning song

This is where I belong

How did I get here?

I’m without fear

An yet there are no others like me

I can see

 And hear as well as walk

My voice, can I talk?

Yes I can 

But it’s not a voice I know

I can hear it echo

I don’t understand

What is this land?

Valleys below

Tipped with snow

Did I climb up here?

If so when

In the far

I see a hen

Laying eggs of gold

The breaze blows

An yet I don’t feel cold

Petals float from a rose

It’s a different kind of air

There are no wires

No tires

No smug

A deep green leaf

Entertains a ladybug

There is no grief

No pain

Carpets of love protect me from falling

Canopies shelter me from rain

The sun doesn’t burn

Am I here to learn?

If so I will be the best student

I will never be truant

My work shall be fluent

But who will teach me?

I guess just look around and see

Such wonders

No blunders

I never want to end my class

Who showed me this path?

I ask

As I look to the sky

A silver wing floats by

I reach up to touch it

I feel so fit

I can do anything

I pulled down the wing

Took a flight

Into the night

The bruised sky

Threw me high

Oh why?

Why did I want more?

Through this flaky door

Into amber flames

This isn’t funny

Not wanting to play these games

 Stood before me

Failing sight I see

A creature in red

Wanting me dead

Black is the day

Fear is the night

Life full of fright

Please take me back

Away from black

To that world so beautiful

Where I would be dutiful

Never would I ask for more

Please guide me through that evil door

Where are my angels

Where have they gone?

Allow me another chance

To hear that bird song?

 

© Fiona Cummings

 

HOPELESS

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

I’m simply a hopeless case

A number without a face

I look in the mirror

And see a disgrace

But what do I do about it?

Everything I start I quit

Pains in my stomach with grief

My life I’m in disbelief

How could that be

And why me?

How to move on in life

Without facing challenges and strife

Which way to go

I just don’t know

Others aren’t telling me

Or giving me the key

Where is that door

And once more

If I find it where next?

I feel so angry, so vex

Pains in my chest

Tears rusted

I’m busted

Revealing all elements for all to see

I just want to be free

From the black cloak

See through the smoke

I don’t want to choke

As I pull off the fingers which forbid me from breathing

And I sigh a relief as the bony limbs are leaving

Another stronger hand replaces

Shadows chases

Into nettles

Where are the petals?

It’s icy cold

I’m afraid

No hand to hold

Pushed into the grave

To my pain I’m a slave

I just want to cut the chains

To my soul I lose

And the devil gains

 

© Fiona Cummings

 

LOOK THROUGH MY EYES

BY FIONA CUMMINGS 

 Look through my eyes

There’s no disguise

Not one single surprise

Look through my eyes

 From my point of view

No sunsets

No pretty view

Regrets?

I have a few

That’s how the old song goes, right?

For one day and night

Take my lack of sight

See how much it changes your life

Simply pour from a boiling kettle

Cut your leg on sharp metal

Sting from the prickly nettle

Have headaches

Bruises and breaks

Sunshine?

Not for me

For these eyes of mine don’t see

A pretty bluebell?

Yes I have smell

But just to see for me

Would take me out of hell

To walk free

And go wherever

To know others are not ashamed of you

And will love you forever

If only I could see

It would mean freedom for me

To leave the four walls at whatever time

What have I done to stay in this prison?

Committed a crime?

Just for a moment listen?

 

To look through my eyes

Just for a short while

See how I paint on my smile?

Simple things in life

To you, give me such strife

To look in the mirror, before I go out

Is so frustrating I just want to shout

What do I look like?

Old young?

Why have my eyes

Deprived me from fun?

Waving my fingers in front of me

Trying my best to see

Even a shadow?

Would mean the world to me

My child’s beautiful face was stolen

When he was just born

Now he’s an adult, what does he look like?

I’m so torn

I wish you could see like me

Just for a day and night

You would see a world full of shivering fright

Open your eyes turn on the light

There would be no difference

From sunset to dusk

Difficult to judge distance

Always feeling like you are a hindrance

Hating your every existence

Pain is a must

Feeling alone

No one is in

When you pick up the phone

Not knowing the time

Can’t see the clock

Can’t turn the heating on

Or off when it’s hot

Hearing laughter outside

But they don’t hear you crying

Seeing your smile

But don’t know you feel like dying

Turn on the TV

It’s much of nothing to me

Put the radio on

It’s full of where to go for the day

Wishing the nightmare would go away

Pick up a book

What for?

Trying to cook

Can’t see the numbers on the dials

Washing clothes?

Gardening, thorn from the rose

Getting lost somewhere you knew so well

Get me out of this garden of hell

A place I found so peaceful

Tranquil and beautiful

Now blades slice through

Where flowers once grew

Friends who were never away

Are suddenly busy every day

 

Just see through my eyes

For one single day

At least you will see again

Say goodbye to the pain

 

Copyright Fiona Cummings 2015

 

AND SLOWLY HE WILL BURN

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

 

 Closing the curtains and the world behind

Shutting my eyes so long have been blind

Locking the darkness out of my mind

Hoping the evil won’t be able to find

Shadows of blades

Bang against my window pain

Fighting the force I prayed I wouldn’t see again

Clashing smashing, bashing sounds

Glass of poison all around

Cuts so venomous

Life is pernicious

Slipping sliding on the ground

It’s absolutely treacherous

The demon speaks and I’ve been found

His eyes bore into my soul

Piercing fire glowers

With his hatred he shows his powers

He is so dishonourable

And completely malicious

I’m so vulnerable

And he’s so vicious

Closing the doors

Cracks appear on the floors

I can’t escape the demonic wars

 My fate the cards are dealing

As blood drips through my ceiling

My eyes pulled out

I try to shout

But no one hears me appealing

So lying hear

In total fear

Just waiting

As the situation keeps inflating

He won’t be happy until there’s nothing left

But leaving him I don’t regret

As one day he will learn

His Malevolent mind

My maker will find

And slowly he will burn

 

© Fiona Cummings


  

 

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