Elusive Word.
There is a world out there,
With a lot of spaces.
So many emotions to describe,
So many different faces.
To describe what you feel,
To try to stoke the fires of imagination,
To fill the world with descriptive splendor,
Trying to find the elusive word.
Sitting still and staring at the screen,
Waiting for a spark in your brain to ignite,
Murmuring different phrases and compositions,
But they just don’t taste right.
Temporary writers block,
You definitely know what you are saying,
But you must choose well the words,
To show the world you are good at writing.
Searching still for that elusive word,
Looking for a key to unlock the verse,
A simple mysterious but important word,
Being elusive, hidden from view.
In My World.
In my world I love to hide,
Deep and warmly inside,
Because it is cold outside,
And the people are too!
In my world I keep myself,
Busy doing things I like to do,
Hidden from the intruding people,
Silent and distant and hidden from view,
In my world I plan many things,
Most of them come to fruition,
Maturing into a world in themselves,
To my joy and interpolation!
In my world I am a crafty devil,
I’m fond of my way and DIY,
Hand crafting objects and scenes,
Always truthful, never a lie.
In my world I keep things simple,
No time for the complex and extraordinary,
Just plodding ahead like us hermits do,
Hidden from many and hidden from you.
Light.
What we sometimes see,
Is not always the truth,
It might not make much sense,
But it will make you see the light.
Sometimes we move too fast to see,
What is really going on around you and me,
The people in the street become a blur,
Ignoring the faces as if you don’t care.
In the city there is a hive of activity,
There are also a million bright lights,
Overlapping and merging into a picture,
That we never quite see right.
We are too busy going here and there,
Heads pointing down to our telephones,
All around marvelous life continues on,
But we have distanced ourselves from that.
What we need to do is open our eyes,
And get accustomed to the lights,
Learn to be social and pleasant once again,
Being a human and being polite.
Troll.
Nothing better to do all day,
Spending your time online,
Surfing the web like a homesick shark,
Nothing in common with this life of mine.
Sick troll!
When you have fished long enough,
And you have found a weak feeble loner,
Maybe affected by a life changing tragedy,
But that means nothing to you really.
Sick troll!
You think you are witty and funny,
With the string of vile insults,
That have flowed from your PC,
Into this free flowing internet world.
Sick Troll!
Hiding behind a computer screen,
Threatening people and being obscene,
Heartless and relentless all times of the day,
You cannot give up on what you need to say!
Sick Troll!
You are nothing but a classic bully,
Maybe you have a few loose wires yourself,
Because a person so inconsiderate like you,
Have many skeletons in the closet.
Sick Troll!
Honey.
Hey honey! How are doing?
I was just watching what you were doing,
That it was great, what you did,
Keep up the good work kid!
Hey honey! Now what do you do?
The eliminate of surprise has passed,
It is time to elaborate one again,
These people you see aren’t so tame.
Hey honey! Now that you have our attention,
And now that you have got in a stride,
All the eyes and the spotlight is on you,
Now you have nowhere to hide!
Hey honey! Now the pleasantries are over,
And the sick sucker of work has begun,
You will slime and slide into another situation,
That might be just as fun!
Hey honey! It is time to quit,
All the time in the world is yours,
Just remember what you live for,
And you will get your applause!
Drum.
Normally
Impressum
Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG
Texte: Darren Hobson
Lektorat: Darren Hobson
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 25.11.2015
ISBN: 978-3-7396-2492-1
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Just like in all my other publications this new simple ebook is dedicated to the crazy little fairy that sits by my side and to the two demonic cats that keep us awake at night.