What am so supposed to say anymore?

Where is there ever going to be a clear moment for once; that one time, I am remotely thought of at one point in time.

Do I linger in ones intellectual cave of such random hostile thought? Why is it that the one that is supposed to give forth everything and nothing but the most is the one in which doesn't pay such attention not give such a small blissful moment of ones day?

In that single bliss of relief, the only true relief that ever exist comes it only shortly goes as the savior swiftly catches a glimpse of any shape, of any size though nothing but my walking carcass still lives forth. The soul of disappointment thus anger in which can not find ones self sets the light of desperation yet overwhelms thy realm to embrace my darkness.

Darkness has taken my everything, just look into the eyes.

Insipid

Insufferable

Intolerable

Trite and maudlin pathos

To our comrades in the ethos

Though we sit and try to feign

Interest, acting witty and urbane

We tire

We require

Authenticity

I love you.

That's what you said.

But those

Are just words,

Aren't they?

Anyone

Can say them.

They don't 

Really 

Mean 

Anything.

They don't mean

Faithfulness.

They don't mean

You'll be there

When I 

Come home.

They don't mean

You'll worry

If I don't.

So

On that note

I love you too.

A social media mate, fellow countryman, rock journo and wordsmith penned this. I thought it was way too good not to share :)

SHINY AND COOL

You must be young

said the advertiser

to the fly,

you must be

foreign

like a pursuit

where you

can't even catch

yourself.

Religion

is a billboard

made of light,

the city

blowing

leaves

hymning the street

into its own gasp.

Oh I love you

like I don't

love you at all.

Oh mysterious

worship

I have money.

The clock

looks at me

and I think

of balloonists

seeking to land.

The treesz

want to touch

my head

in the wind

and say

'can you speak

enough emptiness

to qualify

for an exorcism?'

I know nothing

of my own mind

joined to body

then divorced;

traffic hurtles past

a river

with five thousand

stories

broken down

into smooth

travelling

stones.

The wind blows,

my skin

becomes

shiny and cool.

- Mark Mordue ©

I was running

Because

I was happy.

Because

For me

Happiness

Is an emotion

Directly tied

To movement.

Yet as I ran

You shouted

From behind

"You won't get there any faster"

"It'll be locked"

And when

You got there

And I was waiting

You laughed

A vindictive

Chuckle.

Don't you understand at all?

I roll ash between my finger and thumb

and shove it  in your mouth and light a lighter to your mouth and watch you explode.

hope someone can pick up the pieces of this tragic circumstances you have befallen in.

sorry but don't play games with my heart.

The night calls

I listen

The voices come

I hear them

They whisper things

I fight them

They start to shout

I scream

Next day is here

I've forgotten

I live my life

All is normal

The night falls

They reappear

And the cycle begins again...

Why do I take the blame feel the guilt?

When I know I am not the one who made your mistakes

Why do I sit wondering what I did wrong?

What else could I have done?

Why do I always give in and let you treat me like a door mat

Do I have “Welcome” printed on my forehead?

Why do I fall for your false promises again and again?

Allowing you to drive us insane

Why do I still buy you gifts?

Even after you´ve called me a bitch

Why do I go without so you can have something nice?

When you don´t even appreciate nice

Why do I care when obviously you don´t seem to

Why…well it is because I am your mother

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