Alice in chains

November 1, 2023 by Alienpoet in poetry and tagged Alice, alienpoet, chains, dark, darkness, inspiration, Love, pain, personal, poem, poetry, spoken word, story, storytelling, unrequited, woman | Leave a comment

Chained through your timelines

you say release you from the curse

the curse of loving me.

I know the bite of your mouth

the viscous vicious nature of your tongue

We both see things from only our point of view

a blood red hue.

You try to reach me through the crowd

Sometimes I hear you loud

and sometimes you whisper

like the wind

This is my curse to know the truth

while in denial

there is no proof

I fight a desperate battle to be heard

maybe you will one day.

In the overtones of songs are the echoes of the promise we made

over every grass blade

our delirium

our love

our blood song curse

we are chained to the words we have said

they flow in our veins

I am your twin flame but we are caught in tragedy

separated

by lies

and our clones who stand as jealous spies

You are the light in my eyes

the only one.

Occupied/possessed

August 21, 2023 by Alienpoet in poetry and tagged alienpoet, art, beauty, dark, darkness, devil, Love, mental health, mental illness, occupation, occupied, pain, personal, poem, poetry, possession, spirit, spoken word, story, storytelling, warfare | Leave a comment

I have been occupied

Like the sign on a toilet cubicle

I have been subjected to your ridicule

Your voice comes and goes

like the wind that blows

Maybe my heart was hollow

and needed to be possessed

but now I cannot rest.

Politricks divide us all poem

July 26, 2023 by Alienpoet in poetry and tagged alienpoet, answers, bleeding, broken, darkness, hope, left, life, poem, poetry, political, politics, right, same, spoken word, spokenword, system | Leave a comment

Right left we bleed the same

can we forgive

live

better lives

Cancel culture the cancer of the left

Bitter resentment fills out our hearts

no love either side

thought police divide us all

right authority with no escape

raid the poor

but the poor hate the rich for having more

is there an answer

or only more hate.

Honesty

October 15, 2022 by Alienpoet in poetry and tagged alienpoet, answers, dark, darkness, delusions, ego, honest, honesty, Lego, lies, mental health, pain, personal, poem, poetry, truth | Leave a comment

People don’t want truth

delusions and illusions

are more loved

more accepted

more respected

Honesty, a fools game

people douse you in shame

a repulsive mix

stick and stones

may break my bones

but words will dethrone

a king from his own throne

and people will turn away

and leave him alone

the mirror of truth is always distorted

we want to keep it that way

we aren’t objective

we want to be respected

but our public relations feed on Facebook

would bleed away if ever we showed who really are

Our fragility and our fragile ego

Break like a dropped model of Lego.

Book of shadows

September 20, 2022 by Alienpoet in poetry and tagged alienpoet, book, darkness, ink, inspiration, magic, night, poem, poetry, shadows, spell, spell casting, spoken word, storytelling, universe, Wicca, Wiccan, wisdom, wizard | Leave a comment

Magic can be drawn from

the spaces under your bed

where there are night and shadows

there’s magic instead

like the stars that burn

dark energy forms

we are the universe born

scribbled chaos in ink

sinking into depths of imagination

and sensations

magic that is a promise

yet to be made

An obsidian blade

that protects us from harm

cuts through curses and dark arms

unseen

we need the shadows as much as the stars

for contrast is what we are.

Imp

September 11, 2022 by Alienpoet in poetry and tagged alienpoet, dark, darkness, humour, imp, inspiration, limp, poem, poetry, spoken word, story, storytelling, trickster | Leave a comment

In my wondering

pondering

desolation

I am an imp

an upstart crow

with a limp

a little bit more

than your average trickster

but a little bit less

than my average best

a sour tongue lemon zest

a speaker

drinking from a plastic beaker.

There’s a cat made of light on my window

September 8, 2022 by Alienpoet in poetry and tagged alienpoet, cat, darkness, dreams, inspiration, light, poem, poetry, spoken word, storytelling, white | Leave a comment

There is a cat made of light

On my window

watch them sun glow

sometimes they wake me up in the morning

There’s sometimes a cat made of shadow

it hides from the rain

and my worrying mind’s brain

There is a cat made of stars

blinking and meowing

purring and scratching

latching onto the window with its claws

There is a white cat it’ll find me death

it’s name it’s Azrael

and when it’s on my shoulder

I will walk into the life beyond skin

and never get any older.

Pestilence

May 6, 2022 by Alienpoet in poetry and tagged alienpoet, darkness, freedom, inspiration, life, modern, pestilence, poem, poetry, spoken word, supermarket | Leave a comment

I am a prison of puppets

muppets who can’t free themselves

Supermarket shelves bare

I am cursed

empty pursed.

lips dry and empty

swept under the Carpet of artificial grass

I can’t be arsed

freedom is too hard a task

I am can’t save myself

for all grasping

rearrange the letters in my name

it spells denial

I can smile

but happiness won’t change a thing

I can’t stop dreaming

scheming

a way out of dread

but pestilence fills my head…

Voiceless child

March 13, 2022 by Alienpoet in poetry and tagged alienpoet, child, dark, darkness, inspiration, life, mental health, pain, personal, poem, poetry, spoken word, story, storytelling, tears, voiceless | Leave a comment

I was wild and free once upon a time

a child with time and rhymes

but my parents can’t listen

just thought of me being bad

curbing my behaviour

they couldn’t be my saviours

I went quiet wanting to start a riot

It could have gone two different ways

but life strays on to one path

the aftermath of which

made me a background poet

my poetry is the ink I bleed

from wounds I don’t need

My parents need me to be their counsellor

but I can’t

I just can’t…

cycles can be broken

when loves awoken

but sometimes I want to fight back

to see the crack

of light through the walls.

Waking up

February 11, 2022 by Alienpoet in poetry and tagged child, darkness, dreams, fragmented, haunted, inspiration, memory, mental health, pain, personal, poetry, schizophrenia, sofa, spoken word, storytelling, waking | Leave a comment

Waking up on a cold brown leather sofa

Not knowing who I am

a man and women ask me how I am?

I ask them if they have any children?

they say no

then a child comes in from the voids light

it’s her birthday

she says I will never drive as knight rider plays on tv

then she asks for a sister and two appear

more birthday girls although one older and one younger

Years on I went to that house

a girl not the same one says something terrible happened here to you

because of you

I hear it in the whispers on the telephone

I see visions of the man being arrested

how did I get home?

memories fragmented

this waking dream won’t relent

I am prevented from seeing what happened

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