You beg me?
You who betray me,
defy me
at every turn?
Your promises
mean nothing.
You already belong to me
and now so does
she.
You have only yourself
to blame.
What happens next
is your doing.
She will embrace the darkness
or she will be lost.
There is no other recourse,
there is nothing you can say
or do
to change my mind.
I will not be ignored by you
any longer.
Your punishment will be
to live with your guilt,
with her hatred,
for the rest of
eternity.
Copyright 2016 Heidi Barnes
This is something that came to me yesterday while driving. I was listening to Phil Collin’s In The Air Tonight. I let it simmer overnight and began writing this morning with that song playing in the background. The poem seems to have taken on a life of its own. We will see where it takes us. Together.
NO!
You have taken everything from me.
My freedom,
my will,
my soul.
I beg of you,
do not take my sanity,
my heart.
Do not tarnish that which is so
pure.
I will give you whatever you wish,
obey your every command
if only you release her.
Please,
My Lady,
do not do this.
Copyright 2016 Heidi Barnes
This is something that came to me yesterday while driving. I was listening to Phil Collin’s In The Air Tonight. I let it simmer overnight and began writing this morning with that song playing in the background. The poem seems to have taken on a life of its own. Where will it lead us? Into the light, or into the deepest parts of hell.
Why do you haunt me so?
I banish you from my waking thoughts
only to dream of you in restless sleep.
Your cold blue eyes
see deep into my mind,
my soul.
Your touch sears me
leaving me craving more.
I no longer fear you
and that terrifies me.
The shadow deepens,
we are not alone.
There is another,
a presence with in.
Full of malice,
ill intent.
Who is it?
What does it want from me?
Where have you gone?
Save me
before I am
lost.
Copyright 2016 Heidi Barnes
This is something that came to me yesterday while driving. I was listening to Phil Collin’s In The Air Tonight. I let it simmer overnight and began writing this morning with that song playing in the background. The poem seems to have taken on a life of its own. This is part three of…I am not sure. What I know is that there is more.
Much more.
You think you know me,
what I am,
what I can do.
Do not judge me
by my actions.
You do not know my story,
who owns my soul.
I am a puppet
with an unforgiving master
who know my weakness.
Who knows about
You.
I frighten you?
Good.
Your fear will keep you safe,
protected
from creatures made of darkness.
From me.
This is something that came to me yesterday while driving. I was listening to Phil Collin’s In The Air Tonight. I let it simmer overnight and began writing this morning with that song playing in the background. The poem seems to have taken on a life of its own. There is more.
Much more.
You don’t think I see you
lurking in the shadows,
watching,
waiting.
I remember what you did.
Remember with vivid clarity
every
agonizing
detail.
Your cold eyes
haunt my dreams,
my waking hours.
Go back to the shadows
where creatures of darkness
dwell.
Go back
and haunt me no more.
Copyright 2016 Heidi Barnes
This is something that came to me yesterday while driving. I was listening to Phil Collin’s In The Air Tonight. I let it simmer overnight and began writing this morning with that song playing in the background. The poem seems to have taken on a life of its own. This is only the beginning. There is more.
Much more.
You say you don’t love me
I know that is not true
How can you ignore
What I see so clearly
The one you say you love
is not the one you need I am what you need I should be the air you breath
If it is the last thing I do
I will make you see the truth
I will take you away
from those who would keep you from me
I will hold you in my arms
show you what it means to be truly loved
Hate me now
but you will see
In the end there will be no doubt
I am the one
In the end
there will only be me
Copyright 2016 Heidi Barnes
This is in response to a daily prompt I receive in my feed every day. The image in my head was from my first book, funnily enough called Obsessions. LOL It is Shane’s thinking when it comes to Kirsten because he is obsessed with her.
With one word
one slight touch
the world can change
turn upside down
never be the same
no matter how much
we strive to believe
Hold me in your arms
Tell me that you will never leave
Promise me the road before us
will end with our dreams realized
for to step into the unknown
is a frightening prospect
Fight for me
and I will fight for you
Show me that I matter
that you want me in your life
that you will do whatever it takes
to keep me by your side
keep me safe
Is it too much to ask
that you do for me
what I will do for you?
Life is give and take
right and wrong
and something in between
Together we are strong
we can find our way
in the unknown
if only you believe in us
If you say yes
we can be victorious
Do not judge what you cannot see
What lies at the surface
is only the beginning
It’s what lies underneath
that counts
It’s what lies underneath
that is joyful
angry
in pain
Do not judge what you cannot see
unless you want to be judge
so callously
Sleep. What a wonderful idea. I just wish I could. It had been a long time since I’ve been able to turn my mind off. Around and around on problems that there was nothing I could do anything about. I can’t speak on them, act on them, ignore them. Oh, trust me. I’ve tried. I walked away, been told it was none of my business and to stay out of it. Yet here I was. Standing in the one place I shouldn’t be, contemplating sleep that I knew would never come. Not while the bane of my exsitance was not more than ten feet away on the other side of the wall.
Sighing, I drop my bag on the floor at my feet with a loud thump and rub my face with my hands. What am I doing? It was not the first time I’ve ask this question. Probably won’t be the last. Not until this nightmare was over.
Walking to the bed I sat down heavily on the end. Well, there wasn’t much I could do tonight. Everyone had gone to bed long ago. Only Christian had been awake because he was the only one who knew I was coming, otherwise I would probably be at some hotel. Not a bad idea really, but saying no to the seven year old had been hard if not impossible. I could still see the puppy dog eyes staring at me over the screen as he pleaded with me to help him.
I looked at the wall that seperated me from the catastrophe waiting to happen. I hope Christian was right and the person on the other side was ready to talk. Better yet, listen. Otherwise this would be all for nothing, because if this didn’t work I was washing my hands of the whole mess.
Flopping back on the bed, I knew a lie when I heard one. I should. I was the best of the best when it came to lying. Ask anyone. Yeah, with what waited for me when the sun came up sleep would be an elusive bitch. Might as well unpack. It was going to be a long night.
I seem to be on a role with these writing prompts tonight. Not sure what is so special about tonight, but I’ll see how long it lasts. This writing was based on Writing Outside the Lines writing prompt #48. It was also written on my phone. I tried to catch all the typing errors, but I apologize if I missed any.
To See What I See 