Mark Stevensson's Poetry

Silenced

mstevensson — Sun, 29 Jan 2012 03:05:25 +0000

So many people
Such a small room
Nobody sees
The dark gloom
So many faces
So much life
Nobody sees
All the strife.
So many pulses
So much energy
Nobody sees
None of this is free
So many conversations
So much noise
Nobody sees
This silent voice.

The City Streets

mstevensson — Sat, 28 Jan 2012 04:18:12 +0000

The city streets
Oh they weep
Oil stained tears
For mankind’s foolish fears
Dark black gold
Turning personalities cold
Not knowing wrong from right
Wanting to pick a fight
The city streets
Secrets they keep
Hidden from eye sight
Enough to bring up fright
The gravy train derailed
But the driver wasn’t hailed
For he was corrupt as all
Soon he will take his fall.

The Dream

mstevensson — Fri, 27 Jan 2012 04:06:41 +0000

The front door is ajar
I walk in gazing far
Then the mirror strikes my eye
Oh but this must be a lie.
No it’s not I am assured
This is reality; so absurd.
The mirror sat on my parents wall
Leading off to the hall.
The same place as this one did
My mind relapsed; with a skid.
In a dream this would make sense
But it isn’t a dream; the world’s dense
How can the two be so real.
I can really touch; I can really feel.
I don’t see how this has become
Life and dream have come undone.

Forgotten Fight

mstevensson — Wed, 25 Jan 2012 19:48:26 +0000

That dark seed
Planted deep within
Flowering now
Reminding of sin
Growing large
So deep inside
Telling you
The times I’ve lied
Every pain
Like a water drop
Nourishing the seed
So it can grow to the top
Eventually sprouting
Right through your mouth
Breaking apart
This sacred oath.

Altered Memory

mstevensson — Wed, 25 Jan 2012 03:15:30 +0000

Memory fades
Shades of grey
The line of truth
Begins to fray
So much fabricated
No longer right
Keep on recalling
In yet another light
The truth isn’t pretty
It is miserable and wrong
The more you lie
It becomes so strong.

Fatal

mstevensson — Tue, 24 Jan 2012 04:15:54 +0000

Cold dark skin
Succulent and seductive
Riding on
As far as the eye can see
Miles of it
From foot to hem
Shadowing what could be.
Her skirt tail flicks
Up and down
As she sways her hips
So seductively.
In a trance
He follows along
His head is bobbing
His mind isn’t free.
Full of thoughts
Of what lies beyond
Into that darkness
No one can see.
But like so many blind
He follows away
Praying to her
That fatal fille.

Five Minutes

mstevensson — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 04:57:12 +0000

Five minutes
Must run fast
Five minutes
So much time passed
Five minutes
Not a second more
Five minutes
By the end I am sore
Five minutes
I can’t make it now
Five minutes
I must do it somehow
Five minutes
Til the end of the show
Five minutes
Now its time to go