Uncategorized – Page 6 – Rhythm of the Ink

Jul 2, 2017 Markey Mark Symmonds Blog, Blogger, flash fiction, poem, Poetry, short story, Uncategorized

Lonely Bird

Lonely bird on the top of the tree tell me please what do you see. Is it the sky that catches your eye with fluffy white clouds floating by? Is it me watching you wondering what you will do, can you see me looking at you? Do you see the tree below bark all gnarled and base all hollow or is it another bird you see, maybe an owl or a swallow?

Tell me lonely bird up above, what is the thing you most love? Is it your chicks all nestled snuggle in the nest while you go to find food and feed them before you rest? Is it being free on the wing sawing above surveying everything? Do you like to sit all day wondering when to fly away until you reach another place on another day?

Finally, lonely bird, to think it’s absurd that all day long you are seldom heard yet you chirp all day but never utter a word. Oh, little lonely bird, can you teach me of your world? Let me see what it’s like to fly, king of everything that I spy, on the wing way up high.

Jul 2, 2017 Markey Mark Symmonds Blog, Blogger, flash fiction, love, poem, Poetry, short story, Uncategorized

Data

Data scrambled in my head trying to make sense of every thread. Megabytes spinning left and right. Pulling binary tight then stretching it out of sight. Windows open in front of my eyes, spam comes through to tell me some lies. Virus protection was installed as a kid but now and then gets boosted by a tablet.

My bios settings are blue, Snapchat is all I get from you. What’s app I hear people say, my calendar tells the time and day, soon you will be on your way. The weather app forecasts a deluge of you. I load my external memory drive where I keep your memories alive loaded with photos and films in my private archive.

Circuits in overload, mixing up data and rejecting code, hard drive malfunction, burnt out junctions, chip malfunctions. Updates come sailing down, sending my data spinning around, unable to access my programs, load and reload but nothing bestowed. Then with the newness of all the changes, comes to be repairs to the glitches and bugs in me. Cos, I am renewed and running again, logged in for all to see.

My data processes at lightning pace, reading the signs in your face, biometric scans to stop your scams, whirling of electricity powering Webcams. Functioning properly shiny and new only my programs still run, now I have erased you.

Jun 30, 2017 Markey Mark Symmonds anxiety, Blog, Blogger, flash fiction, love, Mental Health, poem, Poetry, short story, Uncategorized

Taboo

Loving her always, you’re in a daze constantly berated never praise. She is tired, over worked, it’s just a phase, one of those days, excuses for her were made. Hidden temper, don’t upset her, all your fault, it will never halt. The person staring inside, you wished would just burst out and cry. Fists and feet and nothing to eat blood from your lips as you keep them zipped. Calm on the surface, smooth it out, you don’t want her to scream and shout.

Shouting insults, you don’t deserve, from the woman you love and thought you deserve. Never happy always right you haven’t got the energy for another fight. You take the beating and verbal spite, she’s not bothered if it’s day or night.

One last straw, you can’t take anymore, pin her down emotions are raw. This is the last time she attacks you for sure, you want to hit her but that behavior you deplore. Imaginary line drawn so fine. it’s too far this time, what you do next, your life will be defined. Get off her tell her to leave. you want her to live you can’t let her die. you sit in the corner and start to cry. She really doesn’t see why. She takes her stuff and leaves you feeling rough, the door slams and you’re all alone. Shattered and scared at the top of the stairs. go to bed with the smell of her still there

Jun 29, 2017 Markey Mark Symmonds Blog, Blogger, bullying, death, flash fiction, love, poem, Poetry, short story, Uncategorized

Retribution

Insecure angry man, controller, punisher chastiser. Head worker action skiver. Putting you down, you can’t do right, shouting out of spite, bruises and broken bones, checking of mobile phones. Telling you what to wear, who you can go with, what time and where. If your late back you will get a whack.

Push you to the floor hand shut in the door, why do you take anymore? Backed in a corner cowering low on the floor waiting for the next blow. The pain shoots through your stomach, fear coursing through your veins, as you double up waiting for more violence to rain, hoping your life doesn’t drain.

Excuses and lies, shades cover bruised eyes, he has come back to apologise giving a flash of puppy dog eyes. Talk and talk he even cries crocodile tears to a lay your fears. Back again you let him come, you still love this son of a gun. All is calm sweetness and like, then he changes, controlling once again, you let it go as you don’t want the strain, deep down you know what will happen again.

Blue lights come to take you away, string to the end now he must pay. He’s dead on the floor inside the door, battering and bruising he can do it no more. For your trouble, you fall foul of the law, for killing a man who treated you worse than a whore, can’t they see it’s not murder it’s settling the score.

Jun 26, 2017 Markey Mark Symmonds Blog, Blogger, poem, Poetry, scottland, Uncategorized

Woman in Black

All in black, mystery woman tell me all you have in your soul, let me be your mole digging out what’s inside of you, as I have not a clue what is true. I see you standing by your door I say hello but am scared to ask anymore.

Lady in black where are you from, are you weak or are you strong? Let me hold you tight at night and explore your body until daylight. Let me discover the mysteries of you, how you work; every nut, bolt and screw, wanting to disassemble that barricade to get to the real you.

Woman in black don’t knock me back, let me write my name into your heart so we never drift apart. Let me smother you with cloaked love, sliding you in like a well-fitting glove, let me reach deep into you and pull through what’s trapped and hidden away, let love come out to play.

Woman in black I long to know who you are, let me see your healing scars, call me in from afar, to drink from your mysterious spa.

Jun 26, 2017 Markey Mark Symmonds Blog, Blogger, flash fiction, poem, Poetry, short story, Uncategorized

Love’s Orbit

Circling around my body, your love is in orbit waiting to be absorbed within it. Then, travelling through space and time through this body of mine, finding my history, and searching the mysteries around my clogged-up highways, occasionally detouring to explore the byways. Through the nerves and up into the brain, cruising your love at breakneck speed, no blockage can impede.

Your love explores my intricate grey matter, spaghetti junction controlling feelings and function. Giving up secrets to your passing craft, pushing on in dense traffic fore and aft, stopping off to check out a laugh, on the way to the highway to my heart.

The autobahn with no speed limit, no highspeed warning alarm as you travel down to my heart, the pumping station in four parts. The final destination, the car park for your love, crashing your craft from the road above. Permanently stuck in this beating car park keeping the engine running providing a spark. No fee to pay, stay there all day and never fly away, through my body traces of you will all ways stay.

Jun 25, 2017 Markey Mark Symmonds Blog, Blogger, flash fiction, love, poem, Poetry, short story, Uncategorized

My Little Girl

Can I protect you from this wicked world and keep you wrapped up as my little girl? But I want you to be your own world. I want to stop you getting hurt, keeping you alert to the world that will corrupt, interrupt and disrupt you. The world that will slay you pray on you; mess with you.

How can I make you see, stop you making the same mistakes as me, making your life wonderful and complete, keeping your life nice and neat? Preparing you for the challenges you will meet and people who will try to take your seat.

Can I Save You from your soul, save you from digging a big hole, wrap you up and hide you from the world so you stay as pure as snow? but, in my heart I think you know what you need to do, but it doesn’t stop me worrying about you.

Jun 24, 2017 Markey Mark Symmonds anxiety, Blog, Blogger, flash fiction, Mental Health, poem, Poetry, Uncategorized

Pat the Dog

Poppy the dog is no ordinary pooch, although, when you see her in the garden having a mooch you wouldn’t know that she is so special. She brings happiness and love to adults and children, who pat her and talk to her and run their fingers through her soft curled fir.

Displaying her jacket, she earns not a packet, of that she gives not a jot, for she has something to give and gives it to all, it means such a lot. She has many friends, in fact quite a lot, they all look forward to the Pat Dog slot.

The sight of the labradoodle helps patients improve by oodles as they feel her soft fluffy coat. She loves the attention and the happy times, so I hope she will like this rhyme, cos she is truly a wonderful dog, more affectionate than any mog. So, poppy, when I have finished writing this poem, I’m going to put you on my blog, cos you are a fantastic dog.

Jun 24, 2017 Markey Mark Symmonds Blog, Blogger, flash fiction, poem, Poetry, short story, Uncategorized

Life’s a Beach

Buckets and spades and dark sun shades, deck chairs form a promenade. Children in hats play in the sand digging with anything including their hands. Mum’s and dads and aunties and uncles’ grandads and nans all sit around the beach watching the children just in reach.

Sand castles and ice creams, fizzy drinks, bags of chips to linger on the hips. It’s a day at the beach in the hot roasting sun, nice place to be when the week is done. Rest and relaxation and a bit of fun especially when the shopping is done.

There is no tide no place for to hide, but there are some fairground rides, we travelled not far not even by car, and you will never guess where we are. The beach is not by the sea no cockles and winkles for your tea, the beach isn’t miles away you don’t need a caravan to come and play. For this is a beach on my market square, couldn’t believe it’s was right there, so after shopping it’s onto the fair then the kids build castles and throw sand everywhere, hat on my head I’m on a deckchair, relaxing my body without a care.

Jun 22, 2017 Markey Mark Symmonds anxiety, Blog, Blogger, bullying, flash fiction, love, Poetry, short story, Uncategorized

The Spy that Loved Me

Follow me down to the wire where I am, what I do, you always enquire, of your checking I tire, trapped in the circle like a funeral Pyre. I wish you would go and let me be free instead you are constantly monitoring me. I once let my emotions run free but never thought you would bring me to my knees.

The shouting and scowling and balling us out, safe in the knowledge we won’t walk out, and if we do you will protest your love and claim you will meet him above. All I ask for is to be loved. To be trusted to stay true, can’t you see I only loved you? now I’m not sure whether that’s even true. I want to be free to just be me, it’s not about who I’m going to see it’s all about you stifling me.

So, pull up your anger and soften your voice, come here and love me it’s really your choice, listen to my heart and hear my voice before you leave me with no choice. I’m not scared of being alone of having my freedom in my own home. Of thinking and feeling and being whole once again not having to play these stupid games.