The Beach
The sun beats down
frying my skin,
boiling my blood.
I long to hear the pounding
of the cold sea on the hot sand
The heat of the sand sears
my already burnt feet
as I bolt to the water and my freedom.
I hit the water still running
and the cold clear water
splashes up my legs and soothes my
burning feet.
cools my boiling blood.
I dive, my whole body encased in
a world so different to the one in which
I live
Yet, the same world, same people.
I surface and reenter my world
reluctant to leave my paradise.
Anger
Why is it that violence, anger, and hatred have become the norm?
Anger turns to hatred, which in turn becomes violence.
Is this the way we should be living?
The answer is plain and clear. No.
The Club
Smoky air.
Music’s pumping.
the crowd’s swaying to the beat
want to drink,
but first I have to get to the bar.
too many people to have a good time,
but the amount of chicks is phenomenal.
if it wasn’t for the music,
and money to buy alcohol,
I would be at home, asleep
like the good boy I should be.
Confusion
is a state of mind
of such power it can
bring back emotions
on thought, and hoped, were lost.
Emotions and feelings
such as despair and hopelessness.
Emotions and feelings
that once buried should stay buried.
And when they come back,
Old habits, such as smoking and drinking,
follow.
Despair and hopelessness, when combined,
will eventually turn to depression,
and when all of these I have mentioned
invade ones mind, anything is possible.
All due to a state of mind called
Confusion.
World of Escape
The sting of salt on the eyes.
Water in the nose and mouth.
The sounds of kids squealing.
The sun burning my skin.
As annoying as these things may be,
To me these are signs of fun.
But if I wish, I can escape
into a whole new dimension.
devoid of kids squealing,
a watery haven away from the
worries of this world
A world where life so unlike ours exists.
I feel like an alien, but I am only meters
away from my own world.
A world so full of hate and crime,
and yet so full of peace and friends.
To try and live in this other world,
which I love so much,
would be deadly,
but then again, at the beach,
the average kid urinates 5 to 6 times a day.
Control
I have come to understand the cause of
my occasional aggression.
Whenever I am worked up or tense,
My psyche whips itself into a frenzy,
working my anger, hatred, and pain
into a fury that only hell would know.
The only way for me vent my wrath
is not to cause damage, but to rely on
visual and mental imagery.
The image of a bent, broken body,
not yet dead, smashing its way through
a window, shards of glass gouging the flesh
and letting the blood, might come to me
in a flash, the image staying in my tortured mind.
Only when I concentrate deep enough can I identify
the poor wretch.
The identity is always the same, yet it never fails to shock me,
as I come to recognise the body as my own.
The times when I resort to physical violence
are rare and frightening.
The need for releasing anger on a physical level
becomes uncontrollable.
Items become airborne as I work off my pent up rage.
Considering the damage I have done on past occasions,
I am glad I cannot bring my self to hit a person
without them first hitting me.
I have broken many things.
Both inanimate and alive.
I feel ashamed when I become violent,
as it means I have lost control.
Call of Nature
The world slows,
my hearing blurs,
my vision goes to shit.
inhale, hold, exhale.
pass the billy on
Lightning explodes through the sky.
Natures fireworks.
Can’t hear the thunder.
Storm’s not close enough
Want to go and surf.
Night, darkness and the surf.
The crash of waves pounding the beach.
The smell of salt spray.
The ocean is calling,
if only I could answer.
