NoislessShackles

NoislessShackles Aug 2014

Wood ignites in the dusty pit.
The man never bothers to clean it.

He's sat on a chair piled with cooking books.
They increase his height.
The man knows this.
And so to past time
He swings his feet.

Face, as dull as always,
He revels in silence.

You'd think he was dead
How unresponsive he was to the world.

He always knew what he
wanted to become in life,
Cooking was his one love.
One push out the door
from a big name, though,
Gave no space for a comeback.

He's put up a shield
to block out the world.
No longer looks forward to fun.

What is he doing with the rest of his life,
He's spending his time drinking ***.

© J-d S. J

A short story showing the reason behind a silly man's obsession.

#grudge #lone #givenup #drivencrazy

NoislessShackles Aug 2014

Anonymous Anatomy

Words spoken
Through the gliding motion of a tongue ,
across the floor of a mouth
Past the realm of physicality
and  mentality,
Lies invisible strings
sprouting to bind with flesh.

Without the equal support
From both collector and  giver
The weight will be unbearable

The subtracted duty of aid
inwhich had once balaced
half a side;
The remaining will fall

Along will the strings
entwined with flesh,
of  a once whole gift.

© J-d S. J

#seperation #remains #tattered

NoislessShackles Aug 2014

Fazed For the Foreigners

She keeps her head down as she walks the streets
Her eyes downcast to whomever she meets
Travelling by car, she sees no-one new,
The position she's sat in, resisting the view.

Out of respect:
Her behaviour, might be thought to be.
Unknown to the world, she's protecting;
numbly;
...
...Dead dogs,
Quarrels,
Upset faces,
The misused,
They all scar her,
get her down,
have her thinking and wondering,
'why is the world so full of blues?'

It's all a misconception;
...The mumbles, the lies;
That little miss shybird, ''...is really just, 'shunning', us guys''

What it really isn't,
for sure. ...: Is her asking attention, craving much more.

No.
Not at all.
That was never the plan.
:To All the weary eyes, the witnesses,
who are noticing; calling her act a scam;

Your conclusions are misleading,
Your false truths most dipleasing.
What really is going on,
Is that this girl is distressed,
all torn.
Provoked by the things going on around her,
A frown is carved upon her days,
Making her grief everlasting longer.

Surrounded by the clueless
Mistakenly Judged,
She's been topics to persons of pure ignorance.
Neverthless,
dislike
or no dislike;
She Resumes to her insecure strides
Knowing that the world needs no more blight.
© J-d S. J

— The End —