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The Noose Dec 2013
It's amazing,
How when one is down in the dumps
one finds melancholy in everything
Like the simple sound of water as it collects in the porcelain sink

Stark loneliness like razor blades licking the flesh
The piercing silence once cherished becomes unbearable
Sometimes all a human needs is the sound of another person flipping pages in the next room

No trace of the morning's lucidity
Or serenity

Like clockwork the numbing ensues

The perennial rain complements the lingering depression
And so does the black hoodie on my back.
Another sad one.
The Noose Sep 2013
What would be great?
To rip myself away from here in one melodramatic exit... but...
I am so entrenched in this existence
Motionless

I'm peeling myself away instead, bit by bit til I'm completely gone.
My body is still here
My spirit has moved on to new horizons.

Happiness isn't guaranteed
There is a possibility I won't find anything but loneliness.

I fear the door of opportunity will never open for me
My hope dangles on a breakable string.
fingers crossed tight
It's not the bleeding that will **** me, it's the hope.

It's just geography, change isn't certain
If (when) I leave my mind leaves with me,
My demons will leave with me.

I hold my hopes in a new land
Perhaps....... I will be a better me there.
The Noose Apr 2016
Impending doom reeks
Of a stench I cannot erase
Enswathed in condensed
Dithery smog
A chasm sighs open
As vast as the blue
In which I submit
To the pull of the tide
Without sound
Fade into ether
Exhale

Fathomless sentiment
Lingers in the trenches
Of a vacuous chest cavity
Devouring what remains
This freezing flame
Beneath skin,
Seething mercury
The wordless ache
Contained in the belly's pit.
The Noose Dec 2013
My dear mother managed to reel me into the mandatory pre-christmas cleaning
Which drives me wildly insane
Rearranging cutlery and scouring the sink is not my ideal way of spending a Wednesday morning
I could think of worse things to have been engaged in
but this wretched activity is way up there.

In all honesty my mother's (bless her) kitchen qualifies to be on an episode of Hoarders

Depleted from obsessively dusting off countertops
I sat down sipping my green tea
Watching her take on the rearranging of the pots in the dreaded corner cupboard
Chucking out the old
Indecisive when it came to some
When the job was done
The space left was aplenty
Seeing the rusted pots and charred pans to be thrown in the trash
Then it hit me
If one harbours filth, negativity or the past
Newer and better things have no space to make their way into and settle in one's life
Re-birthing is only possible if one completely purges that which deters them from metamorphosising.
The Noose Jan 2024
when I think of you
what made you, you
the warmth that poured from within you
your selfless loving heart
what could have been
the ache is so sudden, so acute
my whole world drops dead
the quiet, howling
desperation
in still waters of memory and regret
you are so near and yet so far
my dear
where are you
are you well?
The Noose 2024
The Noose Dec 2013
Adorable as she desperately claws her skin off
With fingernails filled with filth
Pus in her wounds
Flies buzz around the crown
Of her royal highness

Skeletons adorned with blood-red roses
Bulge out of an astronomical closet
Lies seep through her coffee stained
Razor sharp teeth
Lies like swords
That gut innards
For the final act
Of her twisted masquerade

Grandma's pearls drenched in blood
Hang loosely around her neck
As she exhibits an acidic disturbance of the mind

And yet they still lick her feet
Those imbeciles.
The Noose Feb 2018
Mother I tempered with the forces
I became a villain in the story I've written
Mother remember me chasing pavements
The ardency of the gnaw
The absurdity
Mother remember the box of darkness
The dirt in my fingernails
When the moon fell
And my guts sat heavy on my chest


Mother remember, the sweet sun on our backs before the severing from the cradle you sang to
The wind was a lullaby
Blue stained onto my faculties
Mother impending doom sits
In the pit of my stomach still
Mother don't worry, I quietened the blood
I stitched the hem of the undone
The sunrise in the east breathed life into my body
And those hands
Mother I made a home out of a bruise
The Noose Jan 2014
Dazzled by the sight of you
Drippin’ with blood
You always look so immaculate in red
And baby, the hopelessness in your eyes is magnetic

Your jet black hair over your baby blues
I have always been a sucker for a chap with an untamed mane
Talkin’ from the corner of your mouth
In the dead of winter
Trembling
Puffing away your cigarette
Like it ain’t no thang

The way you shred can set this ******* city ablaze
Look at you Mr rock n roll
Hollowed out
Drugged up and good lookin’
You are so ****** up
It’s perfect.
Slang "poem" ?
The Noose Jul 2017
Shadow of pretense
Illusions and mistakes
Strewn fragments of
Premeditated intentions
Was that a glitch in the matrix
The soil left the fingernails
The sea shut back
Satiated from absurdity
The freezing mercury quietened
Something sinister awaits
The deceiving calm
A plague blooms in veins
This too, shall not end quietly
I want to gather my bones and my flesh.
The Noose Dec 2014
Balmy breeze whispering
Through the gaps
In the field of trees
Auroras fluorescence
Overhead
Aglow in your irises
Like the red August blaze
Of autumn's past
Vibrant lucidity
Pulsating in your veins  
Give me your light
Take my gothic.
The Noose Nov 2013
The apathy that which she harbours has rubbed off on me
And we are bleeding into each other.
The Noose Apr 2018
There was something in our veins
It sat throughout that winter
It bled into the cold light of spring
Caught in the revolving doors
Of madness
Some kind of frenzy
That sits
On the edges of finger tips
Tickles bone
Takes root and gnaws
When it dissipated
It's ghost was the empty
Lucidity was a myth.
The Noose Nov 2018
Try to not make eye contact with the agony.
Motherless
The Noose May 2015
Darling, your face is my favourite
The afterglow of eventide
Flashing golden brown
On your cheek
Pulsating vibrancy
Infusing placidity,
Lucidity
Into my anarchy suffused heart
My very being awash in tenderness
That which you exhale
Darling, you are my most indulgent narcotic
The Noose Dec 2013
A captive of geography
Wings of freedom lacerated by circumstance
Choking on quicksand that engulfed him long ago
The lifeless land he inhabits
With no promise of tomorrow
No hope for today
Determination laced  with desperation
He is quite the cute pile of misery and regret

Paralysed by fear of what he knows is coming
The settling
The mockery that will be him

"Kick the chair from underneath you and be done with it nate"

The voices swirl inside his head like an endless chorus haunting and guiding him to his end
He walks this earth with a dark and somber string quartet as the soundtrack to his life

That which troubles his soul conquers it
Still he won't surrender.
The Noose Jan 2015
Murmuring rivulet
Flowing
Atop a rocky terrace
Burden suffused
Dulled skies overhead
Concealing the bright white
My heart drowning
In supreme
Dystopian smog.
The Noose Dec 2015
You leave shards of your halo
Hovering over my very essence
Dispossesing rational
Sowing the root of need
Your soil in my fingernails
Nurturing
A plant hungering for effloresce
To pry from your ungenerous fists
These half hearted declarations
Laced with fiction
Spewed
From your mildewed heart
Bruising disposition
In absence of rue
Yet to descend
From where which holds it captive

You leave shards of being
Catacombed within
My vacuous heart
Rebellious desire
Betraying intention
To Spiral in your opaque
The Noose Dec 2014
Suspended high on the
Pendulum of volatile emotion
As high as my horizon
That of gravity
Which knew not my name

Discarded by the wings of mirth
The carcass of my yesterday
Collided with my tomorrow
Tainting my dreams of splendour

The dead hands that clung on
The fragile shadow
Ashamed of the light
The chasm is endless

A tidal wave of
Endless murderous desire
Drenched in vermilion
Susceptible to ruin
The rhythm of the heart
Pounded
Ever so thunderously
Intensity
Too profound to fathom
A catapult into the unknown
Deliciously so

The year draws nigh
Envisaged ends
Remain unrealised
Ready to roar
Or maybe
Just speak.
I for one am ready to see this year go,  what lies ahead I am uncertain of, feet forward into a blinding forest. I'll follow my feet.

Happy New Year poets, remember to love grandly and live genuinely someday.. I pray, the puzzle pieces will fit.
The Noose Sep 2014
A great sacrifice
Surrounded by uncertainty
Burdens and numbs

In the end
The sticky threads
Of the mundane
Seized and with no desire
I crept back into the familiar.
The Noose Feb 2014
I identify with ghosts
Making the pine floorboards
Creak in the dead of the night.
The Noose Apr 2014
Head sunk into the soft pillow
Envisioning dreams
That have gathered dust
In the hour notorious
For generating excessive thoughts

Mindlessly listening to the howling
Of early winter's bitter winds
The menacing cold
Piercing my skin
Quick to shiver
These bones have always been
Intolerant of the harsh elements

As though in slow motion
The hours stagger on
Surely this insomnolence
Has made it's point.
The Noose Oct 2013
It is not with words I can express what I am feeling
I can't splatter my anger all over the page
Heaving out my anger face to face
Settling the final score
This beast is ugly

Filled and driven by hate for one person, I would gladly dance to the sound of a rock song on this person's grave
Murdered my soul
The air is too thick, I can't breath when they are around
I despise them
I wish one could erase one's blood

I want to scream but nobody will hear me and if they do, I can't be helped
Everything is dark again, that tiny spark of light that was once within my reach is gone

All of my hopes and dreams pull me back down onto the ground
This is supposed to be the happiest time of my life,
The prime of my youth
       so ******* tired
It feels as though I have lived for a thousand years.
The Noose Dec 2013
I am going in for another round or two
Come February I will be
romancing giant textbooks
I am going to have my ***** deep in academia again
There's a new postgraduate student in town!

In a way this is part of my master plan to defer the reality of being ****** into the hideous job market
My relentless fruitless search for employment has left me disheartened and somewhat regretful
Though at the very end of the day I am proud of my accomplishment
I did it for me
What isn't immediately forthcoming is no reason for me to forget why I embarked on this quest for education
And why I held on
It is something no one can take away from me
The satisfaction of feeding your brain with knowledge is some kind of high
This is of course debatable

Perhaps I hide behind these books
As if  they offer me fortification
Not letting anyone in
An ice queen of note
but you can't cuddle 2 degrees
And you cannot share a meal with either

For things to fall into place I am going to be needing a rather potent  antidote for my general lameness.
The Noose Apr 2014
These pernicious deeds....

Clenched jaw
A trail of the bright-red
And spit
Dribble from the mouth

Stifled mutterings
Of this ends today
Float in the air

Oh, how the need
To stop the engine
Exacerbates
When exchanging
Menacing glances with death

Wrestle the lethargy

The familiar
Awakened guilt
Gnaws away.
The Noose Sep 2013
Unveil your true self to the masses

Unveil what you choose to
perpetuate

They won’t like you for who
you are

They only like the pieces you present to them in an off the cuff facade

So you wear that mask

Some are more comfortable than others

Of course you know this.
The Noose May 2018
When we heard stories
Of those who yearned
To feel the void in their hearts
with experience
To drive away the cold
through design
Stories of those who knew not
what to do with their hands
How circumstance
became the author of who they were
And how they gave up the ghost while teetering on the precipice of possibility
They told us of the fearless
Who pranced
on cliffs with steep edges
The hopeful
Who clung to the almost with dead hands
The Noose Jul 2018
The silence knows
The chill
occupying
The chasm within you
Just like the dark knows
Even flickering pale light you possess
Will not save you

Just one more relapse
from settling the score
As the ticking time bomb ticks
These enchanting ***** nights
are numbered.
The Noose May 2021
In waning threads of light
The shadow of
Our lily burgeons
That howling wind
takes everything
But
She's easy on the eyes
When the time comes
She'll have the heart.
The Noose Jan 2014
Violin sonatas of gloom
Acoustics of desire
Play all at once
A peculiar compilation
An elegy of sorts
For yours truly
Welcome to life
Soak up the unrealised potential

Inflamed with rage
To this day
You walk this earth
With a strong conviction
You owe yourself something
You cannot deliver
Extreme self-expectations
Coupled with perfectionism
The fatal modus operandi
You continue adhering to
Goodluck with standing in the way
Of your own happiness

Thrive in your concentrated negativity
While seeking solace in one-liners
Of absolute *******
You maybe a joke
But you are hilarious
Oh, wait.. the joke wore thin
A dozen punchlines ago
You died 12 summers ago
It’s whatever

One day bitter and wilted
As you sit in a cold impersonal office
You will dream about the ocean
And mourn wasted youth
Today will be yesterday
Today is ruined
Tomorrow is dead.
Just for clarification I am ******* enthusiast.
The Noose Jan 2014
I am the compulsive liar
The occupant of the sleeping quarters
Two doors on your left
Down the passageway
Tread carefully on the slithery porcelain floor tiles
Mind the shells
Mind me

I am the pretender
I do not look you in the eye
For fear of you peeking into my shattered soul
I bury my body in swathes of fabric
This, what you perceive
Is a carefully cultivated illusion
I ache to eject myself
Out of this repugnant figure

I am the nuisance
With a hint of remorse to keep me human
The whiner
Draining you

Please pardon me
As I seek
Absolution from overcompensating.
The Noose May 2018
The late afternoon sun
Whose heat dusk would soon to absorb
Sifted through the window
Exposing particles of dust
Lightly strewn on the glistening cement floor
Of the passageway
It must have been September

Daisied grass beneath my feet
Ladybird crawling along my fingertip
A fleet of autumn birds on the wing
Above me in their hundreds
Their remedying cadence
Humming and resonating in my head
It must have been September.
The Noose Sep 2013
Swinging on a pendulum
back and forth and again and again
Forever wandering in the hallways of monotony
Paralysed by my own indecisiveness
perhaps I should pause
before I dive in.....
Into the wilderness of reality
The Noose Jan 2015
Some are born balanced
On a precipice and remain
Tethered for the rest of their days
Overlooking barely there
Mental images
Fragments of a lucid dream
Of a conjured up past life
Once etched on skin
But no longer there
They speak of
Violent reinvention
And escape
While the hollow speaks
And catapults into spaces
Better left unknown

Psyches wrapped in denial
Running the gamut of habitual sins
Perpetuating legacies of pain
With hands that carry
The burdens of forefathers
Tiptoeing
In the twilight of dreams
Willing for the heavens
To send a spring that blooms

Hearts whose pounding
Reverberates endlessly
inside of ears
Eyes that get darker as they close
Meet with ours
A look
A sigh
Ascertaining a mutual recognition
Of the familiar
Shadows that plague.
The Noose Mar 2016
Silhouette of dreams
In the perforated horizon
The mountain devoured my sunset
As the City collapsed into the deep
An ethereal downfall turned pungent

The unwavering black crackles
Drifting through a
Meandering rivulet
Devoid of substance
Funeral of a heart
Held captive
In a blinding forest
Never to unfold

Harshly the menacing wind
Carried my dreams in it’s belly
To leave fragments
Whose trail lay strewn
Like raven martyred roses
Someday I will  learn to love
The barren earth
Which holds me
In the moon’s embrace
The Noose Feb 2014
Flickering halo

Comatose and forgotten

Abandoned

On the corner of despondency

......and shame

Mutilated with the scalpel of false hope

Exacerbated ruin

Razor thin backbone

Just another ill-fated cliché

A dweller of the peripheral

Entrapped by screaming silence.
The Noose Jan 2022
I want to spill my head all
over a busy street corner
and violently expose my
actual self as what I am
and what I chose to
perpetuate
Written in july 2013 under the alias "ride the spiral"
The Noose Sep 2013
Pardon me if this does not make
any sense

Do you ever feel like you spend
your life constantly putting
together pieces of broken
strings, you never really solve
any of your problems instead
you just mend where there are
loose ends but the knot is never
tight enough to last long
because at some point the string
breaks and you repeat and
repeat and…..

Do you ever feel like a piece of
string… liable to break, you
once were strong you once had
a resilient mind but now every
little land slide causes you to
break and each breakdown is
different because the more you
have them the more they take a
toll on you, crushing you…
leaving only what’s left of you, a
scared little girl with a soul that
was once full of life but now
just shrivel and cold.

Hundreds of pieces of strings
are strewn on the floor and
they resemble how you have
failed to control and contain
your life. They resemble tried
and failed ideas that did not
work out. One solution fails you
grab another string… to put
your life back together… it fails
you grab another one and so on.
What happens when you run out
of string? Disintegrate? No
because you’ve done that a
thousand times already.

It’s all a vain attempt to escape
yourself, so you fantasize about
hanging on a string and you
quickly dismiss that thought
because even though you don’t
know who you are you do know
that is not the type of person
you are. You decided to stick
around why? Curiosity. That is
the reason you’re still here.
The Noose Apr 2016
Dandelion dust
Erupting in your wake
Am I the shadow now
Hungering for a hint
Of your glow
The murk on your halo
The effluence tarnishing
Your atmosphere
Gentle in your release

Tear it asunder
Forsake this
Impermanent delight
This craze
Bury it under the blanket
of your yesterday

My devotion
Carried away in the breeze
Unwelcome dwellings
Nestling in my core
Ripping through
An intrepid spirit
Fortified with humiliation
Recquainted with this avenue
Once more
Where fervour hangs it's boots
Am I the shadow now, my sweet
Tugging at the hem of your trousers
13/03/2016
The Noose Nov 2013
Drenched in psychedelia
The asylum you bury yourself along with your burdens in
But it’s always temporary
Despondency is always in season
Not forthcoming is change
You perpetuator you

Purpose ravaged by a river of lost opportunities
You lost a piece of yourself when the steel doors slammed shut in your face
And yours was one hell of a knock

Now Inebriation is your newly found crutch
Oh the irony!
The bottom of the clear glass bottle is not where you belong

This self pity is getting rather tedious
Get off your ****
Walk through the fire, do not go round it
For you my dear, will prevail.
The Noose Dec 2013
Here,
In a prison of our own design
Held hostage by our disturbed psyches
We are robot-like beings
It's as though we have been programmed to perpetuate the  destruction of our selves

Products of faulty wiring, we are
Razor blades tickle our trembling wrists
And we beg to the gods to vanish without a trace

I am not afraid to fall deeper into the murky waters as long as it's with you
The sadness in your eyes complements the sadness in mine

Let's drown in wine, shall we?
Feed our arteries with substance so we can feel
There won't be any healing, I know
The depression is forever in  presence
Our pain is a chronic wound.
The Noose Jun 2014
I have been seeking solace
In fantasies
Of meeting my quietus
All my pleas to the maker
To be exonerated from the tyranny of drudgery
Fell to the wind

In the throes
Of self-abasement
I have been torn asunder
And rue haunts me
Like no ghost ever could

I don't quite know
Where this road
With no footmarks leads
Marching into the uncharted
All what my eyes perceive
Are visions of fractured glass
As I stare into the distance of a destiny painted in eerie hues.
The Noose Jul 2014
The light of the moon
Eclipsed the shadow of earth
It’s symbolism of rebirth
Was evidence of
Possibilities yet to be

Fleeting as hope is
As Illusionary
As the departure of pain is
On that October evening
We tore what remained asunder
And cast it to the bitter winds
Sorrow breathed
It’s final breath.
The Noose Dec 2013
Placing Rebekah in her box
And storing her in the garage
Nevermind it cost me my teenage savings
To have her in my ownership back then
Lord knows I have tried
To master this fine art that comes easily to some
Memory fails me
Consistency is key
I am impatient and my fingers are rigid
And in all honesty I am not gifted in that general category

Don't get me started on the barrage of requests from family members
who beg me to whip out Rebekah at family affairs
With full expectation of  me blowing them away
Highly unlikely, folks

Perhaps I could leave her in the corner of my room
For aesthetic purposes
She is after all a beauty.
Rebekah is my acoustic guitar, I **** at playing. I really wanted to be able to jam some good ol' mellow acoustic numbers then progress to electric, I had it all planned out. ha ha ha?

A chair would probably be better at playing than me.
The Noose Dec 2013
Falling in reverse
At a speed faster than lightning
The rapidity of the fall is overwhelming
This absence of order
Where is it leading me to
Will it ever cease to torment

Birthing a nicotinic habit
Nauseated
I can't seem to rid of this stench of impurity

Tell them to not bother feeding me reason or positivity
There is no emotion to make it sink in
In the hollow that is my being
Their words echo & die out without impact

One month was all I could afford
Then the inevitable crumbling of the clumsily put together puzzle
Futility in my attempts at reassembling
The puzzle pieces no longer fit.
The Noose May 2015
The certitude of abandon
Clear like the diamond on her ring
I was always bound to be the one
Left with my heart
Throbbing outside of my chest
Consumed in adoration
This life ebbs away
With torrents of unkind truth
It congeals at my feet, my dear
This inexorable despair.
The Noose Jun 2020
there was pain
fear
in your bones
that which gnawed at you
in the
belly of the night
the lord
had to take you away.
The Noose May 2015
Parade ambiguity
In the face of discarded sentiment
To hasten the collapse

Feet anchored
On the borderlines you drew
The perfect idea
That failed to hold true
The essence of void,
Your departure

Scattered stars
Out of view
Once more into the fold of Incomprehensible despair
I carry our story in my hands
All I have is the story.
The Noose Mar 2015
I am pixelated dust
And your face is the moon
All that you pulsate
Renders me blinded
And bound to the
Elastic tether of want.
The Noose Feb 2018
I am pixelated dust
And your face is the moon
All that you pulsate
Renders me blinded
And bound to the
Elastic tether of want.
The Noose Dec 2014
A gaggle of evergreen
Riverine woodland
Invigorating crisp air
Raging without sound
Sun's glare
Stealthily seeping
Through tree ferns
Crimson winged Turacos
Gliding overhead
Humming melodies
Of memories past
Amidst
Mountain splendour
I found a pocket of nirvana
In the hollow.
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