Leave us in a bedroom
a locked room
both bound by a fleeting veneration
but no tangible definition
and windows will fog up
with excess anxious laughter
and phlegmmed throats
til the glass transforms
transparent to translucent
so the outside world becomes
an informed guess about
which coloured shape is going
                   where.
The door handle will twist into the room’s
home grown central nervous system
backed by rising voices
rising pulses
assuring ourselves it is
everybody outside
who is trapped and not us
because ‘cosy’ has scribbled over
‘cramped’ between the sheets of peeling
wallpaper and bodies upon bodies upon
bodies only excites.
We will stay in bed
cocooned around this single duvet
and distracted into its folds because this
is how we choose to spend
free will. Don't
murmur about the locked door
and even when it opens for
lack of air or food
so we tentatively tread through into the
open, or perhaps closed,
I beg you to
grab my wrist and pull me back and whisper
tear yourself up
decrease with me
because this will always be the one place we’ll happily suffocate.

im crying!
now my mothers hands around me
shes talking staight to my heart
and shes always here
hold my hand
my head up high
she can look at all these broken shards and see a glass slipper
shea looking now
for my heart to open to her words
but theres only closed doors here
im sorry
all the pain
and the strain
and the hurt
and the blame
i had to lock it all away
before my mind began to fray
but she wipes it all away
along with my tears
boy,and i glad to have you here
With all these closed doors
Your the only one to check the locks
Well theyre all loose and free
Shes the only one to see
These broken parts of me

Her friends call her Nancy,
as long as it's not a name given by him..
He always called her Jeanny,
when he clipped away her wings.

He found Jeanny on the streat,
when she was just a child...
Nobody knew the painfull past
behind Jeannys broken smile.

He hurt Jeanny,and kept her locked,
never to get outside,
she made Jeanny beg for her life.
until he broke her mind.

Jeanny stabbed him 20 times,
then she cut away all off his limbs.
But late at night she still hears his voice,
"come Jeanny ,i need to cut your wings"

She will never break my heart again!
Yes indeed I'm alone again!

She was no good for me. All she did is look past me.

In the cellar of fantasy my heart waits.
My heart breaks.
Broken heart locked away in a suitcase.

Rainy and cold
Lonely is the room,
The bed is made,
The open window lets in the rain.

You don't care about anything.
Well, I feel too old to hold on.

Beyond this moment of time, your past lovers hurt!

In the cellar of fantasy my heart waits.
I know some people search the world,
Traveling to distant places in space and time.

Trapped away in this fantasy.
I see an awesome soul each time I look in your eyes.
Eyes locked shut.  

You stole the key.

Copyright © Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved

They sigh at the clouds when it rains
They curse the wind when it blows
They look at the sun with disapproving eyes
When it lingers too long in the sky

The weather in my own head
Is much more violent
Screaming thunderstorms  
Wild, breath-stealing hurricanes  
And a heat so scorching
That it burns anyone
Who comes near

So I've sealed myself up
In a glass box
So people won't feel  
Or hear
Or see  

For surely, if they can judge
The unstoppable force
Of Mother Nature
I can only imagine
What they will do
To me

I have this chain around me
my hands are tied together
I cannot move so freely

I have this chain around me
my mouth is encrusted with power
I cannot shout so loud

I have this chain around me
my ears are full of order
I cannot hear so clear

I have these chains around me
so tight, so heavy
I cannot breathe so fully



(samber)

My dog sat right next to me,
Moved his legs and couldn’t stop.
I assumed he had to ***
And wanted to go for a walk.

When I put on my tennis shoes,
He got up and ran towards the door.
As he did, I had Déjà vu
Of myself standing on the porch.

I saw my dog
On my laptop.
I turned the ****,
The door was locked.
The air turned on,
The lights turned off.
I rang and knocked,
He sat and watched.

… And all this time I really thought
He wanted to go for a walk.