Aurora E-Book

Darren Hobson

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

It started with a laugh, a lighthearted jest. But the descent was swift and brutal, a rollercoaster plummeting into the darkest recesses of a tormented mind. Alcohol offered false solace, while the twisted voices within stoked an all-consuming need: to know if the carefully constructed world of your thoughts and beliefs aligned with the elusive inner life of Aurora. This wasn't a simple infatuation destined to fade; it metastasized into something immense, a fragile territory where fact and fiction became indistinguishable. Each spin on this chaotic merry-go-round scattered seeds of paranoia, poisoning the nascent stages of love and forcing uncomfortable moral questions into the light. Does Aurora truly see the intricate workings of your mind? Can she ever comprehend the weight of the sacrifices made to grant her a better existence? And will she ever understand the final, ultimate act undertaken in her name?

Leseprobe

Darren Hobson

Aurora

Dedicated to all who fell before me.BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

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Aurora

Darren Hobson

Published by Darren Hobson at Bookrix

Copyright ©2019 Darren Hobson.

©2020 updated Darren Hobson.

As this book is written by the poet Darren Hobson it is most likely to contain foul language that most adults use in their daily life, but when these fucking words are written down in a cunt of a book only then do these words become offensive. It is obviously not the poets intention to shock without a proper reason but as this poet is actually writing about real life and it’s daily dark dose of cruel reality then foul language will be generously sprinkled like parmesan on your warmed up overcooked dinners.

Flaws, a brief introduction to the Dilemma

We all want to escape from the daily routine of life, if someone says they enjoy being at work and enjoy being at home then they are lying. Some people love their work but despise being at home, for some other lazy fucker they hate work and prefer to lounge around their living room all day.

For me I don’t like being at home and being obliged to do the daily choirs and I definitely don’t being at work following someone else’s rules so I am stuck in limbo, I am not one of those modern men who go to the gym or strips down to my micro trunks to swim in a piss infested swimming pool.

After a day of work I generally opt for a beer or two, I always have it might be a pub, a café or something along the lines but they have to serve me alcohol without charging me half my wage, this is where I come in contact with the real people I observe the customers and the owners and they end up in my books.

I also find myself talking to the bar staff and the waitresses as you do, some are more flirty than others some are stoned faced and sterile, the problem is while you are trying hard not to overthink, you are trying hard to drown your sorrows, it’s a very dangerous situation as the lines of reality and fantasy blur, so the more you drink trying to stop the voices in your head the more wild your fantasies become. You have to realize that she is just playing, just joking and making a fool out of you because she is bored shitless and can’t wait to go see her skinny little boyfriend after work.

Overthinkers though always have a card ready to play, it’s the what if card.

Darren Hobson Nettuno 2020

Infatuation

I promised myself not to walk down this road anymore

But as my bones age and weaknesses grow

I tried so hard not to break what I promised myself

But I felt my barriers melt like autumn snow

One bad habit collides with another

One bad mistake leads to another bad lover

Trying to step out of the never-ending ferocious circle

One more time for old times’ sake

I tried to ignore you but you were always near

Every corner I turned you was always there

Life always has always got a trick up its sleeve

It showed me a ghost of what could be

But that is the point don’t you see

She could never be anything to me

Far too young and far too good to mention

She blew a hole in my mind

And it got called infatuation

She was teasing everyone all the time

I suppose being young and cheeky isn’t a crime

I tried to breathe and I tried to look away

But she kept colliding with me every single day

Don’t call it by anything else don’t call it fate

I wasn’t the person foolishly inserting himself into a web

Before I knew it, it was way too late

I sent myself to permanent detention

And it got called infatuation

Don’t blame me because I just happened to be there

One thousand miles from reality out in nowhere

I just wanted a drink and forget who I really am

Let the arguments run free in this worm of a man

It’s been a long time since I made someone smile

You would chew me up in seconds, discarded on a pile

You didn’t need my wit or old-time attention

You certainly didn’t need my sickly infatuation

I pulled myself up but I couldn’t bear to look down

I was on the merry-go-round without a sound

All the cheeky bloody kids mocked me aloud

I felt so alienated and the least bit proud

So why do I do when I am in touching distance of you

Why do I get so frustrated just trying to talk to you?

You call me names and you laugh into my face

Have you got an antivirus for my infatuation?

I look in the mirror behind you and I try not to stare

I get angry with myself for keeping myself so near

I drink some poison to erase the poison that is you

Why is it that I am always thinking about you?

When you have the lemon knife pointing at my throat

You murmur under your breath ancient curses from earth

You think I am just an object that you can punch at will

I think all this infatuation is making me ill

You lower your guard and flash a smile once more

Knowing that I was heading out and searching for the door

The stupid idiot of me accepts just another expensive cold beer

She wants to continue to torture me in here

How could I let her win all over again?

Every bloody night it’s the same goddamn game

It just leads to some more dirty frustration

Everyone can see my infatuation.

Born on the wrong side of the page

My claws were broken away a long time ago

My heart is so frozen in my mind only snow

My soul is a multifracture I am all the rage

Looks like I was born on the wrong side of the page

So, don’t turn me over because I’m a nasty motherfucker

Don’t ever underline me or try to undermine me

If you crease one of my corners I will come back to haunt you

Don’t tear me out until you know what I’m about

When the author set his mind on writing one more book

He needed a character that was way down on his luck

The type of person that would always be one paragraph away

That’s were I was written on the wrong side of the page

My eyesight use to be normal before my life became abnormal

I used to have taste until pussy love ripped the taste buds from me,

I use to get my teeth into any steak that would do

Now the doctor's advice is I should be drinking from a paper straw

So, don’t you come over giving me some manly advice

That is when I get hysterically when I promise I won’t be nice

When they thought of me it's when they unlocked my cage

Guess I was born on the wrong side of the page

So, Mr. author what is this infatuation you gave to me?

Why did you have to drop me into the deep end of love

Knowing that everywhere I looked that I could never see