Just 16 E-Book

Darren Hobson

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Beschreibung

As the seasons change and the warm weather has turned to that of the cold and inhuman taste of autumn, it is time for the reader to huddle down below the blankets with her cup of cocoa and read something horrific but true. Here is a collection of poetry that will slice you apart from the very first page, bouncing from one cruel and grim story to another. There are tales of wisdom and joy and yes there are tales of graveyard debauchery, tales of unwanted identities, a twist of life after death and just a hint of necrophilia. Halloween is only one day in an uneventful year but reading this kind of poetry will satisfy all your grim whims and sadistic sarcasm, just turn the page to be transported into a never ending truth trail of lust and corruption, this is the gateway to the spirit world, this is the way down to the underworld, this is Just 16. This indie poet continues to surprise his readers with his wit and unlimited imaginary, painting a picture of words that is simple to read but ingenious in the making, not everyone will like the grim tales that this collection holds but they will read this poetry with a smile nonetheless.

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Darren Hobson

Just 16

This collection of poetry is dedicated to the muse from the other world and those two demon cats that continue to dance on my grave no matter how many spells I cast.BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Charge/ Recharge.

  Just like all good horror stories

Our true tale starts on a

Darkest, cruellest autumn Monday,

When it is too cold to get out of bed

You curse at the vexatious alarm clock

Wishing for, hoping for a better way

As your tumble around the cold flat

You are blind as a bat at midday

Stumbling over one cat and then the other

Craving it was Saturday

The zombie in the mirror looks back at you

Your hair is almost standing on its ends

Your throat is dry like a sandpaper sandwich

Reminding you those weekdays always ends

Time to charge

Time to recharge

Time to take a little hit

Time to relight the fuse

Some espresso coffee will do it

The strongest you will use

Then lightning strikes and you are in the news

Full of ideas and points of views

Ready to face another mundane day at work

Through floods and blizzards and god knows what

And you take the world on your shoulders

You never felt so energized

But this is the high of a caffeine kick

You will soon be back down to size

Discharged

Deflated

Depressed

Irate

It is just another Monday

Too bloody tired to drag your ass

To the filthy looking car

That looks tired too

It has got to get you to work

On time but no time soon

Maybe we should stop off

Waste another five minutes

With another coffee

Time to charge

Time to recharge

Extra sugar

No time to stir!

Feeling ecstatic and energised

Charging the light brigade

Feeling 600 volts of cannon fire

Into the valley of death you’ve returned

But it is never ever enough

The horror show that is Monday is rough

Through stormy seas you sit on a paper boat

While the world passes by and gloats

At silly old you

Just trying to get through

Another cursed day

In this godforsaken place

Trying to cut some slack

And win this human race

And charging through walls of lead

Cutting through diamonds with a fist

Lifting the Himalayas onto your shoulders

Bowling the earth into skittles

Sweets tasting of sugar

Coloured with beetle juice

An instant rotting effect

I think a few screws have come loose

You need to charge into the day

You need to recharge your batteries

It is a never ending viscous circle

While fantasying of eating cotton candy

With energy comes a storm

Then there comes a power surge

Just when you are recharging your phone

Comes the usual power cut

In the dark

Feeling cold

Battery low

Fading signs of life…

Just 16

  There is not enough romance in living

When you don’t live between the roses

In an English garden abandoned

The petals of delicate flowers have blown away

In this place uncultivated and fallow

Never dreaming of a new tomorrow

Falling from high perch to disgrace

Not knowing how you reached this desolate place

There is horror in every love story

There are so many truths untold

There will be tears and blood stains

You will not regret getting old

Just another kid who played on the streets

Just another girl who flirted with flames

First you smoked your first cigarette

When you should have been playing games

How could an innocent cigarette lead to this?

A downward spiral from just one drag

It looked cool to be a rebel with eyeliner

It seemed great to be the schoolyard slag

With one urge will come yet another

With one quick kiss will come another lover

From one little flirt comes wandering hands

Before you know it you’ve been split open

Thirteen and so young

To be just so free

And cunning and a little dirty

Just to be named, easy

School then became a distraction

Just something the nerds needed to do

What is the point of reading history?

When you have a dying urge to screw

Getting your kicks while skipping school

Getting laid and breaking other rules

No control from those back at home

They did not know you was such a fool

How could an innocent kiss lead to this?

A downward spiral from your menstrual cycle

It looked cool to be a whore on fire

It seemed great to be a rebel on bike

It seemed that the boys got older

As you flirted all other the place

Now you were really mixing with the wrong crowd

Stop yourself, for crying out loud!

Fifteen and so young

To be just so easy

Trying so many different thrills

Feeling sick and queasy

Feeling a little sick and way too tired

You thought it was something you had smoked

All these new experience were new to you

Hey bitch, you’re pregnant, someone joked

But you did not get the hint

You carried on smoking weed

Drinking cheap cider from the bottle

Ignorant of your growing seed

Only when one of your many boyfriends

Took you out for a spin in a stolen car

Smashed into a police van, lucky you