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These Words Aren't Weapons

Robert Jepson, 25, UK. Unpretentious Poetry.

thesewordsarentweapons:

In this universe
I am so small.
I am so weak
but in my dreams
I bend realities
and wear clothes
made with the very
fabric of time
and sewed together
with a supernova.
I’ve had fist fights with giants
I’ve slain dragons
I made mountains fall
like sandcastles under foot
but when I wake
I’m just a grain of that sand
that can be blown away
by a gentle breeze.

In this universe
I am so small.
I am so weak
but in my dreams
I bend realities
and wear clothes
made with the very
fabric of time
and sewed together
with a supernova.
I’ve had fist fights with giants
I’ve slain dragons
I made mountains fall
like sandcastles under foot
but when I wake
I’m just a grain of that sand
that can be blown away
by a gentle breeze.

Auron’s Address

17. October 2014

thesewordsarentweapons:

I have a job to do
and promises to keep
battles to fight 
before I sleep.
A teacher.
A guide.
My blade
I abide.
My promises are kept
the battle won
out of the father’s shadow
stand his son.
It’s the end 
for our stoic septet
Romeo says goodbye
to his Juliet.

(via thesewordsarentweapons)

thesewordsarentweapons:

I thought that I would come to apologise
but what would I apologise for ?
Would I apologise for not being the man
that you wanted me to be.
I told you what I was.
I was trouble.
You just never believed me.
We both regard language as a gift
so why would I waste anymore words.
Saying sorry
well,
it’d just be a sorry excuse to see you.

thesewordsarentweapons:

The vase hit the wall
and that was goodbye.
The photo was placed face down
instead of being torn up
so maybe it just see you soon.
I hope it wasn’t.
For her sake.

Took life by the hand

17. October 2014

thesewordsarentweapons:

If I were to play
a game today
I;d play Russian roulette.
I’d have no fears,
they wouldn’t cry any tears
and if I spoke final words
they would fall on deaf ears.
Predetermined results
for the game of life
there must be more
then a car, job and wife
more than darkness.
Life must be more
than the relief
of an empty chamber.

A Cemetery Date

17. October 2014

thesewordsarentweapons:

I tore the demons
from my head
and laid them across
my blood stained bed.
I folded the demons
within the crimson sheets
uncharacteristically
nice and neat.
I lived a lunar cycle
with them locked away
no longer letting them
rule my day.
I packed a picnic
for our cemetery date
I packed the crimson sheet
as I was running late.
As we unfolded it
beside that path
the demons came forth
to inflict their wrath.
but with her by my side
I felt so brave
I knew to their torment
I would no longer cave.
My princess
is dressed in black
and keeps the demons at bay
when they attack.

Up-side down Inside Out

17. October 2014

thesewordsarentweapons:

As a child I always feared
being upside down,
not for fear of falling
just my smile would be a frown.
So I dared never go upside down
in case they would ask,
are you okay?
Back then,
I had the world upon my small shoulders
that world may only of been made up of
a couple of streets
but it was enough to make me drag my feet.
The world I carry today
is far bigger and far heavier
and it sinks my feet into the ground.
I have learn that sometimes
it’s healthier not to care
and as soon as you do that
it lifts you like a balloon in up
Ironically
"up" had me grounded for a week.
I guess that life’s a gift
and a cross to bear
and if that’s the case
we can call it fair.

Up-side down Inside Out

16. October 2014

As a child I always feared
being upside down,
not for fear of falling
just my smile would be a frown.
So I dared never go upside down
in case they would ask,
are you okay?
Back then,
I had the world upon my small shoulders
that world may only of been made up of
a couple of streets
but it was enough to make me drag my feet.
The world I carry today
is far bigger and far heavier
and it sinks my feet into the ground.
I have learn that sometimes
it’s healthier not to care
and as soon as you do that
it lifts you like a balloon in up
Ironically
"up" had me grounded for a week.
I guess that life’s a gift
and a cross to bear
and if that’s the case
we can call it fair.

Wishing Well

16. October 2014

thesewordsarentweapons:

When I was young, they told me
to protect my wishes
and to look after the pennies
but I still went and threw them
down that wishing well.
I’m yet to get anything back.
I know Odin threw is right eye
down Mimir’s well
and he got granted wisdom.
I’m starting to think
if I was wise,
I wouldn’t throw my pennies away.
Maybe I was never wishing anyway
maybe it ‘s just my way
of discarding dreams.
Letting them sink to the bottom
and shine on up
at the well’s next wisher.
It nice to know though
I can always go,
and visit that well
that’s upon that hill
and see if anyone
plucked one of dreams
from that crystal clear water.

Wishing Well

16. October 2014

When I was young, they told me
to protect my wishes
and to look after the pennies
but I still went and threw them
down that wishing well.
I’m yet to get anything back.
I know Odin threw is right eye
down Mimir’s well
and he got granted wisdom.
I’m starting to think
if I was wise,
I wouldn’t throw my pennies away.
Maybe I was never wishing anyway
maybe it ‘s just my way
of discarding dreams.
Letting them sink to the bottom
and shine on up
at the well’s next wisher.
It nice to know though
I can always go,
and visit that well
that’s upon that hill
and see if anyone
plucked one of dreams
from that crystal clear water.

A Cemetery Date

15. October 2014

I tore the demons
from my head
and laid them across
my blood stained bed.
I folded the demons
within the crimson sheets
uncharacteristically
nice and neat.
I lived a lunar cycle
with them locked away
no longer letting them
rule my day.
I packed a picnic
for our cemetery date
I packed the crimson sheet
as I was running late.
As we unfolded it
beside that path
the demons came forth
to inflict their wrath.
but with her by my side
I felt so brave
I knew to their torment
I would no longer cave.
My princess
is dressed in black
and keeps the demons at bay
when they attack.

Took life by the hand

15. October 2014

If I were to play
a game today
I;d play Russian roulette.
I’d have no fears,
they wouldn’t cry any tears
and if I spoke final words
they would fall on deaf ears.
Predetermined results
for the game of life
there must be more
then a car, job and wife
more than darkness.
Life must be more
than the relief
of an empty chamber.

thesewordsarentweapons:

I think this sadness
has turned me into an addict
to pull me from this depth
it takes a grand gesture
but next time it’ll require
something grander still.
Then grander still.
It’s a vicious cycle.
Nothing seems to stem the tide
not even if Moses was by my side
and he was blessed divine.
I try and crawl out of this pit
but the walls grow tall.
The walls grow so tall
I can’t see the light anymore.
maybe some people are throwing ropes
but none of them are as long
as I’ve sat in despair.

It is not forgiveness
that I seek
but acceptance.