Emotionally Charged Art

This week has been a tough one.

With everything that happened in Manchester several days ago, I haven’t been sure how to feel. Putting it all into words is hugely difficult and it’s been a long time since I turned to poetry to get my feelings out, but I couldn’t think of any better way to express myself.

Not all of these poems are influenced by this week’s events, but they’ve all been written in a state of great emotion that has filled me in recent days.

The first piece – ’22 Balloons’ – is something that I wrote in response to the Manchester bombing on the night following the attack in honour of the twenty-two people who sadly lost their lives. ‘The Social Divine’ is a commentary on the way society works in the 21st century and the reliance we all now have on technology, social media, etc., while ‘Nightmares’ is quite a dark piece that I find very open to interpretation.

My relationship with writing hasn’t been as strong as it used to be since the final year of my degree, but in times like these I’m reminded of why it’s such a great passion of mine. I’m not always that great at expressing my feelings in social situations when it comes to serious topics, but when I put pen to paper the words do a great job of helping me find what to say.

22 Balloons

22 balloons

caught on the ceiling of

unfulfilled potential

 

helium bleeding

from a hole pierced

deep

22 balloons

falling from freedom

 

beneath moonlight

 

the siren call of a child turns

quiet

and goes willingly to the open hands of

 

an old friend

an acquaintance

who pays all debts

and takes no bribes

 

arguments fall on deaf ears

in the aftermath

the unspoken words

scream

for years to come

 

never silenced

 

even with a smile

the memory remains unwashed

 

tainted

 

a road blocked by a fallen tree

 

unmoving

 

22 balloons

trapped on the verge of forever

with no-one to hold them down

and stop them floating

 

away

 

The Social Divine

I wonder

if we are products for manufacture

to be churned out to all participating stores in your area.

 

Are we an endless chain of disposability?

Might the grass grow greener

or at all

on the other side?

 

Is it time to find the off switch and declare

‘We have done your bidding now away we go’

without ever looking back at what we’ve blindly left behind?

 

Strange

some might say

that we have a past when we only see

the future

or what is inevitable.

 

Did you know

that the average life span of a human male

 

can be found online alongside everything else including the kitchen sink at just £59.99.

 

Our educational system is flawed

outdated

with its interest in offline subjects.

Teachers need to stop with that age-old line

‘No phones in class’

because we all know which between the two is

worthless.

 

Social interaction was never meant to be

face to face

when it’s so much easier to send a message.

Why else do we have emojis?

 

Obsolete

is a word we don’t use enough these days

when it so accurately defines what it means to be

 

what?

 

Blink and you’ll miss

the lifetime ahead of you

but don’t look up for too long

 

you might see something important.

 

Nightmares

carpet runway

is rough on bare feet

 

the endless hallway falls through

everything

lost in the dark

 

grabbing hands cannot find                                          solace? escape?

 

no

 

there are only footfalls and blinking lights

on a black canvas

 

tiny lungs know no limit when they cry for help

hopeful in the arms of

another

less infantile than themselves

 

Eyes closed

open

closed

open and seeing nightmares

 

this is not a dream.

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