#5 Drowning

(Josie Sayz: This is the fifth poem from my ‘Rollercoaster Rainbow’ anthology. It’s one of my deeper, more serious and meaningful poems. For this one, I was inspired by ‘Eyeshine’ and ‘Simple Plan’ – two bands that always make me feel less alone.)

You don’t know what it’s like,
Not to be like everyone else.
You don’t know what it’s like,
To be left all by yourself.
When every day is grey.
Got nothing nice to say.
Sick of being stuck here this way.
I was drowning,
Struggling to keep my head up high.
I was drowning,
Sick of telling people I was fine.
I was drowning,
Stuck living in the dead of night.
I was drowning,
No signs of ever seeing daylight.
You don’t know what it’s like,
The feeling that are in my head.
You don’t know what it’s like,
Sometimes I wish I was dead.
Always feeling this way.
And it won’t go away.
Stuck like it every day.
I was drowning,
Struggling to keep my head up high.
I was drowning,
Sick of telling people I was fine.
I was drowning,
Stuck living in the dead of night.
I was drowning,
No signs of ever seeing daylight.
Needed to find another way.
Couldn’t take another day.
I needed somebody to save me.
You phoned me up, dead of night,
Promised you’d help me find the light.
I needed somebody to save me.
I was drowning,
Struggling to keep my head up high.
I was drowning,
Sick of telling people I was fine.
I was drowning,
Stuck living in the dead of night.
I was drowning,
No signs of ever seeing daylight.

- Josie -

#TBT - Falling Piano

(Josie Sayz: Another Throw-Back-Thursday. This old poem of mine popped into my head on my way to work this morning. It’s a pretty funny poem (to me) that I wrote when I was sixteen. It’s about a guy who used to hang out with my group of friends at college, but he was so phoney and fake and it used to really frustrate me. All he was interested in were girls thinking he was cool. He’s a popular local musician, but only because the girls all think he’s hot. I swear his only followers are girls. Grr, just thinking about him gets me angry. I guess I still need that falling piano. I did draw an accompanying picture; I’ll have to see if I can find it.)

Sitting there waiting with nothing at all,
I was wishing that piano should just fall –
On you.
Sitting inside on a sunny day,
Wishing that it would just rain –
On you.
It’s not nice.
(No, no, oh no)
I know it’s not nice
(No, no, no-no)
To wish hurt onto you.
(No, no. Oh no, no)
After all you’re insane
And you’ve only got yourself to blame.
Shame on you!
You’re standing over there with your friends,
I saw a bee and I wanted to send it –
To you.
Over there where you always sit
With a bow and arrow I just want to hit –
You.
It’s not nice.
(No, no, oh no)
I know it’s not nice
(No, no, no-no)
To wish hurt onto you.
(No, no. Oh no, no)
After all you’re insane
And you’ve only got yourself to blame.
Shame on you!
At the train station where you’re standing,
A piano should start falling down –
On you.
Standing on stage playing your guitar loud,
I wish a giant spider would just fall –
On you.
It’s not nice.
(No, no, oh no)
I know it’s not nice
(No, no, no-no)
To wish hurt onto you.
(No, no. Oh no, no)
After all you’re insane
And you’ve only got yourself to blame.
Shame on you!
Nothing you can do
Can save you now.
Hiding behind your bleach blond hair
Can’t save you now…
It’s not nice.
(No, no, oh no)
I know it’s not nice
(No, no, no-no)
To wish hurt onto you.
(No, no. Oh no, no)
After all you’re insane
And you’ve only got yourself to blame.
Shame on you!
Shame on you!
Shame on you!

- Josie -