In The Demon's Head #147: Blast From The Past #6
July 30, 2013
Hello everyone, we're nearing the end of July. In fact August starts in just a couple of days. Now so far, this year hasn't been the most eventful for me publishing wise, but I hope to rectify that. With the release of Blackout coming next month, and in December an anthology of In The Demon's Head I feel I'm on a nice track to get there. Next year seems to be where it's starting to take shape... I hope. We'll have to wait and see. Regardless, next year is then, and today is now. So let's get to today's special blast from the past post.
July 30, 2013
Hello everyone, we're nearing the end of July. In fact August starts in just a couple of days. Now so far, this year hasn't been the most eventful for me publishing wise, but I hope to rectify that. With the release of Blackout coming next month, and in December an anthology of In The Demon's Head I feel I'm on a nice track to get there. Next year seems to be where it's starting to take shape... I hope. We'll have to wait and see. Regardless, next year is then, and today is now. So let's get to today's special blast from the past post.
Chains
This deep dark hole that I’m in,
Seems to have no way out,
I don’t know how to climb to the surface,
The damaged part of my head,
Tells me to stay,
But the rest of begs to go,
Even if I wanted to the chain,
The chain would hold me in place,
I’m trying to remember how I got here,
But it all seems kind of fuzzy,
****
I used to be a businessman,
Working 9-5 every Monday-Friday
I would go through the parking garage,
On my way to,
And from work,
It was on one of those days,
That I was hit in the back of the head,
I blacked out,
When I woke up I was riding in the back of a van,
My vision was hazy,
And I didn’t understand those that were talking,
Slowly,
I drifted back off,
When I was finally brought to,
I felt the chain attached to my leg,
The hole was dark,
And quiet,
There was a plate of food,
And some water,
I drank and ate,
I didn’t think about what could have been in it,
I was just grateful to have it,
****
So much time seemed to have passed since that day,
But so little of it I could remember,
Maybe it was because,
Every day was exactly the same,
Maybe it was something else,
I could never be sure,
The days and nights mixed,
And finally,
I stopped trying to keep track,
My mind drifted back,
I had met very few people,
The conversation that floated in,
Was of the very first meeting I had,
With a man who called himself “Terry”
****
No one understood why I was there,
Least of all Me,
Then one day I met Terry,
He was the apparent leader behind the entire thing,
One day while he was down in this place,
With us,
I asked him,
Why I was there,
His laughter still echoes,
To this day,
“You were just,
In the wrong place at the wrong,
Time,”
He said.
“Our victims,
Choose themselves,
By circumstance,
And accident,
You just happened to fall to one of those.”
“What are you going to do with me?”
The sound of my voice was weaker then ever,
“All in due time.” They said
****
That run in was days,
Weeks,
Maybe Months ago,
I can’t ever be sure,
As I sit here I can only hope,
That the footsteps coming,
Are coming to help me,
End this life,
Otherwise,
I may attempt,
To take the chain,
And end it all,
On my own,
Even if it lands me in hell
About The Piece
This piece was strange to write. I enjoyed the character that developed while writing it and how he slowly but surely loses hope. It’s one of the things that I enjoy about writing most, the ability to watch characters change. I’d love to know what you thought of this piece so please feel free to share in the comments section.
****
The Holes in My Dreams
My nightmares haunt me,
Even in the daytime,
It’s one fucked up life that I live,
I feel as if my dreams,
Stick with me even in the daytime,
There are nights,
Where things like shootings,
And death haunt me,
Then there nights,
When the weird,
Sneak out of their box,
And begin to toy with my brain,
They show me things that can’t be real,
But they seem almost too lifelike,
To strange,
Almost as if ripped from the fires of hell,
I wanted to wake up,
But the dreams,
Would just hold me in,
I fought,
And fought,
Hoping for the light of day,
To wake me from this nightmare,
But when it finally comes,
I wake up,
But it’s only a few hours of salvation,
Until eventually,
I fall asleep again,
And the nightmares,
And the horrid images,
Creep back in my head,
Keeping sleep,
From ever being peaceful,
Again
About The Piece
This week was one of the hardest weeks I’ve had since I started doing this. It just seemed that everything had no real thing that screamed at me. I was able to find a story within each picture. It’s not something that was easy but I’m proud to say that I did it. This piece itself pretty much sums up how my mind works 90% of the time so just remember that should you ever meet me.
****
The Visitor
They sent me on the quest,
To discover my heritage,
To discover who I was,
And where I came from,
Originally I must admit,
The idea was one that I didn’t like,
But I thought that it could help,
So I agreed,
I didn’t want to admit that I was scared,
Or that I needed help,
So I went with whatever they offered,
And this was what they came up with,
They said that it would help me,
Discover myself,
That it would,
Offer me peace,
That it would give me a chance to learn about myself,
For me it was just a chance,
To get the hell away,
So I took it,
But on the first night alone,
Inside I felt different,
Whole,
Like someone had filled a special part of me,
The second day,
I wondered,
In search of food,
And found some berries,
That were hidden,
Behind a canopy of trees,
The second night,
Was when the world,
Began to get fuzzy,
I looked up at the moon,
And I saw a man,
Leaning on a stick,
He stared at me,
With brilliant blue eyes,
His face blank,
Almost as if asking,
What it was that I was doing,
I leaned up,
Staring back,
Unable to blink,
Or move,
It was then,
That he spoke to me,
He spoke long,
And fast,
About what it was like to be,
In my shoes,
I didn’t know what to think,
He was able to understand me,
To know what I had been through,
And finally,
He ended,
By telling me that,
He’d watch over me,
Like my guardian angel,
I can’t explain it,
But I felt the life,
Begin to drain away,
And suddenly I’m awake again,
This time in a hospital bed,
I feel the pain burning in my arms,
And I notice that,
I’m full of IV’s.
“He’s coming around.”
I slowly realize,
That what has happened,
Is that I’ve OD'ed
It’s not the first time that I’ve done that,
But as I come too,
My dad,
Grabs me and tells me,
That my grandpa had passed away,
I could feel the understanding,
The man who was out,
To tell me that life,
Could be better,
Was the man who had watched out for me,
My entire life,
It was a bitter pill to swallow,
But I knew that he would watch from heaven,
And one day I would make him proud,
About The Piece
This piece turned out to be a lot more then I had originally intended for it. I wasn’t really sure of what direction to go when I first saw the picture. I can say that I’m happy with the finished product and I hope that you guys like it as well. I’d love your feedback on either the picture or the piece so feel free to share it in the comments section.
*****
That ends this weeks "Blast From the Past" post. I'm a step closer to having everything synced up to the new website which is a great end goal. I hope you guys are enjoying what I'm doing here, I haven't had any comments. So If your liking this, if your hating it, whatever your thoughts are, please share them. I know people are checking it out and I appreciate it but I'd like to talk with you guys about what you're reading. Drop me a line.
Remember, you can connect with me on social media, to pick whichever channel suits you, pick here. You can also sign up for the mailing list, this will net you a free subscription to the blog, other freebees and discounts, and a ton of other awesome things. It's simple, just put your email in the form over on the right hand side. Until the next time you want to take a trip through the gates of hell, and into the demon's head, I'm Kyle Robinson wishing you a safe trip back to the surface.
This deep dark hole that I’m in,
Seems to have no way out,
I don’t know how to climb to the surface,
The damaged part of my head,
Tells me to stay,
But the rest of begs to go,
Even if I wanted to the chain,
The chain would hold me in place,
I’m trying to remember how I got here,
But it all seems kind of fuzzy,
****
I used to be a businessman,
Working 9-5 every Monday-Friday
I would go through the parking garage,
On my way to,
And from work,
It was on one of those days,
That I was hit in the back of the head,
I blacked out,
When I woke up I was riding in the back of a van,
My vision was hazy,
And I didn’t understand those that were talking,
Slowly,
I drifted back off,
When I was finally brought to,
I felt the chain attached to my leg,
The hole was dark,
And quiet,
There was a plate of food,
And some water,
I drank and ate,
I didn’t think about what could have been in it,
I was just grateful to have it,
****
So much time seemed to have passed since that day,
But so little of it I could remember,
Maybe it was because,
Every day was exactly the same,
Maybe it was something else,
I could never be sure,
The days and nights mixed,
And finally,
I stopped trying to keep track,
My mind drifted back,
I had met very few people,
The conversation that floated in,
Was of the very first meeting I had,
With a man who called himself “Terry”
****
No one understood why I was there,
Least of all Me,
Then one day I met Terry,
He was the apparent leader behind the entire thing,
One day while he was down in this place,
With us,
I asked him,
Why I was there,
His laughter still echoes,
To this day,
“You were just,
In the wrong place at the wrong,
Time,”
He said.
“Our victims,
Choose themselves,
By circumstance,
And accident,
You just happened to fall to one of those.”
“What are you going to do with me?”
The sound of my voice was weaker then ever,
“All in due time.” They said
****
That run in was days,
Weeks,
Maybe Months ago,
I can’t ever be sure,
As I sit here I can only hope,
That the footsteps coming,
Are coming to help me,
End this life,
Otherwise,
I may attempt,
To take the chain,
And end it all,
On my own,
Even if it lands me in hell
About The Piece
This piece was strange to write. I enjoyed the character that developed while writing it and how he slowly but surely loses hope. It’s one of the things that I enjoy about writing most, the ability to watch characters change. I’d love to know what you thought of this piece so please feel free to share in the comments section.
****
The Holes in My Dreams
My nightmares haunt me,
Even in the daytime,
It’s one fucked up life that I live,
I feel as if my dreams,
Stick with me even in the daytime,
There are nights,
Where things like shootings,
And death haunt me,
Then there nights,
When the weird,
Sneak out of their box,
And begin to toy with my brain,
They show me things that can’t be real,
But they seem almost too lifelike,
To strange,
Almost as if ripped from the fires of hell,
I wanted to wake up,
But the dreams,
Would just hold me in,
I fought,
And fought,
Hoping for the light of day,
To wake me from this nightmare,
But when it finally comes,
I wake up,
But it’s only a few hours of salvation,
Until eventually,
I fall asleep again,
And the nightmares,
And the horrid images,
Creep back in my head,
Keeping sleep,
From ever being peaceful,
Again
About The Piece
This week was one of the hardest weeks I’ve had since I started doing this. It just seemed that everything had no real thing that screamed at me. I was able to find a story within each picture. It’s not something that was easy but I’m proud to say that I did it. This piece itself pretty much sums up how my mind works 90% of the time so just remember that should you ever meet me.
****
The Visitor
They sent me on the quest,
To discover my heritage,
To discover who I was,
And where I came from,
Originally I must admit,
The idea was one that I didn’t like,
But I thought that it could help,
So I agreed,
I didn’t want to admit that I was scared,
Or that I needed help,
So I went with whatever they offered,
And this was what they came up with,
They said that it would help me,
Discover myself,
That it would,
Offer me peace,
That it would give me a chance to learn about myself,
For me it was just a chance,
To get the hell away,
So I took it,
But on the first night alone,
Inside I felt different,
Whole,
Like someone had filled a special part of me,
The second day,
I wondered,
In search of food,
And found some berries,
That were hidden,
Behind a canopy of trees,
The second night,
Was when the world,
Began to get fuzzy,
I looked up at the moon,
And I saw a man,
Leaning on a stick,
He stared at me,
With brilliant blue eyes,
His face blank,
Almost as if asking,
What it was that I was doing,
I leaned up,
Staring back,
Unable to blink,
Or move,
It was then,
That he spoke to me,
He spoke long,
And fast,
About what it was like to be,
In my shoes,
I didn’t know what to think,
He was able to understand me,
To know what I had been through,
And finally,
He ended,
By telling me that,
He’d watch over me,
Like my guardian angel,
I can’t explain it,
But I felt the life,
Begin to drain away,
And suddenly I’m awake again,
This time in a hospital bed,
I feel the pain burning in my arms,
And I notice that,
I’m full of IV’s.
“He’s coming around.”
I slowly realize,
That what has happened,
Is that I’ve OD'ed
It’s not the first time that I’ve done that,
But as I come too,
My dad,
Grabs me and tells me,
That my grandpa had passed away,
I could feel the understanding,
The man who was out,
To tell me that life,
Could be better,
Was the man who had watched out for me,
My entire life,
It was a bitter pill to swallow,
But I knew that he would watch from heaven,
And one day I would make him proud,
About The Piece
This piece turned out to be a lot more then I had originally intended for it. I wasn’t really sure of what direction to go when I first saw the picture. I can say that I’m happy with the finished product and I hope that you guys like it as well. I’d love your feedback on either the picture or the piece so feel free to share it in the comments section.
*****
That ends this weeks "Blast From the Past" post. I'm a step closer to having everything synced up to the new website which is a great end goal. I hope you guys are enjoying what I'm doing here, I haven't had any comments. So If your liking this, if your hating it, whatever your thoughts are, please share them. I know people are checking it out and I appreciate it but I'd like to talk with you guys about what you're reading. Drop me a line.
Remember, you can connect with me on social media, to pick whichever channel suits you, pick here. You can also sign up for the mailing list, this will net you a free subscription to the blog, other freebees and discounts, and a ton of other awesome things. It's simple, just put your email in the form over on the right hand side. Until the next time you want to take a trip through the gates of hell, and into the demon's head, I'm Kyle Robinson wishing you a safe trip back to the surface.