Category Archives: Blackout Poetry

November 27, 2018

Waiting – MM3W

By Kat Myrman

Waiting

Waiting

stop
saying
you believe
anybody who
agrees with you
wasting my time
waiting
living lies
stealing time
do you feel
do you see
nothing is
what you see
everyone’s
different

~kat

A Blackout or “Found” poem for Manic Monday’s Three-Way Prompt: Word: Waiting/Photo: (above)/Song: In the Waiting Line by Zero 7 (See Below).

In the Waiting Line

Zero 7

Wait in line
‘Till your time
Ticking clock
Everyone stop

Everyone’s saying different things to me
Different things to me
Everyone’s saying different things to me
Different things to me

Whoa
Do you believe
In what you see
There doesn’t seem to be anybody else who agrees with me

Do you believe
In what you see
Motionless wheel
Nothing is real
Wasting my time
In the waiting line
Do you believe in
What you see

Nine to five
Living lies
Everyday
Stealing time
Everyone’s taking everything they can
Everything they can
Everyone’s taking everything they can
Everything they can

Whoa
Do you believe
In what you feel
It doesn’t seem to be anybody else who agrees with me

Do you believe
In what you see
Motionless wheel
Nothing is real
Wasting my time
In the waiting line
Do you believe
In what you see

Ah and I’ll shout and I’ll scream
But I’d rather not have seen
And I’ll hide away for another day

Do you believe
In what you see
Motionless wheel
Nothing is real
Wasting my time
In the waiting line
Do you believe
In what you see

Everyone’s saying different things to me
Different things to me
Different things to me
Different things to me
Different things to me
Everyone’s taking everything they can
Everything they can

Songwriters: Henry Binns / Sam Hardaker / Sophie Alexandra Jessica Barker
In the Waiting Line lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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November 19, 2018

Manic Monday’s Three-Way Prompt – Heart

By Kat Myrman

don’t expect too much
might be best to forget
I’ve changed, full of doubt
my heart may be lost

once, I did believe in love
swept off my feet, the wind
left me drowning in pain
it changed me

time has changed me
I don’t trust
it’s the price I pay for
my heart never to be found

~kat

Missed last week’s Manic Monday’s Three-Way Prompt. Had a hard time finding the lyrics to last week’s song. And you know how I love to do “found poetry”, aka blackout poetry with this prompt. At any rate, this week we have a photo (enhanced a bit by me) above, a word: Heart, and a song: “My Poor Old Heart”, written by Donna Hughes and performed by Alison Krauss & Union Station.

“My Poor Old Heart”

Don’t expect too much from my poor old heart,
You can blame me unforgiven for my scars,
you might just be the best that I can find,
but I can’t seem to forget the tears I’ve cried,
I don’t know that I will ever trust again,
it’s a price I must pay for all my sins,
Time has changed me and left me full of doubt,
and my heart may be lost never to be found,

Once upon a time I did believe,
in my true love that swept me off my feet,
the wind of change swept him away,
and left me drowning in my own pain
I don’t know that I will ever love again,
it‘s a price that I must pay for all my sins,
time has changed me and left me full of doubt,
and my heart may be lost never to be found,
I don’t know that I will ever love again,
it’s the price that I must pay for all my sins,

time has changed me and left me full of doubt,
I don’t know that I will ever trust again,
it’s the price I must pay for all my sins,
time has changed me and left me full of doubt,
and my heart may be lost never to be found.

I don’t know that I will ever trust again,

Writer(s): Donna Hughes

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October 30, 2018

Gone With the Reaper – MM3W

By Kat Myrman

reaper

Gone With the Reaper

all have gone…
fear the reaper
they’re gone
men and women
everyday…

my love is gone
she had no fear
she ran to him,
started to fly,
looked backward,
said goodbye,
she had taken
his hand…
the reaper

~kat

For Manic Monday’s 3-Way Prompt: Photo: Above/Word: Reaper/Song (Don’t Fear) The Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult (See blacked out text below)

(Don’t Fear) The Reaper
Blue Öyster Cult

All our times have come
Here but now they’re gone
Seasons don’t fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain, we can be like they are

Come on baby, don’t fear the reaper
Baby take my hand, don’t fear the reaper
We’ll be able to fly, don’t fear the reaper
Baby I’m your man

La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la

Valentine is done
Here but now they’re gone
Romeo and Juliet
Are together in eternity, Romeo and Juliet
40, 000 men and women everyday, Like Romeo and Juliet
40, 000 men and women everyday, Redefine happiness
Another 40, 000 coming everyday, We can be like they are

Come on baby, don’t fear the reaper
Baby take my hand, don’t fear the reaper
We’ll be able to fly, don’t fear the reaper
Baby I’m your man

La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la

Love of two is one
Here but now they’re gone
Came the last night of sadness
And it was clear she couldn’t go on

Then the door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew then disappeared
The curtains flew then he appeared, saying don’t be afraid

Come on baby, and she had no fear
And she ran to him, then they started to fly
They looked backward and said goodbye, she had become like they are
She had taken his hand, she had become like they are
Come on baby, don’t fear the reaper

Songwriters: Donald Roeser

(Don’t Fear) The Reaper lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

 

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October 22, 2018

Suicidal – MM3W

By Kat Myrman

 

mm3woct22.png

Suicidal

is it my mind or
is it fantasy
heaven is waiting
i suppose
i remain unchanged
i close my eyes
sometimes
my dreams
shelter me
if i close my eyes
forever would i
feel the same
i’ve  told you
if i could, i’d close
my eyes forever

~kat

Another Black Out Poem for Manic Monday’s 3-Way Prompt. Prompt Words: Dead, Death, Deadly, Deathly/Photo Above/Song: Close My Eye’s Forever – Lita Ford / Ozzy (Lyrics with bold black out selection below)

Close My Eyes Forever
Ozzy Osbourne, Lita Ford

Baby, I get so scared inside and I don’t really understand
Is it love that’s on my mind or is it fantasy?
Heaven is in the palm of my hand and it’s waiting here for you
What am I supposed to do with a childhood tragedy?

If I close my eyes forever, will it all remain unchanged?
If I close my eyes forever, will it all remain the same?

Sometimes it’s hard to hold on, so hard to hold on to my dreams
It isn’t always what it seems when you’re face to face with me
You’re like a dagger, and stick me in the heart
And taste the blood from my blade
And when we sleep, would you shelter me in your warm and darkend grave?

If I close my eyes forever, will it all remain unchanged?
If I close my eyes forever, will it all remain the same?

Will you ever take me? No I just can’t take the pain
Would you ever trust me? No I‘ll never feel the same

I know I’ve been so hard on you; I know I’ve told you lies
If I could have just one more wish, I’d wipe the cobwebs from my eyes

If I close my eyes forever, will it all remain unchanged?
If I close my eyes forever, will it all remain the same?

Songwriters: Lita Rossana Ford / Ozzy Osbourne
Close My Eyes Forever lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management

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October 15, 2018

Witches in Season – Manic Monday’s 3-Way Prompt

By Kat Myrman

witch

Witches in Season

I look different…
it’s so strange
must be the season
yeah, must be
do you think me strange?
every witch must be…
must be, you think
I got to pick up running
the season of the witch
must be the look I look

`kat

Another blackout poem for Manic Monday’s Three-Way Prompt: Photo: above/Word: Witch/Song: Season of the Witch by Donovan (below).

Season of the Witch by Donovan

When I look out my window
Many sights to see
And when I look in my window
So many different people to be
That it’s strange, so strange

You’ve got to pick up every stitch
You’ve got to pick up every stitch
You’ve got to pick up every stitch
Mmm, must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch, yeah
Must be the season of the witch

When I look over my shoulder
What do you think I see?
Some other cat looking over
His shoulder at me
And he’s strange, very very very strange

You’ve got to pick up every stitch
You’ve got to pick up every stitch
Beatniks are out to make it rich
Oh no, must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch, yeah
Must be the season of the witch

You’ve got to pick up every stitch
The rabbits running in the ditch
Beatniks are out to make it rich
Oh no must be the season
Oh no, must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch

When I look out my window
What do you think I see?
And when I look in my window
So many different people to be
It’s strange, sure is strange
You’ve got to pick up every stitch
You’ve got to pick up every stitch
The rabbits running in the ditch
Oh no, must be the season
Oh no, must be the season
Oh no, must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch, yeah
Must be the season of the witch
When I look, when I look

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