1. 17

    Guilt of the Mind by Isla Scott

    Why do you put me down so?
    I can’t help but question
    as shame rises through me -
    another hectic day,
    too many noises,
    I can’t be heard ontop of.

    Speech frozen still by silence.
    I feel the finger pointing at me,
    still I try not to let it show,
    carry on, head high,
    its not easy.

    Outwardly I act apathetically,
    yet sometimes it seeps through,
    hottening cheeks,
    aching head,
    saying time out -
    my mouth dries up,
    just keep your head down
    and all will pass by,
    won’t it?.

    Inside, condemnation looms,
    self judgement swift and severe,
    yet whats done is done,
    I must allow my mind to settle,
    let the guilt float away
    and move on -
    safe in the knowledge
    that all I’ve proven
    is that I am indeed human.

    How I hate thinking I’ve been a failure,
    please mind, stop showing me up -
    though I am grateful that
    my pen gives me the voice
    my mouth does not.

  3. 1

    Numb by Isla Scott

    My mind feels numb
    time wasting away -
    what to do, what to say?
    Feeling frustrated, self pitying,
    there’s a lot inside, hidden away
    and sometimes its hard to see through the mist -
    sometimes I think
    and come up blank.
    Its easy to feel irritated, condone self as a time waster
    being what comes to mind -
    look from within,
    what do I see?
    a lack of direction,
    waiting, for something to awaken me,
    waiting, to realise what I need to do,
    to see clearly, the way forward.

  5. 1

    Inner Turmoil by Isla Scott

    Inner turmoil can be felt in many different ways,
    he who should not be named, waits to strike,
    as we measure every attempt, judge our actions so,
    fight the fight of self preservation.

    Thoughts echoe in my mind,
    how to express them?
    my tongue becomes tied oh so tightly,
    confused meanings,
    hot tempered, I back track,
    why do you look at me like that?
    don’t deny it, its there, plain to see -
    perhaps its best to stay quiet.

    When to speak? how to explain,
    that which haunts within.

    Don’t let the fear take over,
    gently accept and let go,
    only by agreeing to self forgiveness,
    doubting your own conclusions,
    lessening your routine thoughts of of strict discipline,
    can one really free themselves.

    Think clearly, breathe a sigh of freedom,
    do not let him win,
    for your future awaits and kindness can make it so,
    so much easier and happier,
    if you just agree,
    agree to letting yourself off the hook.

    In each of us the key is held,
    the choice lies within,
    see interactions as chances for humiliation,
    showing ourselves up - risky business indeed,
    or opportunities, chances to connect, to improve,
    to network, lose the cloak of loneliness,
    if but briefly.

    In life there are no guarantees,
    to err is human,
    yet how quick are we to condemn perceived flaws,
    mistakes, mishaps, badly worded arguments -
    do the other party view it so,
    or are we to carry such condemnations on our back forevermore?
    after all, its ourselves we have to live with.

    My body may feel tired and weak at times,
    frustration is powerful indeed,
    its easy to want to hide away forevermore
    but what kind of a life would that ultimately be?
    So back to forgiveness I go,
    acknowledge and move on,
    its the only way to go.

  7. 8

    Lone Voice

    Lone voice be heard,
    lone voice be recognised,
    you are worthy,
    you are justified,
    no-one can take your importance away -
    the louder others talk, the more I see,
    how important it is to me,
    to slow down and compose my thoughts,
    create the voice my feelings crave,
    an escape route for emotions.
    Maybe I’m not like you,
    perhaps I’m cautious beyond necessity,
    fears and judgements providing a barrier,
    vocalising the truth is an all important tool,
    lone voice may be,
    take heed, for they may have an important message
    and perhaps if the day ever arrived,
    when we were all true to ourselves,
    we would then discover that lone voice,
    isn’t so lone, after all.

  9. 8

    Is Anything Guaranteed?

    Is anything ever guaranteed,
    in this busy old world of ours -
    lifes lived with tremendous highs,
    and sudden dipping lows,
    the uncertainties choke me,
    what will be? what will be?

  11. 3

    Slave to Technology by Isla Scott

    Gadgets, devices, electronics,
    everywhere you look there’s something -
    something new, flashy and enticing,
    a new item to sap away your time,
    your precious moments, life drains away so quickly
    when you rely on screens,
    become a slave to technology.
    Tell me what it is, that we learn
    from said items, how do we progress
    as a communicative species - are we not shackled,
    allowing such items to entertain us, we lose our own gift,
    our gift of inventiveness, of creativity, of potential,
    our need to reach out, to be at one with another -
    no middle ground, no body language, only words
    but words on a screen, or pixellated images you can only see but not ‘reach’ -
    is this what we’ve come to?
    is this really progress?.
    What next for the evolution of the species, if we’re to lose the art of reaching out,
    hiding behind the ever growing range of items us humans invented,
    for the benefit of whom ultimately? .
    Are we not suffering slowly from this decay,
    will we realise in time,
    when we pass on the streets, head down checking our phone screens,
    without even noticing our fellow man.

  13. 1

    While We’re Asleep by Isla Scott

    What takes place,
    while we’re alseep -
    does God retain,
    our soul to keep?
    for the outcome of the nocturnal battle,
    when innocence is king and duly fought over,
    are we judged and a decision made -
    will we see another day?.
    Within these times of true slumber,
    does a revelation take place - never remembered but ever present,
    where people appear as they truly are,
    where our true humanity is laid bare,
    and its but a match of wits and our strength of passion,
    for our future, our longing, our direction and ultimate drive,
    with the knowledge of our tainted past,
    upon which a decision is made -
    Will we be allowed to go free,
    our soul returned
    and our eyelids awoken to another day -
    will we win the nightly battle?.

  15. 1

    Why Do I Let You Overwhelm Me? by Isla Scott

    Why do I let you overwhelm me?
    can I not face you for what you truly are -
    not a person,
    nor a villain - tall, dark and looming,
    an evil waiting to strike,
    but words and concepts over analysed ad nauseum -
    built up into some invisible forcefield of shame -
    one self imposed, with an almightily disappointing.

    Fear can hit in so many forms,
    I want to stand up to you, as if you really were real
    and ask why it is I see you, an excuse allowing me
    to presume,
    to supposedly ‘self defend’,
    to cower down to you
    and presume you to be real -
    to be the finger pointing my way when a mistake is made,
    the ever present stare representing judgements surely made,
    silent thoughts of criticism,
    everyone makes them,
    I’m but a slave to my preconceptions.
    Heaven forbid I’m challenged on what I feel,
    another criticism only hits deeper -
    Surely I can do better than this?
    Why can I not take the leap,
    take control back again,
    not allow preconceived notions,
    to prevent me from attempting to achieve,
    to improve, to search for my potential,
    presumptions run wild, limitations seem clear -
    I can’t,
    I won’t!
    fear, worries, concerns,
    the potency of the ‘what if…?’
    these are my enemies that strike from within.

  17. 1

    Vote No by Isla Scott

    All the shouting and back biting,
    political machinations
    are nothing but a put off,
    concerns not fully addressed,
    please can we get back to the basics -
    there’s so much at stake.
    In my country I am proud,
    and wish for only the best,
    the future I hope is bright
    but uncertainties worry me so -
    focus on that which we hold dear,
    please do not take things for granted,
    for guarantees and promises may not hold true.
    The answers we crave may be elusive;
    and so it is, that I wish to implore on all Scots eligible,
    don’t risk our countries future,
    vote no confidently, for our own sakes.

  19. 1

    Ever Wondered? by Isla Scott

    Have you ever wondered,
    that which escapes us - we held captive
    by our own selves? hostages of our own making,
    restricted by self belief,
    criticisms dictated by thoughts alone -
    perfectionism provides inaccessible goals,
    blinkering us to our true potential.
    If only we saw ourselves for who we could be,
    not that which we struggle to do,
    not that which makes us anxious,
    everyone can excel in their own way,
    if only we could see what others do,
    no more scolding, more belief is the key
    then perhaps we may realise,
    what could be,
    if only.

Hi, my names Isla. I'm 31 and enjoy taking photos, listening to music, watching and reviewing movies/TV shows, writing poems etc.
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