A Pensive Clause

by A. P. Hindle

Overview

Through the keyhole of the lock, the barrel of the gun, this book will take you by shock, but I promise itll be fun. Comewell take a walk together. Well turn the pages, as light as a feather. A Pensive Clause targets a plethora of sensations, each word tugging on a puppet string of emotion. It is a compelling path of survival illustrated through the authors journey. A.P. Hindles work revolves around a colourful cornucopia of themes and passages. Her oeuvre endeavours to engage the reader by fabricating a bridge and providing a gateway for those willing to experience what awaits them in this enigmatic world between cold, closed pages and bold, black ink.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781504312387
Publisher:	Balboa Press AU
Publication date:	02/17/2018
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
Pages:	94
File size:	752 KB

About the Author

A.P. Hindle is a poet and novelist from Sydney, Australia, who currently resides in Brisbane where she works on personal literary projects. She holds a Bachelors degree in business and is pursuing a career in the writing and film industry.

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CHAPTER 1

Then

A hollow grave dug into thin skin By none other than a girl full of sin.

A reckless decision,
When will she learn?
A wandering mind she ripped to shreds Caused by the dread of piles of meds.
What happened to those bronzed legs that skipped the beach?
What happened to those eyes that brightened in the sun.
A hollow grave dug into tight skin By none other than a girl full of sin.

When He Comes Knocking

He relishes the depth of torment in the bitter life
Etched over his back, it dangles With his remainder of dignity in tangles —
An unbreakable pact Unchanging the fact That an emotion-filled conscience is something he surely lacked.

An internal alarm hijacks his mind —
This blackened emptiness caused nothing but stress and digress —
A War Against the Man in the Mirror

He has tears in his eyes.
He cries.

The pain and sorrow near the threshold,
As thoughts creep in the dark,
As the pain catches up with him,
For the hurt has lasted far too long.

Time and time again, this betrayal leaves him frail.
Where only he seems to fail.

A better life he sought,
That this lonesome silence bought.

He lies awake as his thoughts run stale,
Why he can no longer get a helping hand.

His heart cries out for mercy,
He wishes he could touch the stars,

But they are merely bars —
He is forced to reach for acceptance, to stretch,
With a frozen heart,
How to Win the Game

He reaches out to clutch its hand —
Past as clear as day,
It seems his life has failed and All that is left is a mind paled —
He's bleeding out onto the pavement,
Realisation of impermanency resonates.
Hand hurting,
It plays him a melody deep,
Smile, Girl

Her stomach Begins to churn.
Trembling fingers,
She cracks her knuckles.
Slowly, she rises.
Privy at last again,
She is forced to purge,
He's Helping Her Go Insane

His grasp holds her Like clay — it moulds her Clear as day.
  When the time is tough,
    Perplexed thoughts reside in his mind.
      She's patient with the knowledge of eventuality
Run

Tormented
When what remains is solely sorrow,
His mind is an overrun jungle,
Beneath the surface Lies a soulless purpose —
Can You Predict the Future?

What about all that's left —
With knives in your eyes,
Your body is tense From a state of pellucid distress,
With a mind once so blessed,
Crashing and burning,
Amongst the flames,
What about all you had left —
Reliving the Past

A blade,
A slice,
It stings.
It burns.
  A blade,
  A slice,
It stings.
It burns.
The Deadly Chasm Chant

A lonely mind rendered a vortex With disquietude and anguish, vastly complex.
The burning desire —
Was it consensual,
His veins exposed,
With the past bottled and boxed And the future lacking hope — it's faux.
Nothing but a blur,
Aphrodisia

Thrown into this scene, now plainly a prelude,
  This hellish devour
Intentional masochism Generated simply by strings of spasms from delirious enthusiasm,
  Response none other than typical perversity,
Here now she provocatively lay,
  The palatable cry of seduction honestly presumed,
The Figure Leaves Marks Only You Can See

Is this the feeling of raw intensity,
Drowning in this constant, gasping for air,
Say when.

Neck left raw and purple, bruised From an attempt everyone deemed a damn ruse.
Attempt to be beheaded.

Wrists left gauged and red, lashed,
Plenty more than thrice.

That was the feeling of raw intensity,
The Taste of Plum

The girl's cold soul is burning,
That girl's weak lungs are failing,
Guess Who

How long can you dance with the Devil,
Isn't it all a joke When He lures you —
A game — guess who?

He's drawn your whole figure, tantalising With His finger on the trigger, fantasising.
The flavour is ripe, raw on His tongue Something so fresh,
He warrants visible stress,
It's no joke When He chooses who —
His game — it's you.

Misguided by Those

She hit an all-time low,
  Spiralling down a hole so deep,
    Many watch her life sure melt.
      Her mind is swerving now, changing lanes —
        Her mind is scattered now, relieved of chains —
Unfortunate Circumstances

A knife positioned to its heart —
A gun aimed to its chest —
A noose bound to its neck —
A fire lit to its flesh —
(Continues…)

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Table of Contents

Acknowledgements, ix,
Introduction, xi,
Then, 1,
When He Comes Knocking, 2,
A War Against the Man in the Mirror, 3,
How to Win the Game, 5,
Smile, Girl, 7,
He's Helping Her Go Insane, 8,
Run, 9,
Can You Predict the Future?, 10,
Reliving the Past, 11,
The Deadly Chasm Chant, 13,
Aphrodisia, 14,
The Figure Leaves Marks Only You Can See The Taste of Plum, 16,
Guess Who, 17,
Misguided by Those, 18,
Unfortunate Circumstances, 19,
An Antidote to Addiction, 20,
The Depletion of a Beautiful Human Being, 21,
Discharge, 22,
On Building a Crime Scene, 23,
I Do Not Recognise Who is Staring Back at Me, 24,
Stranger, Danger?, 25,
Minutes Follow Seconds, 26,
This Here is a Weapon of Prolific Dysphoria, 27,
Axiomatic, 28,
Blemished Blessing, 29,
Prevail, 30,
A Persistent Persecution of Prolonged Punishment, 32,
Do You? Don't You?, 33,
Come Now, 34,
Having Failed All Else, 35,
She Misses the Intangibility That Comes with a Life, 36,
Traffic Cones Determine the Way, 37,
Static Plague, 38,
Grey Bombs, 39,
The Relief of Emotional Hurting, 40,
The Thief of Sanity Recalls Each Night Perfectly, 41,
Too Soon, Overdue, 45,
Malaise, 46,
A Concoction for a Cure, 47,
An Uncomfortable Journey for Most, 48,
Shed, 50,
Don't Blame Yourself, 51,
Shards Scatter the Pavement, 52,
What the Crickets Saw, 53,
The Hunt is the Thrill is the Prey, 54,
Tear the Skin We're Hiding in, 55,
Behind the Crimson Curtain, 56,
She Was an Oil Painting, 57,
This Isn't the NSA, 58,
Melbourne Airport, 59,
Why Do We Have to Decide What We Want to Be When We Grow Up at Such a Young Age?, 60,
Disclosure, 61,
Metamorphosis, 62,
Contradictory Beacon, 63,
The Cold, 64,
The Voices That Haunt, 65,
Tropical Tornado, 66,
Tomorrow, 67,
Despised Disposal, 68,
There Are Twenty-Six Characters in the Alphabet, 69,
Situational Solitude, 71,
The Concept Lay Hidden Beneath a Beautiful Face, 72,
Pearl Girl, 73,
Trudging the Beaten Track, 74,
What Do Promises Mean?, 75,
When Realisation Hits the Faint-Hearted, 76,
On Shattering an Illusion, 77,
What the Mice Don't Understand, 78,
The Boy with the Plush Toy, 79,
What They Don't Teach You in School, 80,
Unfamiliarity, 81,