24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Darren Syme (DS) Coremans was born in 1989. DS is the Lead Writer and Editor for the creative writing website Forever Distracted by Life #FoDiByLi which he established in 2014. DS is also a full-time student of writing, a full-time carer and guardian for his twin-brother who he supports in their home. Prior to writing DS worked in both the fields of care and education. With a background in ASN support, DS found working in Support for Learning in schools to be a very rewarding career for many years. DS also spent time running a few projects as a care coordinator, before deciding it was time to return to academia to pursue a career in the creative industries.
Hi all,
Just wanted to introduce myself properly here, and make sure that my page is working as expected for next weekends event!
I am Darren Syme Coremans, I write under the name DS Coremans for the writing brand Forever Distracted By Life #FoDiByLi
This will be my fourth full marathon and I am thrilled to be taking part once more!
Happy Writing.
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I get guilty thinking of home,
not being within these walls
somewhere, that I don’t belong.
Sometimes it feels right; sometimes wrong
walking up and down the same halls
and I get guilty thinking of home.
Music sounds the same in every song;
and watching as the time falls
away, somewhere that I don’t belong.
I started weak, I finished strong;
time moving fast, and still life stalls
when I get guilty thinking of home.
I know that I am never alone.
How many times can I ignore the calls
away, somewhere that I don’t belong.
It is true the we still want to roam
away, at times we walk and some we crawl
along; getting guilty for thinking of home
as somewhere that I don’t belong.
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Poem 24 of 24, written for the 24hr ‘Poetry Marathon’ 2021 by DS Coremans
Forever Distracted by Life
When I think of cheese, I think of madness;
his laughing eyes lead to his empty soul.
All thanks to the mighty Sheogorath;
to time, immortal, ever to be whole.
The shivering Isles of Oblivion
Beyond his gateway to great Tamriel;
using cheese for practically everything,
to decorate his own personal Hell.
A cheddar lamp-shade, a Camembert bed,
a Feta couch, and a Halloumi shed
A cottage cheese slip and slide on the stairs,
Mammoth cheese mini-fridge, Gouda for days.
Stay at the price of your rational mind;
stay for too long, where soon no-one can find.
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Poem 23 of 24, written for the 24hr ‘Poetry Marathon’ 2021 by DS Coremans
Forever Distracted by Life
(Note: this one my have had a not too subtle nod to a character from one of my favourite video-games:
‘The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim’)
I dress the trees behind me
in layers, just like leaves
as the cold summer nights still freeze.
I can feel in the morning a gentle breeze
caress my tired eyes with a loving kiss
as I dress the trees behind me.
In Winter these bare bones hold no leaves;
in Autumn leaves fall like the stars we wish
upon my shoulders the cold Summer nights still freeze.
But in Spring, once more, I do as I please;
the hardest thing to do is to forgive
as I dress the trees behind me.
In my memories of the times where we
had all the time of life left to live,
now the cold Summer nights still freeze.
And still, I walk among the barren trees
save for the spiders high among the branches weave
who have dressed the trees behind me
for the cold Summer nights still freeze.
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Poem 22 of 24, written for the 24hr ‘Poetry Marathon’ 2021 by DS Coremans
Forever Distracted by Life
You there, yes you, did you think I forgot
You are far more special to me than that
I have tried to stop you from falling flat
but in concern I found I over-shot.
Pulling you back too fast when you felt hot
I realise now, I only ever held you back
Ready to fall at the smallest attack
I thought I was helping, but I was not.
You had to learn to find the strength within,
you who have learned beyond me are stronger.
And I am just glad that we share our skin
Now that you don’t need me any longer.
The warring selves are now back together
Now seize the day in any weather.
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Poem 21 of 24, written for the 24hr ‘Poetry Marathon’ 2021 by DS Coremans
Forever Distracted by Life
I don’t recall when I last stopped to walk
either in the day or in the black of night.
I think I prefer now dark over light
for there is never any need to talk.
And your silence can still give way to shock
so it is best to keep yourself upright.
Until from the journey you can alight
for just a moment sitting on a rock.
Distant cars are an archaic echo
for here there is just you in the present.
In this single moment you feel special,
even living a life you may resent.
To win all you need ever do is try;
walk alone at night and feel like you fly.
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Poem 20 of 24, written for the 24hr ‘Poetry Marathon’ 2021 by DS Coremans
Forever Distracted by Life
The computer sits open and GLARES
so hard hard the harshest light illuminates
tired lines which are etched etched
into every surface on my sleep slick face
MUSIC helped early but SILENCE now
caressing the danger danger which is
too pleasant but for the birds birds
which have awoken themselves if no-one else
leaving sleep behind, I take the bags with me
under my eyes eyes which are heavier and darker
than I remember them EXCITEMENT
bubbles somewhere, behind caffeine dull
headaches and back-pain, which has
has kept me in company for long hours
longer than I have WRITTEN The Marathon
goes on and on and I am running running
out of time and out of ink ink stained fingers
mark the page before my pen my pen which
has been replaced twice over the course
of just one day forever changing me
me and the path I am on my creativity
stumbles along like a STRANGER in the dark
who looks like you you but before the start
do not deter him he is a writer and though
tired he is GLAD
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Poem 19 of 24, written for the 24hr ‘Poetry Marathon’ 2021 by DS Coremans
Forever Distracted by Life
Just be still and listen to me
You will thank me in the morning
Keep trying and you will be free
Now that day is slowly dawning.
Just sit still and listen
and you will do just fine.
A few hours missing
before crossing the line.
Just sit still and
be brave for me,
you understand
eternity.
Just sit,
until the end
and promise not to quit.
Just sit still and listen to me.
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Poem 18 of 24, written for the 24hr ‘Poetry Marathon’ 2021 by DS Coremans
Forever Distracted by Life
I stopped thinking about extreme grief
as the sole vehicle for great art
when the grief started to take people with it.
I am like them, I just haven’t quit
yet; I know this ideation can start
so I stopped thinking bout extreme grief.
I tried and tried but got no relief
is it me, or just a broken part?
As now the grief starts to take people with it.
I stay strong as my glass jaw is hit
and I wake to find I never had the heart,
so I stopped thinking about extreme grief.
I scoured autumnal grounds to turn my leaf;
emotions far behind me dragged upon a cart
when the grief starts to take people with it.
Like a humming bird I rest in flight as I flit
from one thing to the another, in rest I am torn apart
so I stopped thinking about extreme grief
when the grief started to take people with it.
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Poem 17 of 24, written for the 24hr ‘Poetry Marathon’ 2021 by DS Coremans
Forever Distracted by Life
Listen to the sounds,
of a slowly rising sun
as it rises from the ground.
You won’t know what you have found
Until the day is fully done
So listen to the sounds.
Turning round and round
but you are going to overcome
as you rise up from the ground.
Make your solemn vows
but don’t forget to have some fun
as you listen to the sounds.
Stare at the whitest clouds,
as you get ready for a run
and rise up from the ground.
You should already feel proud
even before the day is done
So listen to the sounds,
as you rise up from the ground.
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Poem 16 of 24, written for the 24hr ‘Poetry Marathon’ 2021 by DS Coremans
Forever Distracted by Life