July 2011
2 posts
Love Not Love
I’m done with Love what’s the point of such an emotion? when it never gets put to use anyway I’m trading you in for some new walls to build around my heart to strengthen the cold that is taking over You are of no value to me anymore it makes more sense to not let you in to stay strong and alone austerity is what I crave order and distance I’m trading you in for some new...
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Nice Face
Nice face, with cat eyes. Italian sojourn, He’s dancing, while I’m dreaming Sleepy steps I take, left foot, right foot playing sad songs that cradle me in thoughts of love and hopes of something new. You and me baby, I’ll be home one day, Right where you are while you are dancing I’ll be dreaming you can sing the songs that cradle me to somewhere new…
April 2011
2 posts
Something Something... 16/4/2011
I want electricity I am an empty room still darkness with power waiting to ignite I stare into you Colour green same as mine I wait for the charge we touch warm skin on skin yours and mine enveloped and temporary you and me moments in slow motion I replay it in my mind is that what I said? did you say that too? Cat like eyes you Crinkled eyes of age me I stare into you colour green the same as...
Destroy and rebuild (myself) (not a poem - a list)
Two deaths last week Two funerals this week Three deaths in all. I’ve felt disconnected from the world Once again though, punk rock saved my life The movie “Wings of Desire”, verbalised it, and put it into pictures Today > I went to breakfast twice I drank a lot of coffee I walked in the sun I rode my bike I’m sweating I’m living I’m not as upset anymore by...
September 2009
2 posts
Hope and Wonder? 08/09/09
What is to become of me now with this newly acquired penchant for the daydream Befuddled and distracted I constantly am Like a groan That leaves you When you realize you are older Damn! Monopolised in my thoughts your face and again I bite my lip The question of “what if?” tumbles over and over And imaginary conversations As I toss and turn instead of sleep these nights A cliche of the...
Exile on Your Street 08/09/09
I have been in exile for nearly two years some of it purposeful some of it by response Countless times I was there for you In your hour of need Around the clock I listened to you moan Yet, inside I was ill In need of help And where were you? All I saw was dust Once the lip service machine shut down I walk now alone And I stare up at you As you sit perched In your ivory towers Never at fault Never...
August 2009
5 posts
Here Now.. 27/08/09
I’m here now And I wait For you to find me Like a comic book character Shabbily drawn with no funny storyline To make those silly thoughts and daydreams Real LIke balloons escaping from my hands when I was small I looked up and cried So absurd to carry on like this “Never again!” Convinced I was, so long ago yet here I am Filled with hope and possiblity And pictures like old...
Sleepless, sleep less...26/08/09
Yes, bleary eyed again as we scream through the streeets at neckbreak speed sirens clash with the sounds in my head Maddening swirl and twists I am debilitated help me and fucking stop! make the chatter quit roaring and hush now dampen the negative stop please just let me sleep -
Inzombia Insomnia 26/08/09
I have inzombia So I am building book walls Piles and piles to make a fortress to send me back to sleep All the light and pretty words I think of at inopportune times Make my jaw hurt now my stomach ache And tired yet awake So here I am With my book walls forgetting what I thought of before what pretty words made my awkward mind go around cat steals cushions makes it her own so soft serene I stare...
Sunday at the Beach 16/08/09
I saw three butterflies, and they reminded me of you. Then I saw a lone butterfly, Moving through the air, swooping — enjoying the world, doing its own thing, and I thought: “Hey! That’s me!” Floating in between tiny bubbles and the great blue sea. What pain endured, In years gone by, evaporates now. As the sun warms my face, Under palm trees, and picnic aromas, Hope is...
18/08/09
Surrounded by memories Mistakes People Hauntings Witches Bumps in the night The things that shock you to awakeness Are all here today Again Forcing me to acknowledge their existence Again Then the lyrics begin to echo in my ears and suddenly a sense of hope “The past is just a memory” Sigh of relief overtakes it all and it’s just what I needed The light
June 2009
1 post
An Afterthought 18/06/09
I’m tired of being the afterthought
Of being yesterdays news
Shoulda coulda woulda
maybe
Is all I am
or so it seems
Me
barely visible
to the human eye
am i alive?
Really?
Or am i a ghost?
A non-existence
an excuse to be forgotten
A memory
not willing to be kept
I’m tired of being the afterthought
After all is said and done
Oh, that’s right
you are here too
...
April 2009
28 posts
Quiet Sunday 30/11/2008
A quiet Sunday other than the thud and clang of wooden windchimes If I’d shut my mouth serenity would come Impatience wouldn’t override Sunshine “Gimme Sunshine, give me it” The crows in the distance create space like I was stretched out and far away strewn like desert sands And dunes for miles With no oasis to break up orange dust Breeze picks up and circles window panes...
City Bus 17/12/08
Hopscotch thoughts Tik tak as the bus hurls itself through city streets people push forward on seats in sharp jolts did I remember my book? Fuck I’m here in your absence Doing this I’ve kept on for you Perservered Where once devestation like the aftermath of an explosion left me as shards I’ve re-built As a city of steel and dust And carry on I’m doing this for you Because...
Slow waltzes 14/04/09
Slow waltzes and silhouettes Ignite tail-lights red and the drone of traffic is the tune to which they sway Tired eyes admire the idyll embrace any song is theirs as twilight descends on the mid-week crawl Slow moving and definite smiles sleepy love longing and knowing fulfilled by the oncoming stars gaze as the moon rises and crests it shadows over the city scapes dreamless cars and shameless...
Grey skies
Grey skies and the deluge continues car tyres whirr along slurping and lifting the water as people travel in shells to where they belong. I love the rain don’t get me wrong it’s a quiet joy that takes over being inside and nominating yourself unable to attend to stuff and excused as such ‘because of the weather’ so little reprieve from the daily movement of life except now...
Saturday Morning (Something In the Way)...18/05/08
I’ve washed the dishes and drunk all of the coffee. I’ve cleaned up my room, in the hope of cleaning up my life. “Something In the Way” plays and I remember how I was suicidal, suicidal in Scotland. I remember sitting a car, at some ungodly hour, in Edinbough, with two sisters, begging them - to make me stop doing what I was doing to myself.
I couldn’t stop I...
Glass half full, Glass half empty 21/05/08
Chalice is the first word that springs to my mind I don’t know why I miss him my muse My inspiration mysterious whose love lies elsewhere 19th March was the day But always remember remember the fifth of November Chalice was the first word And even now It springs back into the centre of my mind the cloud behind my eyes I don’t feel the pain I used to From the loss of someone dear My...
21/05/08
Stoke the fire Drink the tea As I stare at the painting that is coming in to being And Coltrane “Blue Train” Is my companion tonight Temperature drops Ginger Is the taste in my mouth I can’t get the pages open Fast enough to put pen to paper to start again to begin afresh A head full of ideas I carry with me all day As I think of the pain And long for the rain to cleanse my soul...
Survival in chaos in a technological world...
When I think of poetry I think of you. Today though my mind drifts Drifts to a pain A fraud A counterfeit Whose ambition to be one took two I feel anger as the realisation of stupidity Overtakes the mind of an innocent A girl with an open heart Eyes wide Open to the experience Of a life unknown Only to be face slapped By a lesser An unworthy In the sharpness of the swipe Across soft Peaches and...
What is Art? Part II 21/05/08
The attic door swings open and the girl skips out, with a grey pinafore on, made from heavy wool,with tall socks that go to her knees. Her long brown hair bobs and swings as she moves. She sings as she skips to a new idea. She gazes upon, a thought that she has never had before, Even if only for a moment, enchantment, wells up into her soul.
What is Art? 21/05/08
Art is real art is everything art is fantasy art is a new beginning to the centre of creation art is home and complicated art is the sunshine the guiding light opening my mind to be used to its worth!
Polka Dots 21/05/08
I look at the dress that hangs in my room, The polka dots are white, the dress black. I think maybe I like to look at the dress, along with the other frocks, than I do, actually wearing it. Ha!
Untitled 20/06/08
I have the music It swims around in my mind Triggering thoughts of the future of the past Of secret names Disguises choosing who I will be tomorrow? I walk until conflict abandons me I now am left alone Happily wandering among the shiney buildings Whose walls have been washed down by the deluge “fight or flight” Is a term that springs to mind I choose to fight As I have done from day...
Sunday (22/06/08)
As the weekend Folds gently to a close I take as long as possible to do anything I stroll to and from a film I take the longest moments to read books and drink chamomille tea. In books, I see too many words that i have yet to learn I feel ashamed though that i have barely acknowledged the day. Although it has been magnificent I’ve been imagining snowfall and dogs paddling in New Zealand seas...
Imagine (14/07/08)
From across the ocean and over the mountains Love shoots across the sky Like Guy Fawkes day fireworks exploding chaos excitement anticipation of what is yet to come a future that does not yet exist it carries across with gusts of winds floating aimlessly and beautiful Like majenta balloons shaped like hearts.
Asian Eclipses (21/07/08)
Asian Eclipses Hammock the sunrise As the grey envelopes the day and forces the sky to tears Yellow sunflowers grow through the stroke of a brush and the reflection of my eyes the chatter I hear Makes me laugh My mood fades now and I feel myself smile inside again Unlike yesterday though the sun cast perfect rays of golden light my heart remained shrouded in clouds Of sorrow reminders to let go...
Lament (7/09/08)
I love you I miss you I listen to the records that romanticise winter streams through the window and cats curled upon quilts redemption is cast and a smile reaches my face Quickly though it fades I forgive violence hurt remains I push through a melody the create new memories of black tights and velvet skirts harsh breezes wrap my hair into blustery thoughts Of quiet hearts that i long to be...
Springtime in Five Days (26/08/08)
The blaze of fire rested it’s murky black blanket on the river tonight what seemed like a natural repellent blended and held each other in an elemental embrace Yet choke on the smoke my place not fitting here as i make my way home watching the tide rise and the daylight little by little extend until the swelter of summertime again perspires behind our knees winter folds her arms and...
London 1994 (25/08/08)
I hold onto Memories of London The things I’ve seen the things I’ve done the people I have been Been to survive To get through I hold onto them With a smile that cuts a shape deep into my soul A fondness irreplaceable I hold onto it While my mind still allows me to remember As much as it does the pictures fade and fray A little more everyday As one more memory is cast off Into the...
Heart Shaped Sunsets (21/08/08)
So patient I have been As anticipation struck me and left me inawed the power of the words the chords that struck my heart I have waited for this day this one to set you free So that I can be free I want to wake up with legs wrapped around I want the ba breath in the morning kisses That taste so damned sweet I want awkward morning talks to turn int plans to meander into continuance What next? I...
F-U-C-K (13/09/08)
Arkashic Archaic Anarchistic Words swim around my mind Squelching through toothpaste and brushstrokes Shame I feel as I stare into blue digital waves I feel tired this prevents me though of sleep and blinks emotions run high as four letter flash up onto the screen F-U-C-K Controversial once yes but 30 parts later people bicker among themselves Why? Why? How can he do this to us? Us!Us! of all...
Now (Version 3) 15/09/08
Bright lights cast long shadows Until finally the switch snaps and shuts them down shadows now are complete darkness i am left without a candle to my name to illuminate the dreams there were once brought to life nomadic greys and caravan walk through desert dreamscapes littered now with old stories same old same old it aches when the sun rises it harshly spotlights abscence i swap my skin to...
Kitty
There are many words Probably to describe how I feel except that apathy becomes my wardrobe and nothingness I wear as a coat The pockets of empty carry grey again Grey and perfumed sad So strange to encounter this all again to soon to feelings of joy to which i’d become accustomed only to return and haunt like ghosts of christmas so many songs to represent this all of them are yours when you...
Cry
I’ve cried so much today behind sunglasses In front of friends I have so much good in my life So much to be thankful for Breathe in Become the sunshine That you’ve shone on so many It’s been so long I’ve made being alone Look cool Please universe grant me my love that i’ve waited so long for the love I deserve the love that exists between a boy and a girl Intimate and...
Sour Grapes (25/08/08)
The words So frequent So many Crowd the hallway That is my mind And tense up the muscles In my back Makes me frustrated Makes me impatient Basic shit With usual complacency Agitate me Under caffeinated Over caffeinated It’s all the same The deep breaths Don’t seem to wash away The box corners That bump and scrape the sanctum even the laughter I usually seek refuge and comfort in chokes...
I slip in my mind Between the good and bad of you Which outweighs what? How cautious do I have to be now? Like lucky china cats With paws upright I stare blankly Into the atmosphere Conjuring answers Thinking But not thinking If I concentrate on the ocean It takes the edge off of you Saves panic Saves frustration Calm blue ocean I dip my hand Into the salty horizon A shangri-la of temporary mind...
For Two
Rainfalls of hearts Made of paper planes Cascade Like Waterfalls Into your hands Forgiveness is sought And collected Like china plates and wedding gifts Spoonfulls of honey Soothe and kisses on foreheads to say “It will be OKay” Complicated I am And help seems useless As an equator line whiplashes our backs And moons and suns Laugh on the other side Of their faces And decide this is it...
Everytime I catch a bus it takes a tiny piece of...
Everytime I catch a bus It takes a tiny piece of my soul away So eager I am to be transported to A new idea A fresh environment The place that calms my mind that I call ‘home’
But the drudgery of this machine chips away slowly, like old age kills me bit by bit inch by inch as sullen face after sullen face enter and exit the tomb on wheels Why kill me with the past? why does the...
For You (The "Sister" Album)
marychrist:
I can only laugh Now At the drama that unfolded Once before How jealous all the girls were Because of how you smile Your talent
Your style
Your language The beauty of the world And how you see it through lenses And black and white Sarcasm tormented you And words that were meant to hurt Drove you away You
Defiant Returned armed with strength And dignity always on side Radiating...