Poems
June 29, 2009
52. Write twenty new poems (11/20)
#1
05.02.08
I remember
letting go of your hand
was like choosing the narrower road at the crossway
I denied
every missed connection
was an abstraction of our differences
I reflect
that recollections of a happier past
were mere illusions fabricated in my mind
And yet
all feelings of consciousness
dissipate ..
as you go.
#2
07.02.08
Brushing her shoulders with another
Another savours her touch and his coffee,
Coffee emanating soothing aroma
“Once I’ve had a taste of it, there’s no going back”
James Morrison sets the scene
Strangers classically become lovers
Lovers consistently naive
Naiveté blinds him artlessly
“The strong will never fall”
Sade sets the scene
Three dates later she falls out of lust
Lust dispensed him, mind, body & soul, to her
Souls were supposed to be undying
“A little piece of you, the little piece of me, will die”
David Bowie sets the scene
A stench of drudgery and the noshery
The noshery discords her stately home
Home is where it all would unravel
“Land der Berge, Land am Strome, Land der Acker, Land der Dome”
Wolfgang Mozart sets the scene
She called him pie-eyed, he called her angry
Angry, foe of adulation
Adulation became a bloody curse
“Death call arises, a scream breaks the still of the night”
Iron Maiden sets the scene
His name was Robertson
Robertson turned twenty four
Twenty four bullets were found in his body
No lyrics
No music
Only the noise of bluecoats arriving at the scene
#3
15.03.08
My thoughts are often closest to him
aaaaaaaaaaIn that hushed silence
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaHow far away the concepts of study seem
Walls environ us even in large spaces
aaaaaaaaaaAnd we turn into shadows
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaDancing, watched by no one
I have no need to be near to you
aaaaaaaaaaYet I distance the notion not to draw closer
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaTo he who entrances none but her
Time stops
aaaaaaaaaaThere in that stillness
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaIn one glance.
#4
07.05.08
Souvent je pense à toi
Beaucoup, trop beaucoup
Mais tu es juste un rêve
#5
26.06.09
I am reminded of a horrid feeling I once felt
Reminded of regrets I once denied I had
The burden of existence — being who I am, knowing what I know
If only I could erase my identity
Just for one day
Imagine how things would be easier ..
Starting afresh,
No expectations
No nothing
It would be great not being me for one day.
#6
29.06.09
Your disgusting smells linger
They are everywhere
Home does not smell like home anymore
Sex, sweat, guilt
Bloodied stains will not wash off
As much as you try
They mark the post like a date in history
Water, salt, wound
You are not who you once were
The King and Queen Bee
And what is done cannot be undone
Liars, hedonists, pubescents
You are not a victim
You are not a victim
You are not a victim
.. but you are scum.
#7
30.06.09
After all these years
I need distance to make my heart grow fonder
Reliving moments long passed
I dream that I am still young
Wishing to be anything else
I will defeat these destructive habits
It won’t be too late
‘Til I become someone you’re proud of.
#8
05.07.09
I can’t do this anymore
Do you
This artificial friendship
Where our needs differ
Can’t we find our own way ?
You hold onto anything
Fighting for a last word
But there is nothing to hold
Nothing to claim
I must weed you out.
My willingness to change
Your stubbornness not to
I must believe escape is possible
From this horrid burden
So why do I feel guilty when I know all we’re doing is harm ?
#9
20.08.09
A young girl
desperately wanting
stood close
looked up
and watched fanciful words
flow out from his angelic lips
Cultivated curiosity
he thought
she believed
and followed
as he led her by the hand
that she was his alone
A new toy
to be played with
they laugh
they cry
they move on
after dust has collected
She grows old
and he is different
the toy is broken
pieces left scattered
But after all
when he is gone
she does not mourn
because she knows what he is
Only human.
#10
19.10.2009
Forget me like I’ve never existed
Forget me like we never met
Forget me is the last step
To cure your mind that’s twisted.
#11
05.07.09 / 19.10.2009
I must write
1,000 words
Struggle
Tired
End.
I must sleep
4 hours
Turn
Toss
Lie.
I must eat
400 cals
Chew
Spit
Bin.
I must die
Again
Slash
Cut
.
