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#52. Write twenty new poems

February 5, 2008
Gaining Knowledge/Intellectual Pursuits

52. Write twenty new poems (6/20)

#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.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. Kathy F. permalink
    February 7, 2008 6:51 am

    That i sooooooooo beautiful!!

  2. Kathy F. permalink
    February 7, 2008 6:52 am

    That is sooooooooooo beautiful and is such pure writing!! Shows some really strong emotion!

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