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Let me tell you a story. It’s an old story, one you surely know but bare with me.
Long ago, in a land not too far away, a girl met a boy. It wasn’t love at first sight but there was definitely something in that first laugh. The girl knew it was there but it took a long time for her to recognise it and by that time it had evolved into something much stronger.
The boy didn’t know, and the girl couldn’t find the words to tell him.
So she wrote and wrote, hoping that within the ten thousand phrases would be the one that was right.
She searched and searched for that perfect combination of syllables and letters that would explain what it was living within her chest.
Time passed. And nothing presented itself.
There was no combination of words that explained that first laugh, or how the feeling changed but remained the same during the hundredth laugh.
Nothing came close to analysing the shade of brown captured in his eyes, or the way they
So MuchI could spend hours yelling at the world.
I could spend my days ranting and raving about all the ways things went wrong.
Tears would be involved.
I could become a mess and breakdown at your feet.
I could tell you of the weight I carry on my shoulders,
Of the horrors locked behind my teeth.
I could open my heart to you.
Beg for anything.
Anything but this.
Because this isn't enough, not by a long way.
I could tell you of how it hurts for no one to notice.
For no one to even ask.
For them to believe me when I lie.
I could tell you so much.
And that's why I answer
when you ask.
Because there is so m
The sky starts at your feet.
It stretches and travels to all corners of the globe, it visits distant stars and follows the orbits of planets.
Before coming back down to be breathed in and expelled as song and laughter and declarations of love and forever.
It travels on the back of bird wings and tangles between a new-born’s fingers.
It ghosts across the sands of deserts and rides the force of the waves. It whispers into the shell of an ear and caresses a young girls hair.
Before it reaches your feet once more.
So live, and know that eternity starts at your feet.
Neverland.Shhh, shh, shh,
Don't let them overhear,
You know, those things-
Some people call them fears.
Never let them overhear.
Never let them near.
They'll make you forget.
Forget all the most important things.
Like to head for the second star to the right
And straight on till morning,
Or that dragons don't always bite.
You know, the important things.
Like the worlds you can create in a garden,
Or that strawberries taste better with sugar.
Be careful not to let them near
Or they'll tell you that you're not invincible,
And that there are dangers around every corner.
And you'll believe them.
And you'll "grow up".
And summer will no longer last forever.
And the stars will no longer be souls.
You need to be careful.
You need to be anything but.
So open the sails to the wind,
And see where the currents take you.
Forget about the limits,
The monster under the bed,
And the clocks slicing away time.
Forget about it all
And simple be
It's only one nightFor one night lets throw the king in the kitchen and the stable boy on the throne.
For one night lets dress in masks and dance with strangers.
For one night lets drink all the wine and not worry about the morning.
For one night lets forget about the rules and ideals.
For one night, just this one night, take my hand and forget your fears.
BeautifulShe was beautiful. The type of beauty you felt rather than saw.
She smiled at the stars and swore they smiled back.
She found science jokes funny and saw romance in the laws of physics.
She sang under her breath while walking down the street and felt every word.
She played the piano, her fingers dancing over keys of black and white, creating shades of grey.
And it was beautiful.
And she was beautiful.
And you listened, you remembered, all in the hope that maybe, one day, you would feel it the same way she did.
So I heard you wanted to make them like you?So I heard you had someone in mind
Perhaps something more intimate and
So I heard you wanted him to like you,
And I heard you didn't know what to do.
And so I heard you wanted a friend.
Or maybe just one..
And I heard from you, that you want me to like you too
but how, you ask?
you don't need to try.
I mean I heard you wanted to make them like
Wondering how getting the attention of that special someone works?
or perhaps just the friend, you know.
I'm no somebody and preferably just a nobody but
I heard you wanted someone to like you.
So be You.
Expensive LiesI sit and stare at the toilet bowl.
A guy I know is bulimic.
When we compliment him
I see the twist of agony in his eyes
as his brain reprograms it
to sound like an expensive lie
that costs him another tear
in his tattered dignity.
Friends hurry to him,
to reassure him, to love him.
They tell him how beautiful he is.
We didn't know him before,
but he's definitely not fat now.
We whisper things in concern like;
body dysmorphic disorder.
'I know you'll never believe me
but you are so gorgeous -
not just on the inside.' Not just.
And they're right, I join in,
because they are right to say it
because it happens to be true -
he is stunning. Not just on the outside.
And we want him to see himself
the way we see him, beautiful.
And I join in because
I've felt that strangle of pain
in my stomach, bowels and belly,
when someone used to tell me lies.
So I know how he feels.
Only, he is beautiful on the outside
and I'm not.
He's not seeing reality in the mirror
and I am.
And people rush to correc
BeautyI'd rather wear flowers in my hair,
forming a delicate chain
Than diamonds around my neck,
covering my tender blue veins
For with every precious petal
and every lucent leaf
I'm a living lesson
teaching beauty can not be bought
But rather it grows and flourishes
with every living thought
Fearing MeI'm not afraid to cry
and I do it
a lot more than you would guess.
It isn't always sadness,
I just feel like I need to,
feel everything so strongly
that it's the only way
to let go for a moment
because if I hold on for too long,
if my grip gets too tight
I'll break myself,
I will break you like glass
and we will both
I am a good guy
who hasn't yet found a way
to show it,
I am a good guy
who still identifies with the villains,
hides everything important
anything to throw you
off of my trail....
and I don't know why,
but I am trying.
Maybe I think
that if you could see me,
the real me,
you wouldn't want to look anymore,
want to be anywhere near me,
and the idea
that I can't add up
to be enough for you,
to be enough for me,
is so fucking heart breaking
I can hardly fathom it.
I can't say that it doesn't hurt
because it does,
it hurts a whole hell of a lot,
I've come to depend on pain,
to befriend misery
A Kiss not Forgotten (a special tribute)Like a frost spread across valleys silent and dreary,
ever my longing lost in shimmers of shadow & wind
And days bled into years, the seas became deserts
But thoughts of thee would not perish
Thru memories untamed I staggered far and long;
upon solemn nights lit by the torch of your soul
O’ how deep I miss your fragrant cheer ..
Of warm evenings shared across Lake’s reverie,
watching horizons journey into Autumn’s dream
— wherest our hearts once bloomed a fabled sky
Those passions shared will forsake me not
Lest the Moon would bestow solace upon my ache:
I will lay marooned, haunted by thy seraphic-figure,
Or the ever fleeting caress of your gaze ...
So my soul shall yield to this mythic abyss; –
as I peer from my carriage to Nirvana
And thou away, from my arms, the Sun weeps
Unto eternity—my dear beloved, we are entwined
Forever our footprints cast in golden firmament
A kiss not forgotten in a ballet of light softly falling
I now bear the want
you're just a question marki met you so long ago
but back then our bodies were made of metal
and nowadays they’re made of the blades of
grass and dirt settling
underneath my fingernails.
my fingers are having a hard time
reaching the keys and
my organs are shaking mostly because i haven’t
eaten in two days but also
because i’m worried about the things you're doing to yourself.
we didn’t meet very long ago at all but it feels like forever ago
and you say you don’t know me
that you don’t know anyone
but baby you're turning into a skeleton and i’m peeling back my skin
to try and reach my bones, just like you.
i hope you're happy,
i’m covering the hard wood floors now
the bits and pieces splattered.
they are calling it a suicide but i’m calling it
a way to see my brain and
just how dark it has become, and honestly
i don’t want you to try and see about your’s.
i’m mourning the loss of my heart and wish you weren’t either -
Black hole BulimicThe Composition:
I birth poems — not amaranths
in graveyards — not gardens.
sows seeds of doubt
into skeleton weeds.
A farmer plucks the bones
from Apollo's hyacinth; his
I binge on broken
cracked collectors of rocks,
of pebbles kidnapped
from barren beaches:
where crooked kings
buried in books whose
pages creak to crickets
in an abandoned abyss
of an attic—caskets on
an antiquated shelf. I
choke on the dust and
twitch in recoil.
The bickering sky
A cloud coughs—
The clock's scythe hand
swivels to the beckoning
twelve. Spastic ticking—
each bleak stroke
of a midnight heart.
The sundials do not work
now. The vampires know
I kill poems—
obligation steam machineas always
grinding the cankerous
of your cognition
until the lack of compassion
leaves you unlubricated
seized frozen bound stuck
only then the machine of
your fears will burst to steam
squealing to suckle
at the genius of my
the unsung soiled hero
of middle-class ferocity
savior of the undeserving
winding slowly deftly dying
martyr to the self-justified cause
as love for summer fades.late morning-
there's the tease of
snow in the clouds,
in the air, and the trees
have finally lost their
the sunlight is damp.
alters the room
as it graces my skin,
and for once
i don't wake up right away.
instead i lay
between my memory bitten
sheets, and i think
about all the times he said
that he hated winter.
i don't remember
when i began to love it,
and i don't care.
nothing can shatter that.
Star DustFor one perfect, quiet, moment,
Everything was still.
And then the universe exploded
With a flash that held no light
And a bang that held no sound.
And Existence began.
And Eternity started.
Infinity tested its limits.
But faster than was ever possible before,
Life took its first steps.
It built itself from star dust,
And gave itself Thought.
It watched the stars.
It lost itself in the universe.
But faster than should have been possible,
That everything started
In that one, quiet, moment,
Before time was even born.
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