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There you are!
You should know I can feel
When you go swimming
Around up there
In my mind’s big ocean
Plucking little thoughts out
Like feathers from poultry
Sticking them into your cap
For later.
Did you install a window
For ease of later access?
I think you might have
How else would you know
The things I would have
Said myself.
It must be why you feel
The way I often think
You mind-reader, word-reader
You an interpreter
Of this language so few speak
You are sunlit Spring
Opposite my Fall
Leaving marks and maps
Out of recycled typeface
Until Spring is mine again
Around the sun, a revolution
I can see your path of poetry
Waves of little thoughts
In languages we invented
For us to understand

Too Late

I didn’t give this one much thought
Not mind space for consideration
I just rushed out the door
Into the whoosh of Autumn air
To boldly declare
It’s too late
I already love you

Tell Him You’re Long Gone

You have lost me
Do you understand
When you beat me
And wrote the list
Of all my faults
I turned around
And ran in the direction
You pushed me
I love you
But I don’t mind
That you aren’t here
When you abandoned me
Without a word
Or single utterance
I waited and hoped
You just held the wound open
And my heart bled
Bloody questions without answers
I have grieved
For what got left behind
I can smile now
At Kodak moments
Without tears
So there’s nothing here
To come back to
No portable slice of home
Not familiar arms
To offer comfort
And I miss you stupid
But even I can’t deny
The conjoined relief
That we don’t know each other
Anymore

Cliches Are Called Cliches For a Reason

Decide to be different
And live different
Choose to change
And make a change
Escape for
Escaping’s sake
Take to the trees
Never look down
Run to be racing
And always climbing
Leap with faith
Into new dreams
Somersault with fear
But be dressed
When opportunity
Rings the doorbell
Strike strikingly
Where there is
A hot iron
Breathe and believe
You will not fail

Remembering

I could hardly hear
When he whispered
His eyes glistened
And they knew
His hands rested
So still like a calm
Abandoned
Left long behind
He wrinkled his face
With a smile
As if his mind
Had never strayed
He marvelled
In awe and amazement
My poppa
Remembered me today

Yes… Actually No.

I tried to cry but gasped
And now you think
You take my breath away
Which you do I suppose
In the not-good
“I can’t breathe” kind of way
I tried to sigh but cried
Now you see yourself
In the salt-water on my face
Your reflection planted on my lips
My lungs breathing for us both
I tried to gasp but lied
I don’t think you believed me
When I said yes
Where I meant no
You always could see through it though
My eager-to-please exterior

Faceless

Sometimes I pretend you are talking to me
Saying all the things I think I want to hear
I can hear your voice, warm
Sighing and breathing
Lips pause in painless anticipation
Always waiting

Have you thought about my thoughts?
Possibly.
Maybe not.
I do wonder what you would wonder
If you ever wondered
About mine
Would you have questions?

Now and then when I talk to you
If you can ever hear me
I think about how simple life
And poetry can be
But my small breaths
Fog up your face
And the answers are smeared away

I’ve imagined us into a land
Of practical magic; and fairy fables
Your face is a blank canvas
Of words, and thoughts, and feelings

When we stand next to each other
Miles apart
Oceans away
Our hands touch and I shiver
Electricity I cannot control

Sometimes I say things I want for my ears
Then I look around
To watch a face I can never quite see
To know if I have said
All you need to hear

Cord of Communion

“I think I heard it snap,”
She whispered, like an eery breeze,
Her whole life it had been there
She had always rested easy
Hearing everything.
Then, it was silent
Traffic came to a standstill.
And no horns blared
And no one shouted
“It definitely snapped and my feet have lifted off the ground!”
She shouted above the new quiet
Her wings spread and she soared
Higher.
Better.
Stronger.
She had been terrified to let go of the wire
Gripped with her heart for too long.
She didn’t know how to work her wings
She had never learned to use them,
She had been busy watching
Building the foundations of her roots,
She had been happy to.
“It snapped… but I’m free now…”
She brilliantly sparkled
With joy and unshed tears
She had no idea how much she was or could be
She had never considered shining
Like a great star, or the moon
Not properly.
And she could still see a line
Dangling below her, like a test,
Like a lifetime of believing in anyone else.
She didn’t know how to let it go
She didn’t know if she wanted to…
“I heard it snap,” she whispered, afraid
“Did you hear it too?”

Breaking News

If you want to ruin someone’s life
If you want to break the story
Do it on a Sunday
For Monday’s paper

 

 

 

NB: Old one.

If I Can’t Handle You, No One Can

I’m not oblivious to my insanity
I feel things many do not feel
I know things I cannot explain
I can hear hearts beating
And taste the sound of tears
Long before rain ever falls
I am not ignorant of my madness
I love hard without thinking
I cry quietly without warning
Sometimes I can tell the future
And feel pieces clicking into place
I think our souls are lights
That knew each other before
I am aware of my absurdity
I see mistakes before they arrive
And blindly let them happen
I know I am a perilous cliff-jump
Where only the strongest survive
I do not deny my delusions
Resilience conquers the mountain
Courage faces the fear