I understand it now,
why you loved her still,
still looked up to her
because right now
hating you
judging you
condemning you
it’s killing me
more than the things
you did.
If it’s all good
it was all right
then I was happy
wasn’t I?
It didn’t happen
all the tears and scars
are erased
and we were happy
no screams and no silence
just happy.
So I guess that’s it.
You’ve won.
You did it.
I love you.
This is from an exercise we did on imagining worlds where poetry replaced ordinary things. Needs work.
In a purer world we’d replace touch
with poems
be rid of this crude measure
of intimacy
with its limits and ambiguity.
Young minds would discover
new sensations
through free verse and abstract forms.
Old souls
would share comfort and companionship
in euphonious epics.
Awakened hearts would meet
and make lyrical love in burning couplets
and caressing sonnets merging their melodies
into crushing crescendos. And we’d ask
why we ever sensed with our skin
when our minds our hearts and our souls
can feel so much more than our bodies
can hold.
Silent streets
and drunken thoughts
carry our minds
into the night.
You and I
together again
sharing this
madness
of ours.
We discuss philosophy
in the rain
under the shelter
of a Tesco car park
how love is just
insanity
and romance is
an illusion
the lies people ignore
to make the fraud
seem real
to bring the
happy ever after
how we’ll never fall
for that
how we’re too smart
to succumb
to that
delusion.
We don’t pretend
we think
we know
what we feel.
And as you walk away
that night
I wish
I could
believe.
No point living
a dead man’s dreams
when still warm hearts
strike other beats.
Why sing these songs
of feelings past
when other thoughts
were lost at last?
Still walk these streets
of cold and stars
no reason to
if once there was.
A speech, a hymn,
your eulogy,
your dead man’s dreams,
this last from me.
Going by the number of times I’ve listened to this in the past few days, this is the song which best represents my Christmas.
Carved out the
line they would not cross
until darkness burned.
Sometimes it’s hard
to see the light for
all the trees.
Summer sun arrives
so soon for those left
here now abandonned.
Stars don’t have
to be in the sky
to shine.
I detest and adore this
awkward stage of being
on the verge of being
in love.
