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I wish I could tell you
how badly I want to feel
more than just
a name and a picture,
on the screen which I can't
touch
or kiss...
And I know it's true
that my thoughts and my daydreams
are thoroughly consumed;
there was a time
when I wrote, sang, and drew...
Now I draw you,
and I sing only love songs,
I write only the contents of this
aching heart
and I write of the way
that the flames scorch me inside;
I worry that I'll burn to nothing but ash.
My soul is ever bared to your eyes.
But I realise that I'm offering up
my pain and my longing
and I'll suffer eternally before I give
into my mind's urgings toward what's easier;
to let it drift, and stop caring.
I will not stop feeling this,
being in love is something I wish to experience
I want to hold it in my hand
I'll never let you go
I want this, forever,
with you.
Because for me you're perfect,
including the peculiar brand of humour
and all forms of dorkiness,
you're good.
how badly I want to feel
more than just
a name and a picture,
on the screen which I can't
touch
or kiss...
And I know it's true
that my thoughts and my daydreams
are thoroughly consumed;
there was a time
when I wrote, sang, and drew...
Now I draw you,
and I sing only love songs,
I write only the contents of this
aching heart
and I write of the way
that the flames scorch me inside;
I worry that I'll burn to nothing but ash.
My soul is ever bared to your eyes.
But I realise that I'm offering up
my pain and my longing
and I'll suffer eternally before I give
into my mind's urgings toward what's easier;
to let it drift, and stop caring.
I will not stop feeling this,
being in love is something I wish to experience
I want to hold it in my hand
I'll never let you go
I want this, forever,
with you.
Because for me you're perfect,
including the peculiar brand of humour
and all forms of dorkiness,
you're good.
Literature
Dear Poetry,
I am trying to cover my sadness with words.
Tape them against my scars
& wear them like worthy paper cuts.
My tears are alcohol swabs, burning & cleansing
wounds of my own making. Sometimes,
I wish I could hide behind them forever.
But not even this journeyed flesh can stand
castle strong against speechless ink stains.
I know the code. This body does not deserve
a warriors death. & poetry, you're a monster
a creative monster, but evil nonetheless.
I wish to string you into knots, force feed you
down the throats of others. De-format you
& leave you empty; freeversed-
to hang loosely along the heartstrings
of strangers
Literature
Wish for Privacy
I live behind a locked door,
And no one has the key.
It has been years, maybe more
Since someone talked to me.
The solitude was nice at first,
The quiet let me think.
But soon it took a turn for worse
Now all I do is blink.
So be careful, my dear friends,
When you wish for privacy.
Count to 5 when patience bends
Or you'll end up just like me.
Literature
Je Suis La Nuit
The night belongs to me, in all its whispering shadows
I am the watcher, the seer, the stand-in-the-dark-and-knower
The darkness is the cloak around me, the rough ground my dance floor
I am the silence and the sudden laughter,
And the melancholy melody of the party you weren't invited to.
This is my kingdom, my house of evening adventures,
Full of the clink of wine glasses and the shouting of revellers
My manor, with its well of sorrow and alcohol
I see how the light slides from graffiti and love it,
I smell the smoke of the burning barbecue and smile,
In concrete ginels, behind green gardens.
The stars are my hair-jewels, the moon my fan
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Let's get this straight right now, I am NOT dorky! I'm eccentric...