Since Your soul was sad and
Longed for me
My goal in life will forever be
To open Your eyes to
See Your beauty
Your wings will spread and
Take fairy flight
You are a perfect pixie in the night
You dance with the wind
As a butterfly kite and
Waltz with the moon
By his lunar light
Playful and impish
Your smile breaks the sorrow
We no longer must wish
For a happier tomorrow
We are together today
The magic in me comes from the
Power in She
Her supernatural spirit
Fills me with energy
A kind before I'd never conceived
She is a safe siren for me
That has intervened and
Showed me an entirely
Surreal state of being
So much so I question my sanity
Each morning awakened by Your face
A golden glow that fills my empty space
I will know I'm not crazy when I say
We were formed as corresponding shapes
Together as one We were carved from clay
[sorry Ben gibbard ;) <3]
Separated before but joined at last
Our future is now and
We forgive Our pasts
We will take it as lessons and shadows cast
Our presence together is infinite and vast
I am the sun and
You are the moon
In a constant chase
Keeping you on the move
If you slow the race and
Let me catch up with you
I promise to bring
Us something brand new
Do you believe and trust that it's true?
That I can Your super glue
Keep You from breaking apart when You're blue
Hold You together like
Wood and screws at
Your splitting seams
You are the rafters and
Beams above me
My comfort and
A beautiful building of safety
Surrounding my love
Creating shelter and serenity
You are my sweetie
When You hear this my dear
I am hoping that maybe
You will open your arms and
Embrace these feelings
You are the aura
With which I want to be
it was the first feeling he'd felt when he woke.
His right arm was torn off,
his skin was paler,
his feet were broken,
and now he lies a child in robot form.
although he'd been saved before they'd taken his scream,
he still wasn't happy, or calm,
for the room he lay in was but of the prison home she lived in.
he whispered, as slow footsteps where pierced into his ears.
Anna's voice was soothing and vague -
only when she'd speak to Jaylin.
they were friends and soon to be lovers,
until they ruined Jaylin's life.
She was the women's voice Jaylin recalled to hear in the wind.
"I've missed you, you fucking idiot!",
she said happily and pensively.
"what was there to miss?",
Jaylin replied knowing she would smile sarcastically.
And the sound of many monsters running.
The Wolves are here.
Given to hours just two alone
I find my way far gone.
I visit a world of alone emptiness.
No comforts just lack of dis-
When I return,
I look at loved ones like strangers.
Forgetting names and myself.
I smile more but care less.
My life of thunder slides away.
In it cracks the sound of nothing.
No futures, no pain, and just those eyes.
They peer soft as fire and hard as time.
If Love is a crown, her smile a kingdom.
Witness all the little things in life I can't seem to find..
I asked for your story because I wanted to feel your pain
So I found you, there in your post apocalyptic paradise
As you wrote the words to me slowly shedding light on the nature of your place
Lost between the words whispered from the lips of your so called dream..
Your puzzle to me summed up in the sentence
I'm not her
Its too late to ask you out with a stegosaurus card
My mom wont make you spaghetti
I don't have a soccer team you can guest play on, I cant meet you at a picnic
Compared to what you had I'm a shadow
And thats all you'll ever let me be
And I thought I could hear it, the nature of your inability to care for me...
but now it sits on my shoulder
Sometimes shifting its talons
I cry because you don't see me
And all the things I have done for you seem like nothing when I look at them through your eyes
But they were everything to me
each little offering offering of affection given to make you smile
every endeavor to make you happy
turned back and given to me as thorns
but you don't care
you are very sorry you say, but you just don't care
and the worst part is I understand now..
I can see how she's better in every way
except for that she left you all alone
So I can't fix you, I can't patch up the pieces she tore out on her way out the door
I can talk to you, I can be there, but
I can't make you see her any other way
I'm just nothing to you.. after all this time
You'll never talk about me like I'm a goddess.. you'll never look at me that way
and it hurts
I'm becoming obsessed
When I'm with you my life is complete
When you are away, all I do is miss you and want you here
I don't want you
I need you
But you don't care
You have moved on
You are finally happy again
Who am I to ruin that?
I just want you to love me
I want you to see the stars and the moon when you look at me
All you see are my mistakes
Crazy about you
Bright windy November
with the slap of cold sun sending frowns
and the absent rain not beating down
choleric substitutes of alcohol withdrawal
and spatial omissions of home fires stoking
empty remembrances of faded potential and
misplaced amorous regret
Haunted by the lingering smell of the souls of
last night's GUINNESS intake staying swell in
the nostrils which is in reality the gulf breeze blowing
gullshit down the river Liffey giver of life.
...And here I am Dublin pillaged and funded
en route to the hour-rate slog
shiny white commerce bleaching out of
windowsills distracting from rooftop
Chiaroscuro serenading a sky
which old junkie forgotten Sons and Daughters
will die under.
Boots tapping mock-goosestep to the ground
past a girl who speaks on her IPHONE to someone
who presumably not only wants to be seen speaking
to someone on their IPHONE but who also cares enough
to listen as the girl announces to all-and-sundry
human dodging on Bachelors Walk this fateful morn
that "I realised what my problem is Now! People
think i'm saying N when I'm really saying M!"
.....quite an existential crisis you got there, EH DOC?
("This girl's SITUATION belongs in a scenario in the TV show GIRLS which young
Woman Europe-wide have embraced as their spiritual saviour in an era of Consumer
impulse control. By placing the mundane generalities and perceived social failings
interpreted by young American female comediennes as instead representing a means and
self-forgiveness and attempted new-wave soft-core feminist self-celebration young American
actresses are inspiring a new generation of young woman to speak openly in a more in-depth level about everything that usually happens to themselves or some girl they know"-From "The Post-New Male Gaze: Interpreting Critiques of Stereotypically Feminized Pop Culture in Westley Barnes's "Notes on a Rant: The "Took Me Up To Dublin Where It's Famous" Notebook
This is the new white noise.
White Irish Male Critiques perceived socially-announced problems of White Irish Female over White Technology on a white morning in a grey city.
A grey city which subliminally stinks of shame and left-over guilt and of spending too much money on tecno-toys and new-improved nullifying debauchery and even rent during a significantly rough stretch of fiscal years. After a lot of years of white nonsense, really.
But this is where I took myself, and this is what happens once you take yourself here and this is where its famous for it.
Once Monto-based FUNDERLAND for the rich and royal turned over-waxie infested tenement slum district and second city of an industrialised economy waiting for the rest of the world to pay its way.
capital of green and squeaky saviours of the third-world who made some money and forgot about everyone else they used to know back home. Mr Poverty, Mr Humbleness, Mr Sense of Catholic Shame.
Until the rents got too high and they had to move home again.
no matters what it achieves, always putting itself down.
But I can adapt.
I've lived in Rathmines and Portobello before living in either was a
really hip decision to make.
I can find somewhere else before its gets gentrified
(after I find some job that's not worth complaining about
or I eventually leap into becoming to middle-class
to complain about it.)
enough that its a headache living there, too many men wearing the same winter
jackets. Too many packed restaurants and your local actually *preparing the tables
in the run-up to the Rugby game on Saturday.
The less of all that, the better for me.
I used to day dream about all of the above, honestly, but I
somehow managed to regain my innocence by living through it.
As for the girl who discovered self-realisation on her (through her?) IPHONE?
She'll be alright. If that's how she starts wading through the floodwaters of relating
herself to the world, misunderstood syllables, name-fails and all, this time in twenty
years, she'll be laughing. Don't worry yourselves, she'll adapt with the times.
Sure, Dublin's famous for it.
The air in this room is heavier at night,
it inflates my lungs like water balloons.
I think about what loneliness is,
learning that I'm the only breathing body here.
A twin sized bed is plenty of room for me;
I can't sleep in a crowded blanket
pushing two sets of shoulders together,
like a suitcase slipping overstuffed clothes
through gaping zipper teeth.
I only have one chair in here,
barley enough comfort for one.
But this room needs another life,
two more lungs to share the air.
There won't be enough seating,
or a place for your clothes.
But I won't mind stretching this blanket
to cover four shoulders.
Stood in an open field
With a dandelion in hand
Made a wish I kept to me
Before I set it free into the wind
Will I find my wish come true
Perhaps not on this side of life
Because what I wish for was you
To be forever mine
I'm tired of who you aim your glares at,
how your beautiful words are just spat.
I'm tired of living life in constant fear,
not hearing affectionate words; my dear.
I'm tired of always going back to you,
you have the power to make skies grey or blue.
I'm tired of how you've scarred us,
you have lost my trust.
I'm tired of your pointless accusations,
your words can make or break nations.
I'm tired of how you make yourself seem so caring,
but the next second your voice is blaring.
I'm tired of the way you process your thoughts,
and of all the times you so carelessly fought.
I'm tired of the games you play,
you have so much to speak but nothing to say.
I'm tired of being yours to manipulate,
you haven't made me truly happy as of late.
I'm tired of being shot at; Russian Roulette,
I can't be near you without becoming upset.
I'm exhausted because of your broken promises and empty threats.
There were some things young Hildegard
Believed deep down in her heart,
And it affected how
She treated all her friends.
"If you're not a part of my parade,
You're just another useless part
That will get tossed out with all the
Other odds and ends.
She told Rolph Johnson
To go on home..
He simply did not suit her taste.
And little Mary Fennel
To have a life,
But Hildegard had one
She had no plans to waste.
"I'm not sorry," she told them all.
"Because it's you. It isn't me!
If I let you hang around,
Someone important may just see.
And I will not allow that.
Where I am you cannot go.
I'm twice as good as you are.
And I know you know I know!"
She told her Mom one late summer day
She preferred to do things her own way.
She did not need her parent's care.
She had no need to worry there.
"I'm smart. I'm strong.
I'm quick. I'm wise.
And I think I've
Outgrown you guys.
You just don't understand.
I'm a some one
You can never be!"
"Even my Teacher
Thinks I'm bright.
And I must admit.
My Teacher's right."
And she's usually
Sort of clueless, so
It's kind of good she
Seems to know."
Her friends, they vanished,
One by one.
They were in the way,
And they weren't much fun.
They did not understand
Was twice the girl
They could be.
Once, or twice,
T'was true, they heard:
"Supercilious is a silly word."
And Hildegard would turn away,
Without another word
She had so very
Much to do.
She'd planned her life.
T'was true, so true.
It was a life she would not be denied,
A future she'd not toss aside.
She'd be incisive and demure.
They'd never undervalue her.
And to this day,
She's made her case.
No arroganace upon her face.
She's a belle of substance, and rightly so,
Trapped in a very lonely place.
Copyright © 2013 Richard D. Remler
"I call everyone 'Darling' because I
can't remember their names."
~Zsa Zsa Gabor