amethyst-rock-star - Hello Poetry

I get deranged every time the seasons change. Sometimes I'll walk to George Square just to stand in the rain. And every door, every corner of every window spells out your name. I'll start again. I'll start again because that's all I have left to choose. Nothing left to lose. All I have left is a misty memory of you, standing in your two-piece dress confessing that we're through. And the rain seems to bend around me like, it doesn't want me too. I'll start again, Because this brain of mine, it wasn't made by intelligent design. It was made by atoms and molecules and time. I'll always tend to get philosophical. Especially when getting kicked in the teeth is topical. It's the only kind of self-preservation that I know. You'll start again, Like you physically can't remember. Like a gambling addict, desperately clutching on to that last dying ember of hope. You'll smile; but deep down you just feel strange. If the time has gone to reconcile, is it time to change? We'll start again, Not because we want to, because we must. Like two already weary travellers standing on the cusp, of another great adventure, where everything is the same. Except us.

0

Jan 20, 2015

Jan 20, 2015 at 5:48 PM UTC

Start Again

I get deranged every time the seasons change. Sometimes I'll walk to George Square just to stand in the rain. And every door, every corner of every window spells out your name. I'll start again. I'll start again because that's all I have left to choose. Nothing left to lose. All I have left is a misty memory of you, standing in your two-piece dress confessing that we're through. And the rain seems to bend around me like, it doesn't want me too. I'll start again, Because this brain of mine, it wasn't made by intelligent design. It was made by atoms and molecules and time. I'll always tend to get philosophical. Especially when getting kicked in the teeth is topical. It's the only kind of self-preservation that I know. You'll start again, Like you physically can't remember. Like a gambling addict, desperately clutching on to that last dying ember of hope. You'll smile; but deep down you just feel strange. If the time has gone to reconcile, is it time to change? We'll start again, Not because we want to, because we must. Like two already weary travellers standing on the cusp, of another great adventure, where everything is the same. Except us.

10

I'm a different kind of lonely when you're not here When everything I touch seems to miss you too And we all just sit around in our collective grief Books aren't supposed to miss people My guess is that if books had feelings at all Then really they would just want someone to pick Them up and hold them I can sympathise with books If doors could talk they wouldn't ask where the Hell we'd been when we got home late They'd say that they just want to keep us safe and Maybe try to keep out the cold I wish I was still your door My windows don't miss the times when you'd Stand with one delicate hand on the glass and gaze Outside in some quiet reflection Unaware that I could see your reflection in the glass and was Wondering, Desperately trying to conclude How biology, chemistry and physics Could possibly have combined to create something So terrifyingly beautiful.

0

Oct 17, 2013

Oct 17, 2013 at 4:28 AM UTC

Collective Grief

I'm a different kind of lonely when you're not here When everything I touch seems to miss you too And we all just sit around in our collective grief Books aren't supposed to miss people My guess is that if books had feelings at all Then really they would just want someone to pick Them up and hold them I can sympathise with books If doors could talk they wouldn't ask where the Hell we'd been when we got home late They'd say that they just want to keep us safe and Maybe try to keep out the cold I wish I was still your door My windows don't miss the times when you'd Stand with one delicate hand on the glass and gaze Outside in some quiet reflection Unaware that I could see your reflection in the glass and was Wondering, Desperately trying to conclude How biology, chemistry and physics Could possibly have combined to create something So terrifyingly beautiful.

22

The bear broke out the bear trap, and screamed into the air, that the very man that set the trap that had imprisoned him there, had better find a hiding place, somewhere only he can go, to escape the fall of every gaze, every crystal drop of snow, because now he has an enemy who is red behind his eyes, an enemy who will not rest until gazing on his demise... Kanza caught the biggest fish anyone had ever seen, they say he speared it from the bank when he saw it glinting green, without his artistry and skill the village would be doomed, once their thirst became too much, their last hopes consumed, but everyday there was a banquet, such was his expertise, that anything that took a breath in the forest could be seized, be it bird or beast or wild cat, weasel, fox or hare, Kanza even told the children that one day he'd catch a bear... The bear withdrew into the darkness, under a canopy of pine, he knew that it was true that if he could just bide his time, eventually a man would come to check that awful snare, then before he could take a breath, his life would end right there, because no living creature from the mountains to the plains, deserves to live out their last in tortured, searing pain. Seconds turned to minutes, turned to hours, turned to days, but the bear, unblinking in the dark, never once broke his gaze, until one misty morning, still glaring at the trap, somewhere through the misty trees, he heard a twig go...SNAP! Kanza knew all too well how big a mistake he'd made, now upon his back ,a million eyes, he'd meant to evade, but little did he know the kind of danger he was in, because now, flying through the air, was something much bigger than him, a creature so incredibly fast, as to leave nowhere to run, a demon, a spectre, of ancient past, all his nightmares rolled into one. The bear broke forth like holy hell, his roar shook the air, his razor sharp teeth and diamond claws ,in flesh, began to tear, Kanza coudn't hold in his scream, as all around turned red, he knew he only had a few moments left, before he would be dead. The bear ploughed into the undergrowth, uprooting two small trees, then quickly spun to stare at his foe, who dropped down to his knees. And there they sat, each one staring at the other and each one learning, understanding, what it is to suffer, Kanza knew his wounds would soon have him feeling dazed, the bear had been wounded by the trap, then hadn't eaten or slept in days. "I'm sorry", Kanza said, the words surprising even him, as a line of crimson blood ran from his ear down to his chin, then he felt the darkness, and the ground around went black, Kanza fell forward to the ground, the eyes in his head rolled back... When he awoke, he saw his reflection inside two huge black eyes, his instincts whispered for him not to move, something he didn't think too unwise, the bear stared into him as if it was reading his every thought, there was no escape left, no way of not being caught, after what felt like an age of the world had passed, the bear withdrew into the darkness, gazing until the last, Kanza turned to see that beside him was his mangled snare, never again in his life did he try to trap a bear.

0

Mar 31, 2013

Mar 31, 2013 at 9:41 PM UTC

Kanza and the Bear

The bear broke out the bear trap, and screamed into the air, that the very man that set the trap that had imprisoned him there, had better find a hiding place, somewhere only he can go, to escape the fall of every gaze, every crystal drop of snow, because now he has an enemy who is red behind his eyes, an enemy who will not rest until gazing on his demise... Kanza caught the biggest fish anyone had ever seen, they say he speared it from the bank when he saw it glinting green, without his artistry and skill the village would be doomed, once their thirst became too much, their last hopes consumed, but everyday there was a banquet, such was his expertise, that anything that took a breath in the forest could be seized, be it bird or beast or wild cat, weasel, fox or hare, Kanza even told the children that one day he'd catch a bear... The bear withdrew into the darkness, under a canopy of pine, he knew that it was true that if he could just bide his time, eventually a man would come to check that awful snare, then before he could take a breath, his life would end right there, because no living creature from the mountains to the plains, deserves to live out their last in tortured, searing pain. Seconds turned to minutes, turned to hours, turned to days, but the bear, unblinking in the dark, never once broke his gaze, until one misty morning, still glaring at the trap, somewhere through the misty trees, he heard a twig go...SNAP! Kanza knew all too well how big a mistake he'd made, now upon his back ,a million eyes, he'd meant to evade, but little did he know the kind of danger he was in, because now, flying through the air, was something much bigger than him, a creature so incredibly fast, as to leave nowhere to run, a demon, a spectre, of ancient past, all his nightmares rolled into one. The bear broke forth like holy hell, his roar shook the air, his razor sharp teeth and diamond claws ,in flesh, began to tear, Kanza coudn't hold in his scream, as all around turned red, he knew he only had a few moments left, before he would be dead. The bear ploughed into the undergrowth, uprooting two small trees, then quickly spun to stare at his foe, who dropped down to his knees. And there they sat, each one staring at the other and each one learning, understanding, what it is to suffer, Kanza knew his wounds would soon have him feeling dazed, the bear had been wounded by the trap, then hadn't eaten or slept in days. "I'm sorry", Kanza said, the words surprising even him, as a line of crimson blood ran from his ear down to his chin, then he felt the darkness, and the ground around went black, Kanza fell forward to the ground, the eyes in his head rolled back... When he awoke, he saw his reflection inside two huge black eyes, his instincts whispered for him not to move, something he didn't think too unwise, the bear stared into him as if it was reading his every thought, there was no escape left, no way of not being caught, after what felt like an age of the world had passed, the bear withdrew into the darkness, gazing until the last, Kanza turned to see that beside him was his mangled snare, never again in his life did he try to trap a bear.

8

It struck my chest like a train carriage, and smashed my ribcage to dust The last of my hopes held hostage My very best hand, gone bust Through the dark I see your eyes glinting The deftness with which you aim As all my universe is changing All of yours just stays the same Bare feet on the edge of the precipice Beneath me, an ocean of glass Is there any deed more gracious, than being alone at your last? But for you I'll save my last smile My final act of defiance This game was mine all the while All great tragedies must end in violence For every moment you daydream Every time the wind blows your hair When the world seems too extreme In the background, I'll be there Through time, you'll come to miss me As metal begins to miss rust I never thought I'd live to see My very best hand, gone bust.

0

Feb 17, 2013

Feb 17, 2013 at 6:32 PM UTC

Gone Bust

It struck my chest like a train carriage, and smashed my ribcage to dust The last of my hopes held hostage My very best hand, gone bust Through the dark I see your eyes glinting The deftness with which you aim As all my universe is changing All of yours just stays the same Bare feet on the edge of the precipice Beneath me, an ocean of glass Is there any deed more gracious, than being alone at your last? But for you I'll save my last smile My final act of defiance This game was mine all the while All great tragedies must end in violence For every moment you daydream Every time the wind blows your hair When the world seems too extreme In the background, I'll be there Through time, you'll come to miss me As metal begins to miss rust I never thought I'd live to see My very best hand, gone bust.

24

"Sloths!", she squawked, almost incoherently, I'd just took a sip of my tea. "To most, they remain a mystery". The remark remained a mystery to me.

0

Jan 4, 2013

Jan 4, 2013 at 1:54 PM UTC

Sloths

"Sloths!", she squawked, almost incoherently, I'd just took a sip of my tea. "To most, they remain a mystery". The remark remained a mystery to me.

6

Hello Poetry; we meet again my bored, unenthusiastic but sympathetic friend Why is it you never seem to like what I do? The rhymes, the rhythm structure, the ideas I write for you? Or maybe, in my haste, maybe I've miscalculated Maybe, it's actually me that feels discombobulated I have had times when I've struggled with what I've written I always die a thousands deaths, before I'm smitten with how I might have dotted the i's, and crossed the t's I'll hide behind furniture to be sure that no one sees lest they lambast my catastrophic grasp on diction With god's help I'm sure I'll conquer this terrible affliction and actually construct a poem I'm happy with Here are the laws, I'll live by, forthwith, 1. don't write about your pet hamster, no one cares 2. and you should probably steer clear of international affairs 3. remember no word in the English language rhymes with 'month' 4. 5. always know your subject, inside and out 6. Do weasels have noses, or do they have snouts.....? **** you can't even write out a set of rules You; You have no friend in anyone that won't suffer fools gladly, but sadly, I have another idea another lacklustre shot at being sincere I hate this vicious cycle, hate every single bit but yep, I'll get my pencil, grab some paper, then just sit

0

Nov 14, 2012

Nov 14, 2012 at 8:09 AM UTC

Hello Poetry

Hello Poetry; we meet again my bored, unenthusiastic but sympathetic friend Why is it you never seem to like what I do? The rhymes, the rhythm structure, the ideas I write for you? Or maybe, in my haste, maybe I've miscalculated Maybe, it's actually me that feels discombobulated I have had times when I've struggled with what I've written I always die a thousands deaths, before I'm smitten with how I might have dotted the i's, and crossed the t's I'll hide behind furniture to be sure that no one sees lest they lambast my catastrophic grasp on diction With god's help I'm sure I'll conquer this terrible affliction and actually construct a poem I'm happy with Here are the laws, I'll live by, forthwith, 1. don't write about your pet hamster, no one cares 2. and you should probably steer clear of international affairs 3. remember no word in the English language rhymes with 'month' 4. 5. always know your subject, inside and out 6. Do weasels have noses, or do they have snouts.....? **** you can't even write out a set of rules You; You have no friend in anyone that won't suffer fools gladly, but sadly, I have another idea another lacklustre shot at being sincere I hate this vicious cycle, hate every single bit but yep, I'll get my pencil, grab some paper, then just sit

31

I wish I had a book of all the stories of all my friends So we could see what we got up to on our journey to journeys end

0

Nov 8, 2012

Nov 8, 2012 at 11:11 AM UTC

Book of Friends

I wish I had a book of all the stories of all my friends So we could see what we got up to on our journey to journeys end

7

and into the night we ran, like animals the lights on our ankles bounding into the half-light excitement fizzled and cracked in our hair we ran faster and faster and faster I saw the edge come into view in a split second it was right under my feet I dropped towards the ground my legs burning into a tightened coil then shot into the air like a firework, spiralling we arced our backs towards the moon then, in that moment, nothing, silence we hung in the air I could see the ocean miles below it was crystal clear and blue and purple and green so incredibly massive

0

Mar 3, 2012

Mar 3, 2012 at 8:27 AM UTC

Into The Night

and into the night we ran, like animals the lights on our ankles bounding into the half-light excitement fizzled and cracked in our hair we ran faster and faster and faster I saw the edge come into view in a split second it was right under my feet I dropped towards the ground my legs burning into a tightened coil then shot into the air like a firework, spiralling we arced our backs towards the moon then, in that moment, nothing, silence we hung in the air I could see the ocean miles below it was crystal clear and blue and purple and green so incredibly massive

18

a crisp silhouette black on gold she turns her head into the bitter wind her hair turns it's back the city is sleeping street lights shimmering crystal air she turns away cold her fingers touch leather it's wet raining inside the lining is soft plastic touch crackles the filter sticks to her lips golden light sparks she breathes chemicals crash her mouth her throat in her eyes the reflection a million lights waver as she drags on it it draws on her until nothing just ash in the wind once here then forgotten forever

0

Mar 3, 2012

Mar 3, 2012 at 8:25 AM UTC

Cigarette

a crisp silhouette black on gold she turns her head into the bitter wind her hair turns it's back the city is sleeping street lights shimmering crystal air she turns away cold her fingers touch leather it's wet raining inside the lining is soft plastic touch crackles the filter sticks to her lips golden light sparks she breathes chemicals crash her mouth her throat in her eyes the reflection a million lights waver as she drags on it it draws on her until nothing just ash in the wind once here then forgotten forever

35

I met a girl, one day or night who taught me how to live An empty truth, you may observe I hope you can forgive She spoke of something more to me, or so she did perceive As demons sneer at angel's wings when tripping on their sleeves "Where have you been tonight my dear, I trust you will not lie? Because lying is a bow my dear, I trust you cannot tie?" Lost. I had no argument. No angle could I find. No brilliant light bulbs brilliant light. No swift turn of the mind. But, amidst my overanxious thoughts, one detail sharply stood. Of all my prior misdirections, this one had to be good. "I've walked in halls of marbled stone and well carved wooden walls. I've talked of nations fighting wars, and when that they might fall" "I've conversed the winter weather wild, heard what spring may bring. I've bolstered men who'd have fallen down, sang with women who cannot sing". "And now you nag nag nag at me, when all I want is sleep! Why can't you leave me well alone, when towards my dreams I creep?" "Oh! Please do forgive me, My most almighty Tsar. But must One sleep with One's head, still resting on the bar?"

0

Sep 13, 2011

Sep 13, 2011 at 4:09 PM UTC

The Drunken Tsar

I met a girl, one day or night who taught me how to live An empty truth, you may observe I hope you can forgive She spoke of something more to me, or so she did perceive As demons sneer at angel's wings when tripping on their sleeves "Where have you been tonight my dear, I trust you will not lie? Because lying is a bow my dear, I trust you cannot tie?" Lost. I had no argument. No angle could I find. No brilliant light bulbs brilliant light. No swift turn of the mind. But, amidst my overanxious thoughts, one detail sharply stood. Of all my prior misdirections, this one had to be good. "I've walked in halls of marbled stone and well carved wooden walls. I've talked of nations fighting wars, and when that they might fall" "I've conversed the winter weather wild, heard what spring may bring. I've bolstered men who'd have fallen down, sang with women who cannot sing". "And now you nag nag nag at me, when all I want is sleep! Why can't you leave me well alone, when towards my dreams I creep?" "Oh! Please do forgive me, My most almighty Tsar. But must One sleep with One's head, still resting on the bar?"

36