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Jan 9 · 130
I adore you
Alex Scaife Jan 9
You're my imagination
I adore you
All your contours
And all the love that you bring
It's simple as that
Jan 7 · 307
Cherry tree
Alex Scaife Jan 7
Spilt blood seeps into the cracks of the earth
Floating gently down like a plucked feather
Deeper and deeper into the black soil
Which turns purple, slowly, like a bruised fruit
Carrying its infected blood to the core.
Festering roots grow, a tumour,
Which rises and bursts like an overripe fig
Into the open landscape below which it swelled.
Pink leaves hang from its twisted branches
And casts a black shadow submerging us all
Poem about fascism
Dec 2020 · 68
Smoke
Alex Scaife Dec 2020
I gathered all the animals that dogged me:
The Bears, Lions and treacherous snakes,
Leading them like the piper with my reed
To the temple that lay upon the mountainside.

Books of poetry dedicated to decayed passions
Were laid to rest upon bails of hay.
I spread black fuels onto their bodies
And with shaking hands carried a shining torch

Flames rose like autumn leaves swept by grey winds
Which reached with stretched arms to the clouds
Like a wailing child to it's mother.
The sky was torn in two, all ****** and broken.

The great temple dedicated to times gone
Was erased from the mountainside.
With bared teeth and the eyes of another,
I Inhaled the smoke and grew drunk upon it
Alex Scaife Dec 2020
I'm made of now
I'm melting
This is unbearable
This is unbearable
This is unbearable
I'm made of snow
I'm melting
This is unbearable
This is unbearable
This is unbearable
I can't believe I made through winter
Just to be cut short by the summer
This is unbearable
I'm made of snow
But my chest hurts
Everything hurts
This is unbearable
Idk about this one chief
Dec 2020 · 201
Pavement Cracks
Alex Scaife Dec 2020
The sky seems darker since then
And Jokes a little less funny.
I can only see colour
Smiling at times long since decayed.
There isn't sadness, not really.
I wish;
Just a haze, a great fog that hangs
Like leaves teasing the ground in autumn
Slowly browning and casting a shadow
Upon the cracked pavement
Long since tired of footsteps
That just chip away at me
And move on.

Soon All
Will be
Chipped
Away.

Soon All
Will be
Away.
Dec 2020 · 64
Fingernails
Alex Scaife Dec 2020
I've been watching my whole life,
Observing it
From a distance, like a stranger.
I keep scratching
Trying to get in, to be seen
But I can't.
My fingernails scrape, tear
And bleed.
A sad attempt at being human but
This life doesn't belong to me,
Not really,
Not truly.
Dec 2020 · 681
Bad with words
Alex Scaife Dec 2020
Darling,
I'm different.
But I don't think that you're the same,
It's such a shame
Your face erased straight from my brain
Yet, I can't explain
Why the feeling still remains.

"Okay,
I'm listening."
**** I forgot what I was to say,
You're a summers day.
My hearts been in an awful way
I'm not okay
Since my summer went away.
Dec 2020 · 62
I Burnt My House Down
Alex Scaife Dec 2020
Auburn flames leap to meat
These shaking fingertips
And dance manically
At the edge of my retina

I'm homeless, freezing, warmed only
By the embers of my old life.
Last night I looked up and saw a roof
Tonight I look up and see the stars

Smiling, I cough and splutter,
Inhaling that black spectre.
I burnt my house down
And grow warm off its embers
Dec 2020 · 760
Smile
Alex Scaife Dec 2020
You smiled so sweetly
And for a moment
I forgot how mad I was at you
Dec 2020 · 229
Leaf
Alex Scaife Dec 2020
I'm a browning leaf
Caught in an eternal autumn
Watching as the sun
Gently strokes the ripening fruits.
The thicket blocks the rays
And I just watch alone
As spring rolls on by
Without me
Sep 2020 · 367
The Fall
Alex Scaife Sep 2020
Icarus cradled himself as the
Surface roared closer and closer,
Screaming like a siren in his ear

For a brief moment he looked and saw
That tower which had kept him and all
That surrounded it. It used to be ugly
But now with death approaching, all that was
ordinary became too beautiful to bare.
First poem in ages
Aug 2020 · 131
I can't go on
Alex Scaife Aug 2020
So cold. I can't go on. I can't.
I tread well worn snow,
Retracing my steps, hoping to go back
To the time green grass littered the ground.

I can't go on. Not forwards.
Unknown. Unknown. I can't go on.
Not without my Mother.
Not in the shadow of my Father.

I must go on. A spectre
On a black horse tracks me, waiting.
Wants me to fall, scavenge me.
Take my body, pour dirt on it.

Give me strength. False or true
To take the steps that I must.
Like Moses in the desert,
I can't go on. I can't go on.

I'll go on
Aug 2020 · 184
The aesthetic man
Alex Scaife Aug 2020
Same pleasures
Same people
Same places

Yet to scale a mountain
He remains an infant
Aug 2020 · 432
Misanthropy
Alex Scaife Aug 2020
Pink cherry blossoms fall like shedding tears
Gently caressing the earth as they land.
To me, it's just decay like rotting flesh
Of one once loved. Just bones and putrid smells

Idle conversation falling upon your tongue
As your bright eyes exclaim more than words could.
These words die out soon enough and I
Never cared for the company of beauty;
I am but a misshapen wretch beside you

Oh! Friend, lover, fiend and vagrant - sorry,
But I reject it all. My heart closes
Like a fist and all we were fades like
The stones at the foot of Ramses, devoid
Of what we once were; more ghosts than people.

Snows and skies of laughter slowly diminish,
I replace them with silence and apathy.
Soon I forget what was so funny
Nor do I particularly care.
Aug 2020 · 347
Sharing a moment with you
Alex Scaife Aug 2020
Longing for a gentle spring rain and
Pointless conversation with you.
We find shelter, shivering.
You huddle next to me for warmth

You remind me of a penguin
I love penguins
Aug 2020 · 256
First past the post
Alex Scaife Aug 2020
At the voting booth
We do the symbolic act
A pointless gesture
Haiku because i havent felt like writing recently
Aug 2020 · 266
Streetlamps
Alex Scaife Aug 2020
Without the courage to end it,
Or the will to go on,
The vagrant wanders aimlessly
Under the artificial lights
Based on Samuel Beckett's the end
Aug 2020 · 308
The End of the World
Alex Scaife Aug 2020
The world does not end with fury
And fire, blood ridden lakes with floating
Corpses and flies picking at our remains
As shells fall like leaves in autumn

It ends with beauty as a sin
And silence preferred over truth.
It ends with hollow men who hide
Behind dull eyes, sapped of all light

When pricked these men don't bleed
But spill forth mounds of straw
Jul 2020 · 656
Dumb clown poem
Alex Scaife Jul 2020
Here's a funny thing 'bout clowns:
NOTHING. They eat babies and ****
Young men until they get their fill,
Hang kittens by their window sill,
Send texts from behind the wheel,
Name their daughters things like Neil,
Use way too much salt on every meal,
Leave you on read just for the thrill,
And put their names in your nan's will

Actually, the balloon animals are pretty cool I guess
Hmm
Jul 2020 · 258
Flowers
Alex Scaife Jul 2020
Flowers bloomed yesterday
Now all the leaves are dead
I borrow moonlight
For the journey ahead
Yay it rhymes
Jul 2020 · 242
Ferry
Alex Scaife Jul 2020
Neon lights, pouring rain and the smell
Of ash. I missed the ferry and
Stand soaked, alone in a crowd of
People, tears hidden by the rain

I feel like a crumbling
Wall, lashed by the tempest
A poem about missing opportunities
Jul 2020 · 352
Sorry
Alex Scaife Jul 2020
I never thought I'd turn twenty
At sixteen I skipped school and sat
Under an oak tree in the park.
Beneath the green leaves, blocked from
The sun, all I thought of was death

I hated sleep fore it brought a
New day. Always too tired for school.
Mornings I thought of bed. At night
I stayed awake cold and twitchy

I drove my Dad to anti depressants
My Mum to fear of finding me cold
I feel so guilty for that. Still,
I won't say it. My lungs won't allow it

Taking a breathe I look through the
Leaves and see the sun again
Blah blah who cares
Jul 2020 · 267
Jealousy
Alex Scaife Jul 2020
I - Mediocrity

I'd give my flesh just for one ounce
Of your genius. In my mediocrity
I turned the extraordinary
Into the ordinary.
You made a symphony from lost
Moments, only you knew their worth!

Ashamed, I scorned you. Forgive me
For we are both lonely orphans

II - Time

I sit waiting.
Each day,
Just waiting. Still,
Waiting.
For anything.
A sign
Of gods' favour
Perhaps.
Always a fool.
A fool,
Always.

III - Fading Footnote

All I am becomes faint.
You just take, consume all.
A greedy little child
Worth more than my being.

A desperate orphan,
I want love and it shows.
I am discarded for
My needy requests. Shame.

You need no love and
Are loved for it. Cruel God!

IV - Haiku for  Atonement

Two souls have diverged
Jealous, I scorned your beauty
Tired, I scorn no more
A poem about jealousy and some other things. Being long I imagine I probably spelt something wrong
Alex Scaife Jul 2020
All that was fixed floated before
My eyes. Blood ridden rags flew like doves
Of peace outside my window.
Pictures of slaves framed as freedom

Ink in the pen replaced
With blood and  yellow bile.
Jul 2020 · 175
Requiem for a nation
Alex Scaife Jul 2020
Fascism sings with sweet lies as
The chorus wails. We sit weeping,
Our history bastardised and
The body of our nation growing cold

Console us not you priests!
We need more than your words
Jul 2020 · 192
Electronic Leaves
Alex Scaife Jul 2020
I've got numbers that never show.
I'll never see another text
From those asleep in an oak box.
I screenshot them; kept like dead leaves

I hope it never ends
I hope it never .
Jul 2020 · 388
Haiku
Alex Scaife Jul 2020
Tired eyes by harsh light
I scribble quite lazily
Nothing profound comes
Jul 2020 · 141
The Death of Mozart
Alex Scaife Jul 2020
Mozart lay cold in that square box.
Salieri observed tearful.
"With this vexing star dimmed, who shall
Brighten the sky at night?" He sighed,

"In my hatred I forgot
The fire you stoked in me,


Alas."
Jul 2020 · 449
The Naked Night
Alex Scaife Jul 2020
I wept in the flames of my life,
Scratching at the rubble in vain.
The roof caved in. I smiled wildly,
Now nothing hid the stars from view.

Your paintings burnt quietly
As I framed the moon.
Jul 2020 · 153
The Passing Year
Alex Scaife Jul 2020
It's a shame that the year met spring
But he never did. I miss your smile
And wish the Bluebells knew it too
Jul 2020 · 349
The Snow of Yesterday
Alex Scaife Jul 2020
Smoke rises from his lit cigarette,
The air heavy with ash ridden breath.
A lighter flash from across the bar
Left as soon as it came

He leaves a lonely figure
And greets the cold hugging his coat.
Under his feet the snow of past
Has turned to water once again

He hails a passing cab
As his feet mourns the snow
Jul 2020 · 431
The Judgement of Paris
Alex Scaife Jul 2020
Paris came back to troy
And saw Hector on the shore.
He told him he had found his love
But what he found was war.
Jul 2020 · 352
Keep pace
Alex Scaife Jul 2020
In the pale snow footsteps remain.
If I tread in place they'll never fade
But If I stay I'll freeze in place.
I never thought I'd let them go

The sun rises too soon.
My heart never did leave
Jul 2020 · 235
Le Morte d'Arthur
Alex Scaife Jul 2020
Arthur observed the lake. "Moonlight,
It's too much for my eyes to bare!
I've done so much and still, I can't
Outshine the beauty of the lake."

My lord, the years did pile
And dawn arrived so soon
The death of King Arthur
Jul 2020 · 676
Autumn Leaves
Alex Scaife Jul 2020
Airing out robes of one who's gone
Autumn cleaning then winter's wind
Seasons shall change and when they do
I'll wear autumn's robe for spring

"Leaves never fall in vain,"
I murmur as I sweep.
Alex Scaife Jul 2020
Under the cherry blossom tree
He sits, looking to the sunset.
A life of moon, snow, and dewdrops
Content, his life does melt. So it is...
Death poem
Jul 2020 · 256
Coming home
Alex Scaife Jul 2020
I waved Brighton away as adventure called,
My heart filled with childish enthusiasm.
The whole world spread before my eyes as the
Wind did gently rustle my sails. Away!

Three months I sailed without excitement,
Making my heart lose faith in the open sea.
In anger God let my vessel venture
Into a storm to swallow worlds and eat me whole.

I prayed and begged with clasped cold hands. "Oh, God!
I am quite dead. Save this wretched servant!"
He ****** thunder from the grey skies and laughed
As I floated. A corpse drifting aimless.

As my filled lungs spewed out the sea, the sky cleared.
I saw a shore. England! My heart flew high
Just a story
Jun 2020 · 141
Jacques Lacan
Alex Scaife Jun 2020
****** souls lead to ****** faces.
Unloved kids lead to untied laces.
Unpaid men lead to unsafe places.
Lovely poems lead to unread pages.
Jun 2020 · 155
Lost Horizons
Alex Scaife Jun 2020
My dream of a new land,
Of ignorance come truth.
I sat atop a peak
And found myself unmoved.

Ancient wisdom of ash
In which I found just dust.
Oh, Truth! You stole my dream, now
I'm cold atop the peak
About achieving a dream and realising it wasn't all that you hoped it would be. The pain of the real takes away your fantasy that kept you moving.
Alex Scaife May 2020
I want to be so smart like you.
I wish I could despise mountain dew
And hate flashy films like you do.
I can't appreciate gorgeous views
With sky scrapers and starry nights.
I like to see girls in black tights
And drunks that slur and start bar fights
Because they have a minor gripe.

Excuse me for my plastic taste
That comforts me on winter days.
I don't have good taste in anything.
May 2020 · 237
Hand Covers Bruise
Alex Scaife May 2020
She stretched her sleeves to cover them.
The knife cut deep on her scarred thighs.
I said I didn't mind that she hurt
Herself. Still, the hand covered the bruise.

She ate little. The mirror scoffed
Still. "Fine!" I'd say. "I'll eat alone."
I said I didn't mind that she starved
herself. Still, the hand covered the bruise.

I wish I pulled her hand.
I wish I didn't just speak.
Lately I can't eat too.
My hand covers the bruise.
May 2020 · 902
Lamp poem
Alex Scaife May 2020
I tried to make a lamp into the sun.
It burns my eyes like the sun does,
But finds itself only half as gorgeous.
The real is too much for me to bear.
About trying to find meaning in poor poetry I write.
May 2020 · 66
London Underground
Alex Scaife May 2020
Smoky train tracks run fast before my eyes.
To get on? To throw myself in it's
angry rampage? A mess for others, not me.
Instead I sit and watch the people board.

Nobody looks. I'm here but they never look.
Am I so bland? Or are they scared of me?
Repulsive man! Unshackle this young soul
so they notice my corpse, rotting slowly.

I scream but courtesy dictates
It remains trapped in my carriage.

— The End —