The thing about Narnia is
Narnia leaves
and the kids return back to the real world with
both reluctance
and vigour.

But what if Narnia didn't?
What if it hovered,
shadowed around the edge of their vision,

Aslan in the corner of their eye
the White Witch frosting across
bodies of water.

Would they go back to school?
Would they fall in love with someone who
just didn't get
the game
they used to play when they were kids?

"You bailed on us again, Peter"
"Susan, stop looking out the window!"
"But you've always loved sweets"
"Lucy, lions can't talk."

So yeah.
Start again,
*******.
I mean,
you changed Narnia for the better,
Right?

Right?

Sometimes
Freedom is just
choosing not to.

What if,
what if
the moon just flickered.

As if
it never happened.

What if,
what if
the moon was gone.

And I looked
away from you
for a moment.

What if
everything
you knew
was wrong.

And beliefs
were just that.

What if,
what if
the moon just flickered

and when it came back on
everything you knew was wrong

Sometimes people break up
and there's not a **** thing you can do about it.

*Finis

I wanna write drunk,
I wanna write high,
I wanna write sideways on Acid
I wanna write dangling upside down, making music with my feet
I wanna write frantic, unbidden declarations of love for a person who doesn't exist yet.
I wanna write poems
I wanna write love, strength, anger, pain, fear, joy and restlessness
I wanna write more than I have ever experienced.
I wanna write without crying.
I wanna write without reference to 'him' 'you' or 'we'
I wanna write better
I wanna write freer
I wanna write words that aren't real
I wanna write lost up a mountain with a girl by my side

I want to fall in love with a lesbian.

I wanna write in green ink.
Slytherin Pride, baby.

I wanna write on the moon.
I want to go there,
actually go there,
and put ink to paper.

I wanna write haphazard with unbending certainty that
today
I can write whatever I want

My True Love didn't want me
"well then he isn't your True Love!"


My True Love wouldn't fight for me
'So then how can he be?'


My True Love is a coward

A handsome
      despairing
         coward


I fall asleep every night praying
that my True Love
isn't.





As must he

I get drunk and read your poetry,
but I only do it when I'm
so drunk
that in the morning
I can't remember what you said