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Oct 2013 JSK

Remember

Oct 2013 JSK

Simon Clark

Remember

When the dark clouds,
Come one by one,
And form an oppressive shroud,
Remember that the wind will send them far away,
And brighten the skies of a tortured day.

When it rains down,
Crying like tears,
And you feel that you might drown,
Remember that the sun will dry the water, gone,
And reflect the magic in your eyes, shone.

Look at the good,
Hiding away,
It’s there wherever you’re stood,
Remember that when times are hard as concrete, cold,
There’ll always be a heart and arms here, hold.

Oct 2013 JSK

Unrequited Love

Oct 2013 JSK

Simon Clark

Unrequited Love

An unrequited love is like a blossom,
Gently, slowly, softly floating from a tree,
The tree yearns and longs to hold it on its branch,
But the child who smiles is happy that it’s free.

At first it hurt to feel the pang of love that will never be,
To feel the shards of broken heart shattering in me,
A sudden realisation of having you in my life,
Takes away the desolation, the anger and the strife.

At first it hurt to know the strain of love that is forgotten,
To feel the core of my being was turning rotten,
A sudden realisation of having you as a friend,
Takes away the desperation with knowledge that I’ll mend.

An unrequited love is like a rainbow,
Flying, shining, gliding across the grey sky,
The rain comes and floods the land of all its sun,
But the child who cried is dancing in the dry.

Oct 2013 JSK

Strawberry Bank

Oct 2013 JSK

AJ

Strawberry Bank

How can everyone expect me
To move on
When I'm not even sure
What happened.
I just know that it was a big deal.
I never process things that could hurt me.

Oct 2013 JSK

I Have To Use Both Hands

Oct 2013 JSK

AJ

I Have To Use Both Hands

We can lie in bed
And I will hold your head on my lap.
And we can stare at the ceiling as you cry,
And pretend that it's the stars.
I would be perfectly fine with that.

I will kiss the tears off your cheek.
The little wide eyed girl
We both saw in our dreams
Is getting eaten alive by the wolf,
And we can't save her.

A white dove is perched on the tree
He sees our jaws graze the floor.
He doesn't care.
The wolf is just he puppet,
The dove is the hand.

I have shed so many tears for
That little girl with the wide eyes.
Those eyes should have seen everything.
I want to find the white dove.

How come we're the only ones who have to pay?
Why is she gone?
SHE SHOULD HAVE BEEN OURS RIGHT NOW.
Who is the white dove?

I hate the girl.
I hate the wolf.
I hate myself.
I love the girl.
I hate myself.
I hate you.
I hate myself.
I love you.
I hate myself.
I hate myself.

I lied.
Don't cry.
I am not be perfectly fine with any of this.

"You're the only shape I pray to, Jezebel."
-Iron &Wine

Oct 2013 JSK

Wishes

Oct 2013 JSK

Brianne

Wishes

It’s winter and we’re sitting on the bench
And snow is falling and I’m cold
But your hands are twice the size of mine
And I think that maybe as long as they’re wrapped around me,
I’ll be okay.
We talk about her and you say that you lost your innocence there
But you lost your heart here.
You brush your thumb over my cheek to wipe away a stray eyelash
You hold it out for me
“Make a wish”

Its summer now and it could be the way your laugh sounds
Or how you let me try to count every strand of hair on your head
It could be the way you hold my hand and pull me down to the grass
Just to kiss me.
It could be those ripped jeans that you swear you’ll replace
It could just be that this summer boy isn’t my winter boy.
And I think you know that I don’t mind, and that I love the laughter in your eyes
And the gold of your skin.
You hold out a dandelion towards me
“Make a wish”

It’s winter again and I’m laying in your bed
And our legs are twisted together with the sheets
Maybe my clothes are on your floor, but all I know is that they aren’t on me
And that you just were.
Maybe it hurts me that you aren’t the summer boy,
Maybe that’s like a stab in my heart each time I think of it.
So maybe you know that somewhere deep down,
And you try to make it better and I try to let you.
You hold me and you make me laugh and you say the right things sometimes
But I guess sometimes isn’t enough.
So you let me slip past you,
My fingers ghosting over your bare torso and your breath a whisper in my ear.
“Make a wish”

It’s summer again and it could be just because it’s my birthday
But no one here is him, not the winter boys and not the summer boy.
But you’re here and you’re different from them,
So maybe I’ll let myself get carried away in your words again.
And I’ll lay in a bed with you and I’ll let you play with my hair
But darling, you aren’t him.
And I love your words and the way you write me breathtaking things,
But his smile was the only thing that could ever steal my heart,
And keep it.
I remember sometime that night,
In the middle of the music and laughter
Someone shoved a cupcake towards me,
With a candle lit right in the middle
And said “Happy birthday”
“Make a wish”.

none of my wishes came true