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daniel f Jun 2013
Self Imposed Exile

Ive spent many evenings dreaming,
of service stations and airport lounges.

Passing people in distant cities,
enjoying a meal with mountain air.

The wine will be flowing,
The ash tray filled,
me alone in my self imposed exile.

A picture of security and independance
perhaps

that picture is keeping me warm
on the way to work
April showers in August.
With everyone else but myself
I certainly dont deserve this.
daniel f Jun 2013
from the smallest start
a chance encounter really
came something so good

everyone said that
you were far too much effort
but I'm glad they were wrong

I've known you two years
I used to want to hold you
now I'm happy just

to know you is to
love you as much as I do,
we get on so well

and I'll never grow
tired of hearing your voice
and your smile your smile

so lovely I see (I think)
what people mean when they say
better off as friends
daniel f Mar 2013
As sleep slips over,
Whilst muscles melt unmoving
Snow drifts rising slowly
Doorways disappearing,
I watched idle hours pass
Just hoping you'd return .
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The­ afterglow gone
The days short/stars dim seemingly/this is only January

A gentle thaw starts/cloud formation broken as/
cold ground soften slowly

In between seasons/march in the middle/
easter around the corner

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through out the evening
the sea swelled seemingly
brimming saying something
sailors staring  safe inside
communication cut
the snow white foam made landfall
salt smelling scene
before them
daniel f Mar 2013
what a way to live
all without choices
stood here alone,
train line cry beside me

left to fall
apart
too much
to remove me

left to watch the world go by
replaced  soon perhaps
affordable housing
someday someday
left to grow historical
someday maybe someday

what a way to spend
a winters day
light getting in
heating destroyed

door frame shaking
almost
daniel f Mar 2013
Before I took a seat I closed the door. Trying desperately to make a good first impression, refusing the offer of a hot drink
there's always later assuming this goes according to plan. My name called, greeted by a luke warm smile "Daniel"
Rhetorical questions always get me, do I answer or avoid? I never know anyway. Extending my hand reluctantly "Yes and you must be"
my enemy for the next ten minutes. "An informal interview followed by any questions you may have says he reassuringly" Leading me back through
the shop. This his shining kingdom and he the smiling tyrant. Forty hours a week with over time allowed you could be very happy here
working and smiling or something.
The interview is a slow roast, the mid day sun slipping through half cracked a window, I engage in eye contact a neccesary evil apparently.
Ive been up for days reading every interview technique known to man.
I could tell you all about body language or just how much I need too sleep.
Its always the subtle distractions that steal a tired mind.
Nice tie blue tie green tie I cant tell,
I remain fixated untill
"Any questions" of course I reply.
"When can I start and when will I hear back from you"
all the while secretly asking myself when will the already
sidelined enthusiasm I have for you diminish entirely
daniel f Mar 2013
you always walk quietly,
in behind me
conversation simply flowing

looking awkward toward me
ill pass to you
although we know
the truth

left hand long extended
smiling politely
always
smiling politely

some word meanings remain unknown
I do try to decypher
I can assure you

although im half asleep
when the conversation
is over
daniel f Mar 2013
"dont worry" I'm reassured
"you look just fine"
although I know otherwise
I'll keep that in mind.
I prefer black and white,
colour a fantasy filter.
I the unknown Parisian,
stories shall be told no doubt
perhaps the source of future fashion?
or left to rot for longer
my fine jaw line locked
inside ancient history
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