Jun 2014
what feeling
like a chunk of gum
numbed by a dentist
knowing Santa isn’t real
milk and cookies
gone
anyway
lost in streets
lost
darkness thrills you
chills you
as rain on the first day
of spring
love is a mystery
odd one out
among liars
lovers
extroverts
yet
and yet
feels red
when windows creak
open to greet mornings
musty novels
wedged like teeth in boxes
take them
just a pound
slivers of kindness
smiles to say
I know me too
smell handwritten letters
phone-calls under swathes
of duvet
at midnight
to someone
their name sounds just right
pangs of solitude
muted by a voice
a touch
some words
thrown together
like a chunk of gum
numbed by a dentist
knowing Santa isn’t real
milk and cookies
gone
anyway
lost in streets
lost
darkness thrills you
chills you
as rain on the first day
of spring
love is a mystery
odd one out
among liars
lovers
extroverts
yet
and yet
feels red
when windows creak
open to greet mornings
musty novels
wedged like teeth in boxes
take them
just a pound
slivers of kindness
smiles to say
I know me too
smell handwritten letters
phone-calls under swathes
of duvet
at midnight
to someone
their name sounds just right
pangs of solitude
muted by a voice
a touch
some words
thrown together
Written: June 2014.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time (perhaps not as strong as I would've liked) - not sure how long I shall be continuing with this particular style. 'Locitement' is not a real word, rather a word 'created' by myself - a feeling of deep loneliness, coupled with a strange feeling of excitement at what lies ahead.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time (perhaps not as strong as I would've liked) - not sure how long I shall be continuing with this particular style. 'Locitement' is not a real word, rather a word 'created' by myself - a feeling of deep loneliness, coupled with a strange feeling of excitement at what lies ahead.
