In the back of the old arcade, A relic of a bygone decade, An old and beaten machine stands, Playing music from foreign lands. I step in time with the beat, Laughing as I quickly stomp my feet. A flash of something catches my eye, Is that you passing me by? I pause, look around But you're not to be found. A phantom, a whisper, a dream... Or at least so it may seem.
A happy song filled the room People are enjoying different games They say happiness is contagious But this loneliness is eating me That even breathing is painful Because every corner of this room Is filled with our memories We're together- in love We used to be here Now I'm alone That even how happy people are I know I will never be Just your absence makes me wanna go home
This girl I used to know Is stuck to my ceiling A miracle of chemistry Never mind gravity This strange feeling That got stuck there and Died on a school Tuesday And I remember how the final words That tasted those soft lips Sounded like the snap-crackle-crunch of My spine breaking How every Wednesday since then is Bring yourself to work And I go as a better version of myself But I always get caught Somehow And now that I'm lost out here in the world It happens somewhere inside my head And I'd dig it out with a spoon If only I knew how And I miss this entire world we had The quirky things that are no longer there Like the demolished wood and plastic arcade The sweet smell of Dr. Peppers and sweaty pennies Everything feels unreal now A documentary without an audience Shot from a million miles away Beauty is locked behind bulletproof glass And everything is displayed for us to "touch" But all we ever get to do is "see" A cold existence Without texture A smudge of something that once was Splinters and cuts if you get too close And happiness is stuck in detention Until you divide yourself with infinity And pre-order the game of life Twice And I remember how When two people launch their kites And the storm comes The strings always find a way to tangle Until one side snaps And breaks free of the other I remember how a penny has two sides And a world without broken hearts Is a world without hearts at all But I miss the games we played And there's this awkward silence Like when a game we shared ends And we both say we're out of pennies; And one of us lies.
Cascading pixels, trickling over the arcade, Eight bit drops- Tiny blocks, clumping together rise- Digital monoliths. Soaring up: ***** structures emerge; Falling down: begins to breakdown; as the lines dissolve underneath *multiplying scores manifold!
Found an old tetris cartridge in the attic. When I began playing, the nostalgia overwhelmed my thoughts and hence this poem..
Today I had a bout of acute-you shyness one where I try to pretend I don't notice but have you noticed how difficult it is when outside idles but inside there's a race
to views like you leaning side to side on the motorcycle ride slot machine driving my eyes to sly around your slides taking them wide as when I was eighteen I'd look for curves at Southend pier's end give out stares and start to take in scenes of free amusement at the Fun Bump arcade
around and around the circuit you rode I was lapping up your every move sneaking a view through the coin drop peeping behind the pinball of Dr Who prying open the photo booth curtain gap faux testing the mallet with your strength playing air hockey with my thoughts were your short chic bangs a wig?
they sit so still I long for the straights then swing to one side with a leg tight vibrant jeans in hairpin bends ironing out where the centre line is damp polishing the dashing leather saddle vibrating with wrist twist contempt loveliness revving up to red line
exploding in my face with daring this bike crash heart of mine please forgive not stopping staring a race course habit never outgrown
I go too fast and of course I fall in love as bad as deeply madly but the fact that it's with you.. well I have to forgive myself this malady
I'm a side-road heading for a spin on ways to tell you you're beautiful dangerously close I risk self harm imagining that colour of pink and pale the flush u-turn will be a charm
If I can get you climbing off hot and flustered I’ll have done my pit stop job at once a chance encounter and a fateful winning score to let you know you've entered into being my prize draw
I'll walk away but don't be sore it's up to you to take it further but just know one thing more that if you call me to confirm and tell me that I’m worth it I would turn around so fast the world would gearshift and wait but not in neutral for us