This is not what we thought it was This is not a poem about love I promised you I would write our love to the stars__ But what could I write if that was not what we thought?
I gave you half of my fried chips Shared other foods As my bed and my heart But all you did was take it and leave When you felt satisfied.
I don't see the fairness in this Miss the smell you had in the mornings Soft maritime lull mixed with pumpkin pie My favorite childhood memory I could hear birds singing in my ear When you whispered at it.
In the end all I had Was my body thrown into the sea Tempestuous and deep sea I could see the lightnings through it As my body was taken by the waves.
I'm a little drunk, trembling like the touch of your fingers Before throwing me overboard Without shouting that there I was On the verge of drowning.
I asked you before all that Turn me into the memory you would never ever forget Lock me in your depths and keep me there As I will do until I die Drowned by the love you said it was.
Silence, Aside the awaited and repetitive crash of the tide, The shimmering glint of the the adorned moon providing the only light whilst reflecting in to the tall spires of the waves They cleanse the earth and retreat, As they pull away they take me adrift. Consumed by the nature of the movement. Dragged further in to the omnipotent essence. For the first time the beauty of the landscape is all too real, Silhouettes of the stark trees stab out like spears in the sanctuary of the forest. For habitats teeming with life have never seemed so dead. I concur with insight that the alienation of this land is merely due to being bred in the unnatural antithesis, A man of the city can find peace and solace in the strangest places. Safe in the knowledge nothing can be as uncertain or trivial as what has been left behind.
It’s funny I used to read and write Laugh and type But now I can’t I’m falling And as the frustration grows Mountainous procrastination as I try to remember My mind can’t stop writhing
My body moving Head saying yes Sentences halved and mashed and forgot Frantic boredom As I fill filled space The wave of papers Books and words That I’ve neglected Hit me greater than before The yells, tears, bad grades, hurt Take me all at once Under water, out again Some day I’ll drown
I stopped working on this for a while and just finished it. Try to spot the stylistic difference from the times I stopped and started.
A taste like a hay, Nothing satisfies No one can save me From my ability to realize. Internal combustion takes over me, As I stand on my own; Trying to keep me down all the time I had myself shown. So, save me from this, make it end? I thought I'd say; “No, I’d do everything to keep you breathe instead of to live.” It said.
Where is she? The view a wild cold sea. She walked here once upon this shore.
There is no one here no more. She liked to swim and wave to me and call my name.
Empty now the shore none in sight it's not the same.
We lay on the sands and kissed. The sea is wild with echoes and mist. I sought her and waited and watched and listened to the wind and gulls and felt the wind in my face.
She came and lay and kissed and left without trace. Where is she? Out There in the cold wild sea? Will this sea give up its dead? Was that her voice calling? What was it she said? I waited by the shore distressed and heard her no more.