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Taliesin 11h
There are those who’d curse the paintings
That held the highest beauty
For being formed from something
Impermanent as oil and paint
Intangible as light.

There are those who’d curse a romeo
Cast in stone relief
For such vanity, and hubris
For how could such a man
Begin to know such beauty and
The truth of open feeling?

There are those who would cut this holy wire
That tethers us across the world
For fear of some lurking evil
Some banging in the dark
That’s bound to take our souls away
Some lack of love or depth

There are those who’d see the flesh on flesh
And cries like angelsong
And **** it for it’s fleetingness
For their father’s love was purer.
For their father’s love was strong
Their poor and lonely fathers
Cursed to loveless love

Oh brave new world that I have seen
That has such people in it!
Who cry for long-forgotten men
Yet **** the ones before them!
wrote this in anger after the 50th poem I saw pass by which complained about the evils of modern technology and society
sara Apr 26
Cover up the mirrors and I'll find somewhere to look,
rip me into pieces like the pages from your book,
smudge me into ink stains, stick a needle in my eye,
scribble over my mistakes and cross me out with lines.

Turn me inside out to wash and
hang me out to dry,
drown me in a dried up lake
and burn me out by fire,

spit me out like sour grapes,
leave me like an ageing wine,
just now, I've quite the bitter taste
but I still need a little time.
Catharsis in a poem- felt very grounded after spitting this out
sara Jul 8
I don't have the time of day
to beg for pardon 'til you stay,
to get down on my knees and pray;
for it to rain, just all the same.

I don't have the trust in you.
You choose comfort, I choose new.
You'll hear it once, you swear it true:
the sky rains black; you're sure it's blue.

It's just like paint, a blood-red heart,
a colour sample on a chart;
I'll build an abstract sculpture, craft
it carefully and call it art.

Then, I'll sell all that I create
and save enough to walk away,
whilst you're left dripping wet with rain.
Whatever made you think I'd wait?
Sorry, but why do people leave then try to come back into your life as if time froze when they left ¿¿¿¿¿
when i was younger, my uncle told me
no one could have heard
the big bang happening
because there was no sound in space.
i remember thinking
how sad it must have been
for the people
who lived before any of us,
how their stories were never heard
as the universe renewed itself;
how the love
and light
and beauty
in their lives had to die with them.
when i was younger
my uncle told me there was no way
to save a dying star.
he told me that even the stars
grew tired of our idiocy.
he said that when stars died
they took their galaxies with them.
they’d burst in a flash
of great vibrancy—
and then it was over.
when i was younger, my uncle told me
that the universe was as cruel
as it was beautiful.
he said it waited for no one.
he said it didn’t take into account
the people around it,
didn’t think about
the lives it killed,
the stories it erased,
the souls it took—
the universe was selfish.
it was cruel.
it was an abomination.
it took me years to understand
what my uncle was trying to say.
it took me years to realize
he wasn’t talking about the universe
or the stars— not really.
he was talking about us.
the people.
selfish and cruel
and abominations
to the world we call home.
we take and take and never give back,
we destroy everything we touch.
we were the universe—
unkind and unthinking,
incapable of looking beyond ourselves.
when i was older,
i wondered what it was like
for the people who lived on planets
with dying stars:
i wondered if they knew
they would cease to exist,
i wondered what they thought
as they saw that great flash of bright light—
but when i was older i saw that
the stars were the beautiful creatures
driven to the point where they thought
they never mattered
because we were selfish enough
that they never felt loved.
i saw that these stars chose to collapse,
chose to die,
because what good were they?
but i saw that these stars,
these flashes of bright light
were all it took for entire galaxies
to live,
to breathe,
and when they left,
they left in their wake
and darkness.
when i was older, i realized
that these galaxies were never dotted
on our night sky
they were the people around us
trying to live despite the fact
that their stars had chosen to die.
when i was older, my uncle told me
that new stars were born every minute,
because the big bang hadn’t stopped yet.
and i remember thinking
how unfortunate that something so beautiful
could be born in a time
of cruelty
of selfishness.
i remembered thinking
that despite everything—
that despite the inevitability
of stars dying—
i hope these stars
choose to shine instead.
Do you see me brother?
A feckless skyscraper marching on.
Not deaf but deafened, not blind but blinded,
I watch myself marching past the children,
a million miles away and
all in pretty rows.
We were these children once
before blue academies and flags and books and songs written by long-dead men,
the songs we used to sing, we watched the soldiers,
marching by we marvelled at the colour.
They were so handsome then.

I find you, with graveyard eyes,
brother I feel those eyes on me.
You, who watched me marching by,
you, who turned against
that old familiar stench, drift
into my sleeping focus.
I will not rest-

the rivers of blood are sated. Tonight as I listen to the old recording:
“As I look ahead, I am filled with foreboding”
Like the roman I see the Thames is foaming and all is red.
A needle skips,

the hush descends.

The tears flowing from my eyes
are invisible to me, the taste of them is all that’s left.  I shout and scream into the bed
but still I find your staring face.
Locked safely far away from me.
Locked safely in my memory.
And I choke on empty air.
It has been almost a month
A month since my heart has been broken
Broken in a million pieces
Pieces of me still love you
You where the only one that I could talk to
To you I said everything I want to talk about
About that day I had, but not that one
One day of my life has never been so bad
So bad that it broke me in two
Two people made one, you and I
I will never forget you
You where *are the love of my life
Life we where shearing together
Together we were happy
Happy like that I'll never be again
Again I hate my life
Life that I resented so much
So much that I wanted to die
Die, was the only thing I could think about, until I met you
You were the one that saved me from death
Death is what I think about again
Again I am in that ****** place in my head
Head first I went into that relation
Relations are supposed to last
Last month you broke my heart
My heart will never be the same again
Again I want to die
it makes me feel sick to my stomach that you’ve loved someone else before
that she was the first one to
kiss you goodnight
and i know that’s unfair
i’ve loved and loved and loved
more than humanly possible

i know that’s unfair
you deserve someone
who understands that love is infinite
and i so want to be that someone
but my body hurts
and i feel the anxiety bubbling up in it
moving from my belly button up to my forehead
and suddenly i don’t know if i can be that girl

i think i’m falling in love with you
and your love in return should be enough

but it’s 4 am and i’m looking at old photos
and she’s wearing the sweatshirt of yours that’s in my top drawer right now
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