No one to remember,
no one to forget. I watch him take a final breath and his eyes show no regret. It’s the end of one story, the start of another. Just know, long ago i’d naively call him a lover.
Rival - Ruelle The tide is high It's sink or swim My only rival is within Giants calling round the bend My only rival is within I won't let my demons win My only rival is within I will fight through thick and thin My only rival is within Kingdoms rise and kingdoms end My only rival is within This is where it all begins My only rival is within The tide is high It's sink or swim My only rival is within
A poem every day.
You’ve given no reason
For me to feel this way But all reasons aside You’re such a cliché The cheerleader type You run and you play But I remember a time Your type would betray Your voice pitch is high Your IQ count can’t match I really can’t see why You’re considered a catch But maybe I’m petty Or jealous, or insecure I think I’m just ready To be called particular I don’t like your type I don’t fancy to be friends I don’t follow the hype You give me the bends
I am my own enemy
Watering fresh dreams With stale efforts I am my own foe Reaping the fruits of The dead seeds I sow I am my own rival Dying of thirst But trying to drown first I am my own nemesis A perpetual decadent A fool, A pessimist
Dave was his name and he plays rugby, he wants to see you and share a drink with you. Will that be all you share, as you see him every Thursday? I know how these things work, two months as mates “See you next Thursday Danna…” and then you’re suddenly lovers. He noticed me, the week before, needing to be with you. Patience was his game and yourself was his cause as he hatched his little plans. Now he will think, when will she be mine? I know it will work. All it takes is a little time.
So we went out to see a film, with cars and music: The Fast and The Furious. It’s like old times, you know, Nick and Danna, when we had that thing. Now the film ends and we go to your house, reality hits home in the usual way. The bloke you met sends you a text “Hello beautiful…” and then I know it’s time to leave. The trauma starts as I realise, this is it, it’s finally over and I have to move on.
Running for his life, he made his courage known
Turning to try to turn the tide, his strong stance surely shown Frowning upon the enemy face, he waited for the fight pounding, stomping around the corner, his foe came into sight ...Questioning the crying kid... he hug'd his brother tight
The passion of my heart.
Could wear the river rocks to dust. Relentless like the tides of moons. The passion of my heart. Could travel any distance. It knows no barrier like the fading Ozone. The passion of my heart. Could melt with invisible fire. Like the polar ice caps. The passion of my heart. Could feed the hungry. Full of Endless substance. The passion of my heart. Could be inconceivably large. Rivaling the Sun and the stars.
© All Rights Reserved Jack Thompson 2015
Ploratus There’s nothing left to save. Ploratus The end has come. Ploratus Her elixir, eternal bliss Ploratus* A nemesis of old All the price of dalliance
ploratus, a latin word, roughly translates to cry
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