i stitch myself back together
with strands plucked from conscience
glistening points drawn out into gossamer
you come to me in comets
bringing the dawn to an astronomer
scried in seams of aether
You have stole my heart
The poetry you write
Seeps into my soul
A beautiful cup of tea
Hot and ready
And I will drink deeply
And give my tea
Back to thy
Council house dilapidated and brittle as the bones
That inhabited it, invalid mother bedridden,drugdazed
With a prescription-based carnival skull and sore lungs
sustained from years of cigarettes and TB.
In the night there was machine gun coughter, foxes
howling frost -if you looked outside you could see them
stringing silver from their fangs on the street below-
And I went downstairs to fix her some tea
because for the first time in years she asked me
And the storm outside lifted the window to the edges
of it's brims
And I felt a stinging ping as an ache
Spread the crevice of my spine
And I thought 'is this it? is this the life I've instore?'
and as it turns out,it was it.
It is it.
I remember once lying on that cold kitchen floor
after getting home from school
worried about something or another,
biting my nails and dreaming a hundred million
Futures on the ceiling and wondering how they could ever
Not as polished as I'd like but oh well
i'm overwhelmed. overworked. under appreciated.
the work of people like her goes unnoticed. she feels as if everyone's under the spell of a lotus. all she wishes is that everyone could focus.
focus on the ups and the downs. the ins and the outs.
the work of people like her goes unnoticed.
i'm both mentally and emotionally drained. i dont know what to do anymore. my head hurts. all i want is to sleep forever.
I love you deeper than the ocean
And higher than the galaxies
But you need to trust me baby.
And lose your anxieties over me.
a heart is not a bone,
i suppose it can not be broken .
it's a muscle,
strained far beyond its proper use .
it does not work the same anymore,
i'd be surprised
if it wanted to work at all .
hazy pounding in my brain
waves, shoving the storm closer to my skin
my eyes on the muted desk
my eyes brimming with the rain
Less I am a fisherman
with patient gaze on
and more bait
heart on the hook
to cast away this
Spontaneous, shortpoem, short, poem, fisherman , trapped, hooked
fifty years ago
mankind took a giant leap.
time to learn flying
we can reach