hit the road Jack
and don't you come back
no more no more no more no more
walking like a blind man
who lost his dog
hit the road Jack?
don't worry
I don't want to come back
how could I
this wasn't love
it was necessity
It was survival
and it was rightfully wrong
Don't worry about seeing me
ever again
the road is the only mistress I need
the dust on the cuffs of my jeans
tell my story
far better than any poem I pen
any song you create
So I'll hit the road
but with a love tap
never to come back
no more no more no more no more

I can't write.
My fingers, thin, hoover above the keybord, a yellow bug irritating me when it collides with the light bulb
and my eyes, irritated as they are, and the tv in the background because it always is because I am not looking -

thus the situation being, and me in the middle of it, and no other noise except tv, bug, typing and - eventually, my own blood rushing-

and nothing comes from nothing, or so they say, and still no great lines on the page.

I will have to revise this and see what can I change, for next time.
The bug is gone.

My head is filled
and to the same degree
                 so is my heart
with nonsense
                with nothing that
                         from nothing comes
with memory
and irresistibly
this draws me in-

Silently collected words
              and shadows of their universe
drew nearer-

In silence their exploding hearts
         come floating by
                 and inky melodies
come streching-

until they reach
                                my skin.

She sits on the pavement
And nobody knows
That all she needs is to let it go
So as people pass by
See the tears in her eyes
They will never know why they flowed

She cried for herself and the love she’s missed out on
She cried for the night when the clouds hid the moon
She cried for her innocence lost in the battle of life
And the soldiers who can’t clean their wounds

Now the tears fall heavier
As she’s drenched in thought
Who cries for the ones that the world forgot?

She cried for the love that’s been drained from the world
She cried for the times she’s been blinded
She cried for the little things that won’t be remembered
And the decisions that won’t be decided

Can the world not see what’s happening?
The terrors that are haunting the night?
Does the world not want to see peace again?
Why do we continue the fight?

She cried for the wars that’ll never be over
She cried for the child who’s heart lost its light
She cried for the forgotten four-leaf clover
And the people who’ve lost faith in life

Her heart has been severed
Sliced by the world’s sorrows
Now who thinks themselves lucky
To see the darkened tomorrow?

She cried for the times she’d ran and not walked
She cried for those who can’t dance in the rain
She cried for the leaders who just couldn’t talk
And the stars that won’t be seen again

Now the light becomes dim as she closes her eyes
All the tears she’s cried, the forgotten lies
Maybe one day we can all cut these ties
Maybe one day, together we’ll cry.

Our story
Still being told
It's like backwards and forwards
Then forwards and backwards

Memories in the wind
Hair whipped around on a swing
Backwards and forwards
Then forwards and backwards

You saying yes
Me saying no
Backwards and forwards
Then forwards and backwards

Sneaking into your room
First kiss of harmony
Backwards and forwards
Then forwards and backwards

Miscommunication
Broken hearts and yelling
Backwards and forwards
Then forwards and backwards

Three months
Distance and silent agony
Backwards and forwards
Then forwards and backwards

Apologies
Finally alive, breathing
Backwards and forwards
Then forwards and backwards

Inseparable
Those three words spoken
Backwards and forwards
Then forwards and backwards

Perfection too strong
Second guessing commitment
Backwards and forwards
Then forwards and backwards

But I will take you
However you come to me
Backwards and forwards
Then forwards and backwards

True love felt
Never dies, it's forever
Backwards and forwards
Then forwards and backwards

I will always wait
Your heart is worth it
Backwards and forwards
Then forwards and backwards

Because there is no one else
Who knows me, loves me
Backwards and forwards
Then forwards and backwards

Like you.

"Did you ever think
that maybe you have a problem?"
no
never
they aren't actually problems
if you can't see them right?
but so what if I did?
who doesn't?
my problems are  jars
filled with pennies
sitting forgotten on a shelf
without them
I would be without me
with one hand they break me
only to put me back together
but I'm never what I was
something new missing each time
always changing
eroded by waves of white fury
grinding me down
to dust
My problem
is that I have no problem
with my problems