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"humouring" poems
I have always loved you. I imagine us 30 years down the road. I am massaging your shoulders, relieving knots. Life gets me in knots too. I've put the kettle on I have my own key now so I come and go as I please like the old friend I've become. I feed your cat when you go away at weekends. Smelling your pillow Remembering you at 40. Your dressing table as I pictured it. I have my own family now but I met you 10 years before I met my wife. I rode the wave of your smile, came crashing down the day you announced you'd met someone, holding out for the real thing. For; I was just a boy, what could I deliver apart from newspapers and the odd dodgy innuendos? you laughed at tossing your hair. Humouring me but, Never letting on that you cared. I slip away every second night when the second hand rests between the 8 and the 9 and it is quarter to 10. I am on my way to see you. We play cards and toast a drink into midnight. Sometimes I reach for your delicately aged hand twiddling with your rings, knowing mine would have been the sparkly one. But not a patch on you. We lock eyes for around a minute, My throat is dry. Telepathically I tell you I have always loved you. Whether you are 45 or 75 I will always love you.
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Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 10:43 PM UTC
I Will Always Love You
we're a child then the world intimidating us so we became adult we're an adult then the world humouring us so we keep becoming adult the child is sleeping inside the child is sleeping inside
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Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 6:39 PM UTC
The World
Soft shelter I urge your preternatural brigades of perspective to ground my resignation in some hypothetical formation of inclined leisure If I'm treading mere chance in my hope then I urge you not to simply humour me with sly tomorrows assuring optimism in the brittle molts of days shrinking to reveal solar aspirations I'll turn my back to the broken weather like a naked sibling There is nothing humourous in humouring though I've taken it in self-destructive perpetuity Tie me to the rack of realism like Odysseus before the Sirens I'll sigh and swallow yet another new medication one for soft shelter in compounded sleep where perspectives hide and the chemicals of moods long dismantled congregate behind blindfolds of destiny's clumsy executioners
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May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 10:40 PM UTC
THROUGH WITH KEEPING SCORE
Awake in the night and who to call? The one owl watches my soul. It knows silence Like I know words it knows smiling humouring my slurs Shoo it off I may With my five fingertips A stretched hand once open, now stands. Denial is funny the river that never lies slowly eroding, quietly painfully clarifies. Lifetimes and lifetimes the truth floats by caressing that simple answer over the lids of my eyes. Open them I mustn't refusing so much to see Once the water rushes in there will be nothing left of me.
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Nov 17, 2012
Nov 17, 2012 at 9:39 AM UTC
Bitter Sweet Truths
Blood dripping from these fresh cuts. Laying next to me the knife responsible for this heinous act. Only suicidal thoughts run through my mind. Oozing blood trickles steadily towards the floor. Desperation to end my life seen in my eyes. Devastating pain I feel as I pull the knife down my arm again. Reminiscing the past as I lay in a pool of blood. Evil pumping through my veins. Neglecting the choice to live my life. Choosing suicide over living a life of pain. Humouring myself as I laugh at my cuts. Enduring the sacrifices I am making. Difficult times of my life ending this very night. Knives and blades sticking out from my skin. No remorse I will for taking my life. Infectious thought running wild with my emotions. Fighting these demons in life ends now. Ending my life with suicide as I slit my throat.
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Feb 27, 2011
Feb 27, 2011 at 8:36 PM UTC
Blood Drenched Knife
This old heart of mine is a veritable mine of experiences: joy, sorrow and raw passion compassion on some occasion This old heart of mine has served me true and faithful humouring my every mood with percussion sublime and varied: slow and dignified beats for prayer and devotion fast and furious when I must flee some terror joyful and expectant when she passed by chaotic and bewildered when I'm discarded This old heart of mine has seen me through times hard and easy I begin to take her for granted Though there's a price to pay For, certainly, one of these days she'll beat no more
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Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 9:06 AM UTC
Beats of My Heart
There's an question in my head The answer is always whispered back Always no Love is consistency Knowing what's right And settling for nothing less Not giving up Not humouring a fallacy Or cradling a lie It's a battle always But the other side of love is never the same A state of constant change And when it's at its weakest Is when love can then take over
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Jul 23, 2016
Jul 23, 2016 at 8:43 AM UTC
Tired
She was always humouring me to prevent trouble without humour perhaps the world may be burnt out.
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Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 3:06 AM UTC
Humour
I am female I keep boys under my skin they think they think they’re right deep under my skin but my skin is deeper than the fault lines that carry love waves and I like it that way - You know me, you love me you care for me sometimes - I do too, humouring those that are lost in my flesh now swimming in my blood stream tunnelling through my veins when really I just want to rip apart yours
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Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 2:46 PM UTC
I am female
You destroyed me with one simple look Eyes collide and the universe empties itself out Floating in ether with stare unblinking Who will back out first I wonder The game we play is a dangerous one You make the rules and I move along Addicted to you I follow blindly Into this dangerous path you trace for me I wonder how you knew That humouring me would be the way in And I cannot get you out I cannot push you away From the little nest in my heart where you stay Planning your way in Deeper and deeper in The lights are blinking furiously Sending alarms across my body But I am tuned to you I don't want to hear The alarm ringing I'm addicted, I fear Do not trick me into loving you You know I'll be hurt if you do Take that chance and jump aboard On the crazy train we ride abroad In a country where I am no longer afraid To say the words that hurt me before Give me faith Don't let me down I don't know if I can handle Being left again this time around
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Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 3:41 PM UTC
Crazy train