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Saturday, 14 June 2014

Fucking (I hope you're over soon)

(written: first days of May, sometime)

Fucking May and fucking June
I hope you're over soon
Hope you won't last, the world is vast
I hope you're ending soon

Fucking day and fucking moon
I hope you work your magic
To make this land suffice and grand
Advice the hand that makes it tragic

Fuck, the light, and oh, the night
Please help us lift our sorrows
For a great cause with great applause
We send our troubles to good morrows

Tuesday, 10 June 2014

A Ballad

Tell me something I don't know
And I will tell you too
And this is how our life will go
A life wrapped 'round us two

And all the things I'll try to learn
In daylight and at night
Some I'll learn true, some I'll learn pure
But I'll have learned you right

Monday, 8 April 2013

NaPoWriMo Day8

I know exactly what I want
And what I want is simple
And distant. And it hurts.

All I really want is a small house by the sea
Where I picture him and picture me.

I turn the music on
but he hates my favourite song
he throws rocks at my direction
and my hair is full of sand instead of flowers
But I will cook the petals, make dessert
Because he likes it better
And I will play the songs I wrote
Because he likes it most.

I hope poetic speech will make up for the cheesiness I've locked inside me
I hope he'll like it more than most,
because he holds the key.

So why am I not stuck with him
At the small house by the sea
Fishing seaweed. Weed is good
But he hates sushi.

So he'll dive into the sea
And I'll feed on things he hates
Braid my sandy hair with tears
Practice clumpsy guitar moves
And when he's back it will be dark
Our favourite time of day
And the rain will keep us moist
And we'll bloom

So why am I not stuck with him?

Wednesday, 3 April 2013

Monday, 1 April 2013

NaPoWriMo Day1

I stretch my fingers towards your silly face
But I am drunker than I thought to hold my place
And if you pulled me up and held my nose
I would be glad to suffocate the way I chose

But I will name my life adverse and run away
Because I hate to risk more than I wish to stay
Just like I like to speak more than I like to hear
And this will be the tale of how you disappear