Wednesday, 28 March 2018

scribbles no.2 - a post for the couple at the train station

I saw a couple at a train station a little while ago, this girl really didn't want her boyfriend to leave. And I'm not sure why, but I wrote a slightly melodramatic and messy poem about them, this is it.


Half
Swimming through waves of white and navy blue
Of an arm and a leg and a hand or two
The whens and wheres and whos don’t matter anymore
It’s just her and him and the bedroom floor


Constellations in the night sky and on salty skin
Trying her absolute hardest not to say what’s really within
She lets the silence run over them
Wondering what on earth she’d be


Without him


It’s as if there’s a before and after now
Yet still all people ask her is how
Absent mindedly she replies
How? Surely you do not mean how, you mean why


The how is simple the why is not
The how was over a coffee and a tea pot
The why is a cocktail of addiction, of validation
Of an all consuming fear of what she’d be alone at the station


Without him


Bags in hand, ten toes touching the yellow line
Arms intertwined, reassuring wafts of lavender and pine
He whispers, babe I’m sorry I have to go
She cries and cries, please please no


Bags on the ground, the train whizzes by
Fingers interlocked, a sad heavy sigh
If she’d known it could’ve hurt this much
Would she have ever met his touch


But on that fateful summer’s day, she did
Years melted into history, no longer just a kid
Was it just static or a literal spark?
It would be the first flicker to light up the dark


Cut her open and on her heart, you will find his name
Written hopefully at first, now burned in all the same
Intoxicated and lost in a maze of her own creation
He is her friend, her love, her home, her nation


Whimpering softly she asks him to turn on the light
Crushed and crippled, it takes all his might
Shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand
He knows it’s time for him, her, them to stand


Let go and look to the sky, look beyond the sun
A human can be a star, a mouth can be a gun
He fires his final bullet, gentle but tough

Without me, you are you and that is more than enough

Tuesday, 13 March 2018

scribbles no.1 - one for my little sister



Below is a scribble I did for my little sister, Annie. I'm not sure if it qualifies as a poem, and I'm definitely not a poet but I like scribbling things down from time to time, so here's one of them. Maybe I'll post more of them in the future. For now, here's looking at you kid!

Listen

Honey listen it’s all going to be just fine
Please don’t worry too much about staying in line
Things like these take time
Miley was right, life’s a climb

Darling listen tomorrow will come
It’s okay that today was horribly hum-drum
The sun will set and the moon will rise
And you’ll try again when you open your eyes

Pumpkin listen they aren’t real
Computers have made their legs long, their eyes teal
Your heart is golden, your mind magnificent
Your body is not your only talent

Sweetpea listen you’re not alone
Call me, call a friend, pick up the phone
Your brain spins webs of fiction
It’s okay to not be okay, say it with conviction

Sister listen it’s me
I’ve been here since you were one, two, three
And I’ll be here for as long as I can
It’s you & me, and it’s a great adventure, that’s my plan