Goodbye summer, see you next year Long ribbons of clouds float towards the horizon As rain falls carelessly from raging sky Broken in pieces by lightning That’s the place where all the tall people reside In the tallest of buildings I had been crying all morning and now I’m at the end of tears Our late nights are beginning to tell on my mornings We will never be the same, you and I Our love is less certain Than the…
It’s days like this that really get to you Make you feel like the bandaid was ripped off While you were looking the other way Trying to cross the street on the highway Risking your life stupidly, just like any other decision You seem to make nowadays; It’s not half bad that you’ve given up smoking But it is terrible you now indulge in things That can kill you much quicked It’s days like this, when sky is like iron…
Babe just launched her memoirs and she Is only twenty years old Her generation lives at turbo speed They burn years like candles She stood so full of confidence, like the Hyperion The tallest tree in the world Facing the frantic audience, reading the opening chapter With her soft, glossy smile and tears glistened Prettily in her auburn brown eyes The applause sounded like rain falling on the roof Of our house, back in the country were she was born…
I woke up in the middle of the night Dreams about you can feel as unsettling As the most terrible nightmares Do know that I dread dreaming About your fearless smile And flirty eyes As much as I’m afraid of gigantic spiders crawling Up my skin But I can’t help it, can I? I close my eyes and I see you Rising out of an emerald water, alive and laughing in the spray A diminished moon lays against my window…
My best friend is such a talented painter He only paints with shades of blue He lost his wife to true love and french toast About five years ago and since then became utterly Uninterested with family life, but he is still a true believer; He believes his life is not defined by tragedy, Even though tragedy always hovered At its borders Patiently waiting to soil his paintings with black Instead of blue Image @ unsplash
I’ll never cease to feel extremely sorry For all the sorrows I didn’t relish in Bathing in pain and navigating tragedy Means of being alive and young and strong enough To leave them behind if not learning from each one of them So here I am, I promise to enjoy all the tears To savour all the screams, to nurture all the wounds And I’ll leave it for tomorrow to say hi to God for you Amen. Image@ unsplash
I went to see my favourite band just the other day Hearing their tunes felt as heartbreaking as it did back in 2014 Only this time around I felt removed from my friends and slightly anxious, Having had abandoned my small family for a few hours I leaned against a crooked tree and let myself be soothed By the electric guitar and Turner’s banging voice The air was so teasy with youth and organic smoke, my eyes watered, Lightning cut…
I once fell in love with a fantasy of a woman But she failed to live up to the expectations The fantasy had long black hair, sleek like liquor Streaming back in the wind each time she rode the motorcycle And her demure legs were showing above knee high boots Whilst the real version rode the bicycle everywhere Had her hair up in a ponytail, sweaty strands Stuck to her forehead We eventually split up Turns out she wanted someone…