Play That Old LP

Just fall, break down in my arms
break down the walls that guard your heart
and leave you distant
You don’t know how much I’ve missed you
We’ve both changed and I’m insistent
you give me one more chance

Been a while since we split now, when you were thinking we were right this is it now. I guess I caught you off guard because I wouldn’t commit and yeah I guess you fell hard because I treated you shit. I know I don’t deserve another shot at us, still I’m clinging to this hope that I’ve got of us.

[Just found this, undated but it’s within the last five years or so (because I consciously changed how I wrote the letter a around then and because of the subject matter) and seemingly half-finished. Feel free to suggest how it should continue if you want]

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Once

Once I heard Heaven. Not as peaceful as I expected, at first I struggled to hear any one voice.

They talked slowly, and each voice grew in volume before fading away, as if floating lazily past. Many sang in foreign tongues. One line I understood, sung by a woman, lasted five minutes.

“Oh to be where the grass is greener…”

The first word took up half that time, drawn out in wistfulness. There were no harps, but I heard a steel drum. People ask how I knew it was Heaven. I say I’d heard my father calling, they smile sadly.

[100 words]

Some roughly-9-year-old poem

[Is that heading hyphenated correctly?]

[I just dug this out of an old writing folder. Believe it dates back to April 2009, so I was 18 and angsty. And apparently loved dropping the g at the end of ‘ing’ words.]

Tear me apart
I’ll love til it kills me
You’re out of control
But the journey it thrills me

Waitin for you waitin for two but I’m one
out on my own, all alone why don’t you come
Could it be something wrong you got held up
Text that comes thru ‘Where are you?’ ‘I just forgot’

Hate it tonight but wait for the high

Give me that look and I’m comin over
Feel such a rush as we’re movin closer
beyond you and I this world counts for nothin
And when you’re mine my life could be somethin

Give it your all but watch for the fall

You’ll Regret This If You Remember Me

[10 points to Gryffindor if you can tell me what band I’m imitating here]

These tears froze from your cold shoulder
And we’re just getting by, just getting older
I’d give an arm to take you home
But I need my wrists for when I’m alone
And as the night and my thoughts grow darker, we just grow bolder

So I will stay with you like scars on skin
And let them all remind you of a time you let me in
You took my breath and you took my best
Lying through my teeth with your head on my chest
And thinking that for heaven we enjoyed a lot of sin

So life’s a joke – it’s on me
Show me parts of you that they can’t see
Life’s a joke and it gets me down
Drive me somewhere out of town
And we’ll curse at the sky
and we’ll feel so alive

Eating alone as the class files in
Knowing I won’t be your chain again
Sat at the back thinking how I messed up
And it’s Saturday night and I’m all out of luck

The phone lies in silence and I lie to myself
The phone lies in silence and we lie with words
News is you’re mine and haven’t you heard
These dreams keep me high and the lows keep me singing
It’s Saturday night and it’s my phone you’re ringing

Take me driving out of town
And we’ll curse at the sky
and we’ll feel so alive…

 

 

Dream Lessons: #24 – The Coast is Clear

#24

When you’re being stalked by blind aliens with incredible hearing (a la thriller A Quiet Place, which I’m looking forward to seeing soon), perhaps they just want to buy a coaster from you (the blue one with the bricks) instead of/as well as killing you.

[It was also fun when the aliens were, at various points in the dream, adorable puppies and my mate Callum.]

victory-poem-image

Victory [Get a postcard from me!]

[I’m just experimenting to see what I can get away with writing here…

Comment with the other piece on this blog that this is a rewriting of, and I’ll send you a postcard. Cos why not]

Victory

The rising sun ironic,

Illuminating death.

A battle bathed in sunlight,

Our hero lives with nothing left.
All around him friends lay still,

Ne’er to breathe again.

Battered bodies lined the hill

Broken brothers met their end.

 

He gathers their possessions,

The trinkets for the wives back home,

Who scream as he approaches

His presence news – he walks alone.

 

Now night-time sees him screaming,

As he lies awake in bed.

For friends he lost and men he killed,

Swim endlessly around his head.

 

A tortured soul, a plague of mind,

Glance to the shadows – what to find?

Losing faith and losing time,

The reaper creeping close behind.

 

An emptiness that swallowed all,

Crept slowly through his veins.

Bleak futile obsolescence,

That would drive a man insane

And losing incandescence, life:

The oft-extinguished flame.

 

[We’ll work out a way for me to subtly get your address don’t worry]

Options

‘A nice problem to have’
1
‘A selection headache’
2
Pure fancy at this stage
3
too soon
to know
and yet
we can’t
but imagine

Each one
comes to us
in mind, where we’re free
to choose, and swap, for:
no harm can come
no hurt wrought
from idle musings
on so many people
we could or could not
love

 

[just found this in my drafts.—it’s a few years old, and definitely not about anyone]