I’m getting a little out of breath
Finding these words for this marathon
I think I’m a little out of my depth
Can I keep going on?
Let’s see if I can think of a rhyme
From the top of my head
Hit it
This is my time
Cymbals
Crushing that lime?
Being hydrated is my favourite pastime!
Are you ready for this ragtime
Premonition in song of a good night
Who says I can’t be a one man band
I’ve got it all in my sights!
Look at me man
Drowning in this
What the fuck it is
I don’t know
I’m writing for NaPoWriMo!
writing
The mechanics of feelings
Feelings don’t abide by the ticking of the clock
they don’t align with our linear concept of time
There is no cross on any date
You can mark on the calendar
For when the heartbreak
Has lingered on too late
It’ll stay for as long as it takes
All you can do is ride the waves
As it rises and wanes
Disappears and comes back again
Grinding your gears
Cranking your levers
The mechanics of feelings
Are much too misunderstood
All trying to feel things
We’re not ready for
You can’t put your brain
In a sling
Hope it’ll fix it
by the first day or spring
The notches upon our days
Care none for what you feel
Or if you have or haven’t healed
It just goes on
Each revelation revealed
Solutions found and concealed
And like a water mill
We keep turning and churning
We’re powerhouses
Furnaces
Hidden behind irises
Noise pollution
There is no target
Marching aimless
We sold our souls for individuality
Only to become faceless
And everyone is drawing their guns
Angling for all that is wrong
thinking they’re right
While they flap their gums
Talking utter shite
About things they know none
And the world carries on
Indifferent to this war
Waged with words instead of swords
You might think that’s an improvement
But the wounds aren’t healing this time around
And a hangman’s noose is what brings these soldiers six feet underground
And these words right here are a symptom
Are you the underdog or the villain?
And if you don’t see what’s wrong with that question
You don’t understand what I’m saying
But this poem is part of the equation
So I’m just as guilty as you
I guess we’re all human
I guess I don’t have a solution
I’m just biding my time
A part of this noise pollution
Dancing phantoms
Dancing phantoms
Dressed in rags and blood
Travelled the seas
To eternity
Where our nightmares plucked
us from childhood
Cigarettes
It’s the 10th day of NaPoWriMo and creatively I’m a little constipated. I’ve managed to squeeze this out, though I’m unsure of it.
Cigarettes burn
Indifferent to your lungs
Memories scattered
As ashes
On the cusp
But never becoming
Anything recalled
Volkswagen van
I want a Volkswagen van
So I can be the travelling man
Pretending to be Jesus
Fronting a one man band
Playing harmonica
With a guitar
Cymbals strapped to my knees
Making it look like a breeze
Playing in all different keys
Please
Don’t blow
Down my house of cards
I’ve worked so hard
To try and become a man of ease
Let me have just this one
Please?
I’m a prisoner
I’m a prisoner of ghosts
A host to tea parties
Where they haunt the table
Pouring water till it spills
Another soul to kill
Shoelaces
Don’t become tangled
Like your shoelace
There is no need for haste
Always bracing ourselves
For the crash at the end of the race
Don’t chase that which runs away
There are no forks in the road
If you choose a different way
Internal scream
Bubbling to the brink
Cracking to the sound
Of my lips creak
Devouring dinner
With a familiar longing
for something more substantial
In retrospect
Realising
I am my own downfall
Surrendering to my own shock
Shattering my reflection
With my internal scream
Bile
I kiss shame
As the bile rises up
Placing primal urges
Back out of reach
In the hopes I won’t follow
Back to these baser instincts
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