Poems and mini stories

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[poetry-for-years]

Busy little mind

Looking for clarity amongst the words and voices running laps around my head,

take a keepsake get in line, can I get to sleep yet?

Weeks turn into months, turn into years and I’m still stuck with these ideas

Clogging up my brain, like hair in the drain

All I want is to go to sleep without the freight trains rumbling through

thoughts of the existential crisis run across the sea which caused this taboo

You think I talk to much, use a can opener and look inside my head

A disillusioned embodiment of an emotional blockage, thoughts to paper

Spill out down my arms onto the keyboard into the screen, HELP ME, HELP ME

I’ve just created more space inside my head, are we done yet?

I’ve come accustomed to this idea that I overthink

and over analyse

and over imagine

and over love

and overbear

and over explain

and over care

and over share

Do I? Do you? I do. It’s the words and voices running within my head that prevent me from reaching out to you, looking for clarity amongst the imagery inside my head, can I get to sleep yet?

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Fine line

It's easy floating on cloud nine

But there's another beggar, got his knife ready to cut the fine line

Between pain and love,

watching it all idle while praying to your Cupid above,

Who keeps shooting these arrows of love

fool don't act so cool,

My time is well bent, my money is well spent, your affliction is well spread across the seas

Bending trees, flying around like those bumble bees, forgive me please?

Just another arrow floating 'round as I reach up, it can't hold me down

I heard love is like the motion of the ocean but your token of devotion is like a locomotive with no motion

Heaven sent? Go and get bent.

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I know we have something special my dear

I know we felt something that was written so clear

I guess you just didn't hear me dear

I guess we had something special dear

You tore my world off the ground and helped me walk with my head in the clouds

I felt I was special my dear

I know you are special dear

You were ignorant to what you were doing, my stubborness held back my pride

There was something inside me brewing

It is love that I felt inside

For all the things we shared and all the things we didn't dare

I know how I feel about you dear

It's saying it out loud that I fear

I know we have something special my dear

please say we share something special dear

It's been weeks since I've seen you my dear

it's been months and your feelings for me aren't clear

Didn't you want something special dear? I know I want something special my dear.

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I'm so used to being alone that company feels lonely.

Chapter after chapter, please don't become another character.

I'm so used to being alone.

I come from the crowded home, often forgotten about left to change and now I'm the black sheep, but I don't need to shave.

I'm so used to being alone.

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The clouds have broken and heaven pours down its tears.

As the stampede of pegasus thunder above my head, the lightening God, thrashes his bolts to the ground, uttering nothing but a crashing sound.

My writers block stands still, as the cramp in my hand lacks further will to move.

Words don't remain unspoken because heaven and earth start to colide.

The introduction to worlds war commenced mass suicide and poverty is always begging at our door.

Movement vibrates through the floor as hells fire lick at my feet.

My lungs full of burnt flesh and sulphar.

His words are seen across the Australian plains. Burnt trees and charred remains. You can always start a new because as my fire destroys, your tears renew.

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Sonnets

Sonnet 4. The Dream I told you She loves me I love you She told me She caught me I held her She held me I smelled her She caressed my chest She kissed my neck I grasped her breast I gave her a peck I opened my eyes, yet Once I fully awoke, my sheets were all wet.

Sonnet 6: A flock of crows I followed you A long the pebbled path I watched you While you had your bath I smelled you From your bedroom window I heard you while you watched your TV show

I held you In my thoughts deep I touched you During your sleep

I dug the hole and buried you whole

Sonnet 10. The apple Oh you can be so delicious, So round and ripe. I could tell a story that is more serious Or even one that is mostly hype. But to do that, I would give you Something that might make you purr. It is just something to chew. Just do not slur. It is red and delicious. It is rounded and smooth. Try to be a bit more serious, What ails you will only soothe Just one bite, Yes, now you will sleep well for the rest of your life.

References

Primary text William Shakespeare, Sonnet 18 “Shall I compare thee to a summers day?” 1564-1616 Coral Reeve, Sonnet’s 1- 10. 2014 Secondary text Etymonline.com – used to describe what the actual word means, not using the dictionary meaning and the words origin. http://www.cs.cmu.edu/~spok/grimmtmp/042.txt – Grimm Brothers Snow White and the Seven dwarfs

[poetry-for-years]

Clever little miss

Laughing at the things that I honestly share,Almost hypnotic, if it was to be enticing my sun kissed skin drowning in perfume, again I just lifted my middle finger. The smile assisted with daggers for you, will carve a heart into the ice binding inside your chest, Forgive me no, forget me never. Ha, look at me I just wrote another poem, aint I clever?

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Writing is for losers

The rock wall proclaimed that paint is nothing but coloured mud.

The paper once read, "A pen is nothing more then a plastic tube full of ink, controlled by man".

The computer exclaimed that the keyboard is nothing but an advanced Type writer.

History became quiet. Apparently writing is for losers.

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Fling sling

It was never real.So it was something that i created out of spite for those around us. An imaginary life of pure bliss. when i stepped outside it was just a fling. nothing more. but you couldn’t even tell me that. i was had to believe you, to feel you, to want to know you. you were a lie. In fact you lied to keep me believing. it wasn’t real.

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Our son's in the cradle

Raging nightmares in all of our heads, you've woken up from yesterday and the weeks before contemplating your lifes end

Daddy when are you coming home?

Son, i don't know when.

Outrage and sadness doesn't even stretch to the contagious suicidal dreams you both had.

Even the man on the moon and the cats and the cradle, couldn't help you see that your kids will grow up just like you

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Que Sera Sera

Drips from the intravenous falling down like sand in an hour glass. Piling up like melted clocks. Desert colours forming outlines, silhouttes, people, life, cities. Relying on your brick walls to protect you from when I call. I don't like your rigid desert shape. It makes no sense. It's nonsense. It's ridiculously intense. Let me reach over, I'll have a quick look.

Just give me your book. I'll turn the pages with care, making sure that i don't spill the dust into the air. Remember what ever will be, will be. Que sera, sera.

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Timeline

You may not be pretty to someone, you are pretty to someone else You may not tug the heart strings of a desired love, you do fill the heart for whom that will love

You pull and you strain but the feelings remain, possibilities are endless, time is for ever countless.

You may not be desired by all, you are desired by some                                  You may not see it now but your future is what will be done.

You stop and you wait, everything still comes to late                               Countless possibilities over filling your plate

I may not have tugged at your heart strings, I may not have sat on your plate, I may not have come at all, I fear that I left the moment way to late.

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Happiness

The house phone light blinks on, off, on, off

The blind is bumped around by the slight breeze. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

My eyes open and I stretch. Yawn. Yawn. Yawn, Yawn.

I roll over in my hung over haze and I am happy to be alone. I am happy that I don't need anyone or you. I am happy that I am me, and know one else. I am happy I can feel things and destroy things.

I am me

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Big Nan

It never gets easier, just a different destination with similar alterations. Beeps, lights, final breaths. Life is important just as individual deaths. Who knows what those cherubs are actually saying. Whispers of the truths and hidden alleys, all intertwined into our lives. Love is what was wanted, and love is what was given. Kids, grandkids, great grandkids. They were blessed to have you. Memories, all individual, for me it was a weekly phone call. For you, it was a moment of belonging.

Love you Big Nan

30 September 2018

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Let me love you

Joining thoughts into reality. My souls combustion, leaving morality.

Another life unheard of in the depths of the rounded room. My tears and feelings haven't left, they always sit near you.

But my heart wonders why you wont let it just be you.

The truth of the paradox is simply as complex as the monster deep inside. Withering and burning with such passion. It also feels it. Even deeper than your own insides.

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Exxxs & Ohs

I'm consistently changing sides, 6 sided like a golden die

Flying notes, living the high life, ain't got nothing better than a life without you

Roll, roll, roll to the tap, tap, tap better watch out for my snake eyes.               This will end up with you chastised and my life will be bigger than the coke a cola franchise

Better home, better sleep, better sex, I'll just add you in with all of my Exx s and Ohhsss

10/12/2018

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Your love is loneliness

Dusty pages and dried ink

The feeling of ‘I’ve seen this before’

Just stop and let me think

FUCK OFF I said. I’m polite because you aren’t. You’re just sad, horribly sad. I’ve told you, I don’t care for you                                                                              I’ve told you, you have nothing to offer                                                                    I’ve told you, you are selfish.

And AGAIN, and AGAIN, and AGAIN

You continue to vortex your sad state onto me, like a torrent trying to pull me in. You work with self pity, trying to ensure I pity you enough to love you, even for just a little bit. I don’t love you.

Begrudgingly, I answer the phone after two missed calls. “What do you want?” You laugh like it’s a game. “ I just wanted to hear a friendly voice” Insert sad face and depressive tone. “Just let it be. Your loneliness lets you hold on, let yourself be free.”