Poems of a floating anchor

This account is primarily a poetry account and I will regularly post poems that will be mostly short to medium length. Hope you like them. A lot of stuff here makes me cringe but I try not to delete older stuff just cause I might like it again at some point, so don’t judge me if something makes you cringe cause I’m probably cringing too!

[theliverpoolfclibertines]

El Chino Recoba and the late great Dylan Thomas

Five glasses of whisky and the world is young with health

The memories compact beneath’t

into a sedimentary coastal shelf

Portalbot’s candle glows all across the bay

500 lights refract a thousand tears ere the dusk of day

10 glasses of whiskey

and the night looms dark and long

1000 paths and winding roads

999 ways to go wrong

15 glasses of whiskey

One I’ll mix with gin

The dawns gloam illuminates

The night that grows within

20 glasses of whiskey

I’m ripe to fall in love

I’m immune to the radiation

Of the malevolent sun above

25 glasses of whiskey

That’s the record I’m sure

Time to collapse in sunbeams

And view colours never seen before

[theliverpoolfclibertines]

The Alchemist

The alchemist

Stumbling through the mercury mist

His intelligent eyes across the lawn

See the sun to rise

and night to fall

The alchemist

Checking off the poisons from his

gilded list

In the waiting room

He was drawn to implore

That we should not his sickness endure

The saintly sight of Jesus dressed in white

The image from his fathers not to be criticised

Anymore

It’s best to be safe if you can’t be sure

that God isn’t hiding behind deaths door

The alchemist

Spinning spells from the mercury mist

He swam out too far

Towards the end of the sea

His waving hand last

seen from the beach

[theliverpoolfclibertines]

All I’m seeing is two goats living their best life😊

[theliverpoolfclibertines]

6. Latin Catholicism and the feeling that you deserve to die.

I’ve been wasteful most every day of my life,

I’ve been a drinker and a stoner,

it’s even more shameful to say I’ve found all of it very difficult.

I feel a weight off my shoulders when I work:

converting a dirty plate into a clean one,

digging a hole in the ground to plant tulips,

moving a crate of books into the library,

folding t-shirts and sorting them into sizes.

All these things give me the feeling it’s worth the pain to live,

that I’m a member of the human race.

Pain also makes me feel good

it’s sharp honest and deserved.

Like a feeling, a sense,

a purgatory which I can sleep in for days.

The truth is I’m a bad person

but I want to be good.

[theliverpoolfclibertines]

Song for my death

Just you and me and me and you

And this tv and living room

That’s adrift in space out on it’s own

Flying towards the end of the world

I know what it’s worth to have

A spaceship under my command

But we’re socialist astronauts in our souls

So we share the remote control

I am dying slowly but you’re with me

Would you like a cup of tea

I don’t mind dying so long as

I have life left you can share with me

I won’t touch you you won’t touch me

Telepathic chemistry

We reproduce asexually

We let our muscles fall asleep

It doesn’t matter to me

It doesn’t matter to me

I cut myself but I don’t bleed

There’s no end of tv

And thankfully

There will be an end for me someday

[theliverpoolfclibertines]

My most ironic life experience ever was going in for an ADHD assessment which got so derailed and distracted by other issues that I left with a diagnosis for OCD…

[theliverpoolfclibertines]

People finding kids writing poetry cringe and people not being able to recognise the possibility of democratic socialist revolution are two phenomena I see as directly linked. Thinking of Carl Barât as I say this.

[dominiks]

"thank you for your support" 🫶🏽❤️

[theliverpoolfclibertines]

Something about this man only learning one English phrase and that phrase being “thanks to all my fans” is delightful. (He’s clearly google translated “gracias afición”)

[theliverpoolfclibertines]

Insomniac

There’s no milky haze in the aftermath.

No Opiate fantasy occurs.

You are as lucid as you ever were.

As unfair as it seems,

reality will never live up to your hospital bed daydream.

Dreams of IV lines and machines rock you to sleep

In a purer way than melotinin

and CBD.

The most beautiful face you ever saw,

Belonged to a digital clock that lit the room just enough

to see nothing else at all.

There’s a problem with drugs:

They don’t ever work the way you hoped they would.

They make your mind do all the legwork rather than holding you still in the way that you thought they should.

In a way its like love,

No person will ever be what you had in mind.

You have to do all the legwork yourself if you want to feel love for someone else.

Imagine floating peacefully in an ocean and then go to the beach and do it for real,

you’ll see what I mean,

reality never gets these things right.

[theliverpoolfclibertines]

To highlight how illogical homophobia is, I can say from personal experience with homophobia that it’s very inconsistent. I once lived with a guy who was homophobic but not biphobic. It was at university and I lived in a bunch of different places with strangers including this one guy who was a very macho Argentinian dude. We initially got on quite well as we shared Latino heritage (I’m Uruguayan) so one time while we were out having some drinks I dropped the bomb that I was bisexual. I asked him if that was cool with him and he said “yeah, so long as you like girls too man, otherwise it’s weird”. I was confused. A few months later I was talking about how a guy at uni had called me the f-slur and he got visibly upset on my behalf and expressed anger at the person who called me that. He said it would’ve been okay if I only liked guys, but as I’m bisexual I should never have been insulted that way. It was a bizarre experience and I’m glad I don’t live with him anymore but I think it’s very telling about the nature of homophobia, he felt that without having an attraction to women in common he couldn’t connect with me as a man which is really quite disturbing. He was mostly supportive of me being bisexual, me being with guys didn’t seem to upset him, he just felt this deep alienation with gay men who aren’t interested in women. I think what this really taught me is if people find something in common with someone they can overcome the hatred they were taught growing up, because I liked girls he felt he could understand me so he accepted me being bi. Hopefully he finds something in common with a gay guy one day and stops being homophobic. I tried to have this conversation with him but he wasn’t really ready and basically told me we could agree to disagree which basically ended our friendship from my perspective. Anyway, that’s my pride month story time ramble.

[butchniqabi]

i looked at queeringthemap today and had a good cry but these especially touched me

[g1asseyes]

[december-rains]

yeah.

[theliverpoolfclibertines]

comrades and lovers around the world xxx

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Last bus from Cardiff

Swimming in the oxytocin

replacing my thoughts with motion

Who are you when I wake up?

Do I want to fall in love?

I can’t hold a conversation

You’ll see me to my destination

That’s enough

On the night boat to neverwhere,

I spy a sea of headlights,

a stadium on a headland.

The blue glitter around your eyes,

Green green and brown and black.

So pretty and lips so soft,

I think I might not want to wake up

from this

Raining sand in the hourglass,

running out softly,

A new stadium,

A different river shines with moonlight shivers.

Slowing to a stop,

walking off and going home

[theliverpoolfclibertines]

in a jar

He’s a pretty flower in a vase on your desk,

not in the way while you work,

but there for when you take a break,

and you just want a little smile.

Except no flower was ever like he-

with all the warmth of a cup of tea,

and a face that isn’t naive but still chose to be

whatever form would make you the most happy.

Easy to forget he is there, even though he is always available,

as if he has no world beyond being free for you,

he is happy to give up anything for you,

and that is what makes the scene so sad,

as with no life at all he is as content as he could ever be,

just to adore you and try his best to be whatever you would be happy to see.

[theliverpoolfclibertines]

Bad good dreams

Was it love or fame or money that caused sleep to make me smile

Then miss something I’ve never had when waking up to my life

Today the same as yesterday morning, endorphins tricked me

Into carrying around the weight of waking up from better dreams

[theliverpoolfclibertines]

Fairy lights

He woke up and he saw the lights

Even though he was half deaf dumb and blind

He hugged the blanket that held him close

In his heart it was that girl

Or someone along those lines

He didn’t really mind

He pulled out a toy gun and wondered what he’d train it on

Perhaps a shadow on the wall

He looked around for someone there to tell him no

Someone there to tell him where all this love and hate should go

I think we’re alone

I think we’re alone

The music playing is so magic like the windows in the rain

Staggering spills, stained his bed again

The stars are spinning above his head tonight

Turning into angels and back into fairy lights

His mind awakes falling into another dream

The trance of fantasy that makes you dance or make you scream

Swearing at the mirror, then winking at the door

Fall back into bed and then lay laughing on the floor

I think we’re alone

I think we’re alone

I think we’re alone

I think we’re alone

His throat is starting to burn and his hands can’t seem to grip

The bottle comes too fast and cuts his upper lip

His life is all around him and now it seems warm instead of cold

Easier to ignore that he’s sick and so alone

Dancing on his own because that’s what he drank to do

The room is alight with the magic of his youth

Outside The Friday sounds of boys and girls shouting in the rain

Hardly seep through the glass to cause him pain

I think he’s alone

I think he’s alone

I think he’s alone

I think he’s alone

[theliverpoolfclibertines]

Young Love

She hates you,

try not to take it personally,

she hates everything, just like you,

she can’t stand your personality.

She likes you

try not to take it personally,

you hate everything just like her,

so You can be held on to.

she has a great personality,

She’s in a hurricane and you’re sunshine,

you’re a tweeted thoughts and prayers,

useless,

mechanically processed,

She has to be honest, you have to lie,

and tell her everything will be alright

Because she’s always lived off of a false promise,

And you don’t want her to die.

[theliverpoolfclibertines]

His eyes track her out of the room with lazy contempt and desire,

His truth is ugly enough to make him a liar,

The misconception of kinship hangs tense in the air,

A damp fuel that will fail to even imitate fire