Hopeless Musing #33

Negotiations.

 

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NEGOTIATIONS.

Is life just a series of negotiations?

Swapping pain for a different type,

Sacrificing things that shouldn’t be,

 

For the sake of everyone else?

Hopeless Musing #32

Afterthought.

 

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AFTERTHOUGHT.

I keep waiting for your call.

I was hoping you wouldn’t forget me today.

Why is it that you make me feel so loved, and so alone, all at once?

But now it’s nearing midnight… have you forgotten me? I wonder when you’ll remember me.  Even as an afterthought.

That would be enough.

 

But perhaps it is simply me, who is not enough.

Closer Than We Think.

A poem.

 

glares, scares, stares

holding wrists too tight

pushing, hating, shoving

too big to fight.

 

chairs crashing and screens cracking

dinner plates slammed to the sink

doors locked shut and knelt behind –

 

violence is closer than we think.

 

 

Hopeless Musing #31

What Now.

 

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WHAT NOW.

Every time I see you, I fall in love with you all over again.

I try and push you into my pockets, where I shove my hands – scared they will betray me and hold yours – snatch them right up off the table where they sit.

But these pockets are never deep enough and haven’t the room to keep the stuff I shove in them and I keep trying to breathe but…

what now?

I Wonder.

A poem.

 

blink and you’ll miss it

life is gone quicker than it comes

i wonder what is in store for us

 

when we open our eyes again.

Hopeless Musing #30

Light.

 

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LIGHT.

Some people turn our hearts to fire, and others turn them to ice.

But it doesn’t matter how long it’s been since I saw you last, your presence is like light. As soon as I see you, my problems melt away, burned by a fire that could never die.

There aren’t enough good words in the English language to describe how much I care about you.

But every day you walk this Earth, means I continue to walk it too.

Hopeless Musing #29

Trampled.

 

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TRAMPLED.

Roses litter the footpath, curling up as if in agony where they’ve been trampled by passers-by. Their petals are brown at the edges, cut and bruised and betrayed, cut loose from the place they once flourished.

Where does the circle of life start and end?

When do these roses find their way back to the ground, to the soil, and give life to something new, if not by being trampled?

Why do we see them as broken and useless, when they are valuable forever?

Hopeless Musing #28

Losing Time.

 

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LOSING TIME.

One minute I’m here, the next minute I’m there. Except from this minute to the next, has thirty more in between that I can’t recall.

I lose time from time to time, when I don’t think I do at all. Sometimes it’s minutes, other times it’s months. Sometimes I remember, sometimes I do not.

Depending who I am, depends on where I am. Depending on who appears, depends on what I know. Depending on who comes out to play, depends on how I act.

I never used to think about it, until I had to think about it. When I realized the different ‘parts’ of me know different parts of me. 

Hopeless Musing #27

Letters.

 

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LETTERS.

Sometimes I wish I could throw my phone away – in an age so hung up on technology, how lovely it would be to send letters to you.

Writing my feelings was always so much easier than saying them, but when they’re stuck on a screen, they don’t feel as real. They become just another another status update, another tweet, another instant message… another meaningless, emotionless stamp in time. Just one button-click away from each other.

But there’s something so much more authentic, when the words on the paper have traveled miles, days and across continents, just to reach you.

I miss handwriting, I miss ink smudges and tear drops and accidental errors, scrubbed out and re-written.

I miss unfolding and folding beloved letters, reading and re-reading, until the paper grew worn and felt like velvet at the folds. I miss seeing the letters and words on pages ripped from books and notepads, that weren’t perfectly typed, but written, scrawled and scarred – imperfectly perfect – a story in a story.

But mostly, I just miss feeling something real.

 

 

Hopeless Musing #26

Stardust.

 

 

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STARDUST.

I told the stars about you.

But they already knew who you were.

You shine brighter than the rest ever did, simply by existing.

And yet, they still love you, just as much as I.

 

It’s hard not to love someone made of stardust.