I haven't written good poetry in a while. I haven't had that simultaneous flow of thought and tap of keyboard for a long time now. I didn't sit here and make up my mind to write. It just happened.
I put on music as I always do. I opened a word doc quite by mistake and typed out the words of the song as they rang in my ears. Just the first line. The rest came tumbling out as if it had been wrapped up in me for too long.
Dave Mathews Band helped with the first one.
Come crash into me
Make me feel alive again
Give this limp body some energy
Even some pain.
I’m the king of the castle
Best at all I do
No room for improvement
No need for change
Gravity always wins
I fly and I fall
Wearing out my wings
I could go through the ceiling
Holding my head up high
Bringing me closer
To me next fall
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And then Breathe by Anna Nalick
She calls me
Cos I’m still awake
She knows me too well
I calm her fears
I lay her in a safer bed
A safer dream
Breathe just breathe
Silent waves of comfort freeze her
Sinking deeper into her numb bones
And as she gives up to moonlight
I stare into space for a few more hours
Pleading for the comfort I just gave away.
I particularly like this one inspired by Audioslave. It's called Bleed.
Die alone
Curled up
Hang on
Stand tall
Rope round
Hell bound
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Somewhere in between I also did a Fake Plastic Trees poem. Radiohead really has the best lyrics.
If I could be who you wanted
I wouldn’t have to live this half life
Wondering what I should be.
If I could be who you wanted
I would finally live
Up to all your expectations
Up to all mine.
If I could be who you wanted
I wouldn’t have to crawl
Into the spaces inside of me
And hide away.
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The rest of it is a little crap. Maybe a little later, I'll try again.
An hour and a few rearrangements later, the crap makes sense.
Pardon me
Incubus
No one can see
Me on my way
To losing my mind
My mistakes amount to nothing
No more this burden I bear
In a world too full of care.
Pardon me
I’m cursed
A moth above the flame
Drawn to death
Craving its light
Fighting the will to fight.
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I end the night the way it started hoping tomorrow will come full circle completing me in some tiny way.
Everything and nothing comes full circle and your tomorrow will as well. But like everything that comes full circle(which is basically everything, what would be the point?
ReplyDeleteI like the feeling of no beginnings and no ends that a circle gives you. It somehow makes things seem complete. :)
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