Poems? Ish.

“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed” – Ernest Hemingway

You remember on our first date, yeah – when i told you i like rhymes? (Thanks for not laughing) Well, now we’ve got to know each other a bit more, i think i’m ready to take it to the next level. I’m going to let my guard down, make myself vulnerable to you and bare my…soul.  Let’s make sweet sweet rhymes together.

Here’s an old collection of  words i found that have been cobbled together in a questionably rhyming fashion. I think with some of them i must have sat down at my digital ’typewriter’ and haemorrhaged from the finger tips. Keyboard’s a write-off…

• I Don’t Think You’re Allowed To Call Him a Tramp Anymore…

He goes about his business like a modern Ollie Reed,
But the reflection in the window, show he’s only being decieved.
Just like his shoes he’s soulless – face and shirt that once were white,
Tell me did you even notice, the colour of his eyes in this street light?

 

• Hurting You Is Hurting Me

Your faults are flawless.
Your lips are a vice.
Your eyes are like diamonds, that cut me like ice.

I’ll tell you your worthless,
I’ll make you feel small,
I’ll make you feel ugly because i think you’re beautiful.

Your laugh is infectious,
Your smile is a song,
Your arms could hold me; and linger too long.

I’ll fill you with hatred,
I’ll smother you in spite,
Ill make you feel lonely because i need you tonight.

Your warmth is like firelight
Your demenour is grand,
Your prescense is an order, you silently command.

I’ll tell you your worthless,
Ill make you feel small,
I make you feel ugly, because i think you’re beautiful.

• Cupids Chokehold

Cupid cut me once before,
And the arrow left a scar.
Hidden deep – sometimes it weeps,
The wound was left ajar.

These walls i’ve built around me,
A splint for my broken heart.
Each day i fear that since we met,
Brick by brick they will fall apart.

Cupid cut me once before,
Now he’s back with a steely glaze.
He will not leave, nor be content
Until he’s set my heart ablaze.

These walls i’ve built around me
A splint for my broken heart.
Each day i feel that since we met,
Brick by brick they are falling apart.

• Second Hand

I gave my heart to a charity shop,
50p dear -  and that’s your lot.
Long ago i would have asked for gold,
But some of these scars are more than ten years old.
Authentic hallmark written in my blood,
Worn and damaged, left by counterfeit love.
Only I know it’s true worth, and very few are told.
If you dare break me, consider me sold.

 

• Your Own Worst Enemy

I wish that i was weaker – and didn’t have the strength,
So i could pull you close into my heart – instead i keep you at arms length.
If i let my love enfold you,
And let my weak arms hold you,
Would you keep me safe from myself?

• Reluctantly Rhetorical

I don’t know if i love you,
I think it’s just infactuation.
But i’ve lost my concentration,
And you are my procrastination.
Is this just fascination?
Or is this love?

I don’t know if i love you,
I think this might be lust.
Because between us there’s no trust,
And my heart is not robust.
This thing we’ve never discussed,
Could it be love?

I don’t know if i love you,
But i think of you every day.
My mind’s in disarray,
I don’t know what to say.
Am i supposed to feel this way?
This can’t be love.

I don’t know if i love you,
Or what you want from me.
I don’t know if i love you,
Because i don’t know if you love me.

• Friction Caused By Fiction

If I’m ever going to exorcise my demons,

I need to stop pretending you have feelings.

That wasn’t a smile upon your face,

That wasn’t your hand –

There was no chase.

You weren’t speaking in code,

Those weren’t your words…

You’re not the man thought I heard.

• Two Way Mirror

It hurts that I can see you, when I know you can’t see me.

My hearts a two way mirror and the darkness comforts me.

Overwhelmed by your intensity, I’m retracting more and more,

Blinded by your brightness, leaves me squinting on the floor.

And still I can’t stop watching, for its only you I see.

Your hearts an interrogation room, my words just don’t run free.

For such a flimsy barrier, it’s one that I daren’t touch.

I fear that if I break it, I’ll be cursed with more bad luck.

And so from afar I’ll watch you, as I sit and slowly burn.

If my heart won’t let me yield to it – eternally, I shall yearn.

• Blinkered

The moment I caught your eye,

Is the moment you stole my heart.

A union in passing,

A flicker…

A false start.

If the moment I caught your eye,

Was a means to an end.

Then the moment you stole my heart,

Was the moment I lost a friend.

• Two Sides, One Coin

Kiss me, chase me.

Trace my body as you take me.

Touch me, roughly.

Forget my name after you fuck me.

My lust for you is burning,

My love for you is pure.

I want to be your lover.

I want to be your whore.

• Swan Songs 

You’ll be my sweet Swan Song my dear,

As I unlock my silent throat,

And speak the words i’ve longed you’d  hear -

The words that left me choked.

You’ll be my sweet Swan Song my dear,

Every single breathless note.

For sorrow hides where joy resides,

To you, my heart – i devote.

-Fin, for now-