Your greatest fear, you said
Was that one day, you’d wake up
And the stars would have lost their light.
That a time would come when you were
Oblivious to the winds cool, soothing touch,
When you ignored the pleading rain on your window pane.
You would know it was over,
If you stopped reading the pain in people,
If you could walk through the world
Without seeing the colours that seep from the skin
Of every passerby and acquaintance.
It scared you most that you might be dead,
Before you ceased to live.
That your heart, would keep beating
When your soul had packed it’s bags,
And headed home for the winter.
So, wind in my face,
Spray on my tongue,
Armed with the unbreakable ignorance of youth
And the simple knowledge that I loved you, answered.
“You’re the bravest person I know.
You’ll never die. How could you?
You’ve never been afraid to live.”
Life is not a heartbeat monitor
Beeping insistently in the background of
Some cold clean hospital cell.
It can’t be found in the pages
Of glossy magazines,
Or the latest, greatest, most versatile
Piece of furniture from Ikea
Or whichever home improvement titan
Is currently in fashion.
But i’ll tell you what it can be.
Or at the very least,
How it seems to me.
I see life in your eyes,
As you talk to me about love
Or poetry, your passions, your fears,
Your hopes and dreams.
All of these
Make the air around you shimmer
With a vibrance that cannot be ignored.
Life is in people my dear.
Not in the beating of our hearts,
But in the way that they sing!
On results day, only six letters mattered; ABC DEF I managed to get ten. A*A* AAAA BB DD Do they even matter? DD (What about my other grades?) DD (But I passed all the rest!) DD!? (Aren’t you guys proud of me?) DD! (but i did my best…)
All I heard was I didn’t try hard enough That I should have done more than I did So if my best just wasn’t good enough Then i’d do what I wanted instead.
I often feel as though poets are dragons
Our tongues, flames of
Passion, fury, envy or love.
There is both creation
In the way we burn.
Because before the fire gets out
It must work its way through
Veins, lungs and throats,
Scorching our insides in the hope
That it can scald you also.
Know, that if our words burn,
We are already blistered.
For a moment Everything stops. A single silver string suspends Five years of half hopes And dangerous desires. My eyes bore in to hers, Searching for a flicker For anything A single spark to show That all is not lost.
But her pupils Are dark, deep as the ocean. The moment breaks A wave upon her pale blues iris. And all I have left Is the turn of my heel, The lights of the city And the echo of the closed door.