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so I fail and I face my fate so I learned a lot about myself and I gave a lot that I'd rather have kept but was unwilling to give it all and I fail as a result and there is nothing in my life that I do especially well nothing except write poetry that no one reads and I don't know what I want but I need a new me. |
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remember how the fragile words would rush from thought to paper until I would overflow and build something solid and more real than I had before me remember when you didn't have to have me around but you wanted me anyway we walked on the grass at dusk and let it be what it was remember how it felt before colours became formulae before lines became boundaries when I wanted only to make beautiful things I forgot how good these things could be yet I find it all comes back to me. |
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this is the first time I wake without you after the long sleep and bitterness of winter as wind and sunlight stir new things into being you should be thawing and turning to the sky unfurling delicate green and open arms embracing this is the first spring that comes without you the tug of beginning on my spirit is less now my skyline is empty as you stand tall no longer my roots are no longer so deep in this ground this is the first time that I wake without you and, from this season I will grow alone. |
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get attention. no. shut your mouth. don't be pretentious. smile, look pretty and keep your thoughts between your pretty ears - don't say it out loud. polish 'til you shine, and show them all in photographs. do not tell them in words. fabricate intrigue. you may notice that no one cares how tortured an artist you really are. steal spotlights. no, don't let them see you. shut up; you're not playing hard-to-get. and you're really not that hard to get. you look good on paper. but it's all liquid crystal high definition online television. generally not flattering. you didn't make the cut this time. |