For a Friend – Wait For the Sun

You tried, love.
Your teary eyes were buried in my shirt,
My arms could only contain your
Shell of a body, as it emitted wracking sobs, echoes
Of years of trying to love another, whilst loving
Itself with all of its anxious compassion, you
Tried, so hard, my dear. The days
Will likely seem a little darker, for a while, and your tears
May weigh you down, till

One day you will wake up again,
And listen to the birds sing
In your father’s garden, you’ll watch
The hopeful rays of sunlight try to break through
Your curtains, and you’ll smell a fresh cup of coffee,
That your mother brings to your room,
Not because she has to, or you can’t get it yourself, but
Because she knows that this simple pleasure could be enough
To get you out of bed for a whole week,
As it is love itself, in its purest form.

It’s what you deserve, my dear, but know
It’ll take time, and to take small steps, day by day.
Know, that your loved ones, will be there
Every step of the way.

The Two-Headed Calf and the One-Eyed Raven

You look at the ancient stars, shining brightly in the sky. Green grasses wave at you from afar, and you feel them welcome you to Life, as you take your first steps. A stumble, a fall, but your mother by your side, with her caring eyes, willing you to stand tall. You breathe through two sets of nostrils, you see through two pairs of eyes. You are complete. You have with you all that you ever have, and though you will be gone before your first sunset, this night you will experience all that there is in life. The joy of peace, of calmly sleeping at your mother’s side. The tragedy, which is a privilege for others, to have to wake up and face the day. The wonder of hearing the birds sing as they fly through the trees, searching for insects to feed their young. You are not meant for the skies, but as the birds fly, one song meets your ears. Sung with melancholic sincerity, you see the singing raven perched on one leafless tree, watching you with only one eye.

A child has been born, so full of life,
A head too many, here comes the knife,
A slash, a crack, off goes your head,
A mother, alone again,
When she goes to bed.

She’ll watch the sun rise,
She’ll watch the sun set,
She’ll be alone again,
When she goes to bed.

A moment passes, before you hear your mother sing back to the raven, with a desperate dread.

Don’t take my child, lover of the dead,
Don’t make me say goodbye,
Take me with you instead,
Please don’t let me be alone again,
When I go to bed.

poem: we can’t

Hey, can we please start again?
A new sunrise, new
Dewdrops on the flowers outside
Your window where we
Could have lied in the grass, but
Instead we lied to ourselves,
And said:
It was going to be a beautiful day
For us to enjoy together but
This is not our day –
It’s not yours,
nor is it mine.

Of course, it would be nice
To start from the start –
From where it all began, but
Now, we are where we are,
Though at least

We’re still friends.

Even through all the lies –
The goodbyes to the past
And future we never had.
The goodbyes to a sunrise
That would never set on us, together.
The goodbyes to the life
We never had and
Will never have
Because
we can’t start again.

My lovely paradox

The sun shines through my windows,
But the night lives on in my mind.
Thoughts of a melancholic moon, you,
Imaginary jealousy, a wish
To just leave things be.
Oh, it’s simultaneously light and dark,
Life and death,
But either way,
Nothing
In the end.

Lotta Talk

You’d think I would know how to walk, and how to talk.
But when I talk the talk and I walk the walk,
It tends to end in a chalk
Outline on the ground.
My body isn’t found
But my
Head is in the clouds,
Just talking the talk –
Got my feet on the ground
Just walking the walk.

But really I’m just here.
Sitting on the couch –
Talking the talk
Not walking the walk.

Icarus and I

My wingspan humbles Icarus –
And oh, I understand his flying tragedy.
I have flown so closely to the sun
And my endless flight has left its marks on me
But now it feels as if I am falling as he did
Till I crash into the Earth as he did
And let my last breath leave me, as he did –
Yes, it is the same downfall as Icarus:
The failure of fathers.
My father, my god, my creator
Created my waxed wings
And stabbed them into my back
Where they still hang today.

My heart burns, and it only intensifies
The heat from the sun
And I just wish the fire would burn out
So I can finally see him again,
And ask why
It had to be me
And ask why
I had to bleed endlessly and fly
Only to want to die
From the day he gave me my wings.

The Water’s Call

I am standing on the shore –
Back again on those rocks
Where I would sit and think
About life, and why
I wanted to jump
Into those deafening depths.

The water still calls my name
Now, and it pulls me
By my soul and I join the tide
In its patterned uncertainty.
I’m not sure of anything, anymore.
So this is where I’ll stay for a while,
Floating
Along the shore.

Off-beat Heartbeat

I don’t know why
I do what I do
And think
What I think
When I drink
And sink down
Into the misery,
Down into the mystery
Of what it is
I want when I want
To live and break free
Of the me I should be
And be the me I want
To be,
That I see
In my soul
And what makes
Me whole and what
Fills this hole?
Is it love?
Is it life?
What is the endless
Strife, for time –
To be fine,
Or to just
Be okay,
And to just
Wake
Another day.

Yes, that is it
The way out of
The pit,
And so I shall stand
And no longer
Depend, on this temporary cure,
And of that,
I am sure.

A Burnt Out Fire

The snow drifted gently through the trees
As the embers of the hearth faded out, one final time.

An atmosphere of fatality hung in the air,
A thick blanket of depression and sorrow.

No one held his hand
Or gave him their breath
As he went from this life
Into the next.

Tag: life