Oh, hello, poetry. I haven’t seen you in a while, have I? I’m getting a bit rusty.
I was almost tempted to write ‘I am not even Leo Valdez,’ but then I decided against it. Not everyone likes some Percy Jackson with their poetry. (God, that was some bad alliteration.)
This isn’t the best poem that I’ve written in recent times, but it helped me to get some feelings out. Better for me than for you, I think.
A Wish, Crumpled Up and Thrown Into the Bin
I am the third wheel when there is
I am the one who walks two steps ahead of the twins on a tricycle.
I am the shoes that try desperately to fall into step,
I am the one who prefers to talk to imaginary people,
I am the one who tiptoes around the dragon and tries not to wake it.
And I am not ever allowed to be that dragon,
not even for a moment.
I am the one who finds salvation in secrets
and wonder in words.
I am the one who lies to herself
her nose builds a ladder to the moon and
her tongue is twisted into a thousand knots.
I wish were not that person.
I wish I were someone else.
Sometimes, I wish I were no one at all.
Once, there was a girl who found a mirror. She stood
in front of it, and then she
stared at the face for so long that when she reached out
to touch the glass she was
She lies half-lost in the midnight.
Her thoughts leap
fill the room –
they weave with each other until
through the silver web.
And then they start to get
The first crack;
the only quiet in the cacophony.
Nothing happens. She starts to distrust her senses.
no, yes, it’s –
The tape that holds her together has lost its strength.
She screams once, silently, without opening her mouth.
the sky is orange;
wait, no, peach,
ripe and soft and blushing red peach,
swirls of yoghurt clouds across its skin.
an invisible mouth (god?) bites into it
at first, then
quicker and quicker and quicker until it’s slicing down like dazzling diamond earrings.
the juice collects on the
into the drain.
You smile a big, wide, watermelon smile;
a smile of blushing pink-red and mint leaves and grass and
the darkest evening.
As teeth bite into your smile, a sweet rose-tinted water dribbles
and onto your clothes and your chin and your cheeks and
The blushing compresses like a foam cup,
satisfaction in each bite.
Soon, your watermelon smile is gone, and you are left with a
tastes like envy.
Would you like some traffic jam with your coast?
Goodness, no. I’ve come here to trade my honey for some skyscraper curd. Is this enough?
I’m afraid we’ve had some excellent offers for our skyscraper curd recently, and it’s all run out. Can I get you some trainline jelly instead?
Yes, I suppose that trainline jelly will do.
Jolly good. Trainline jelly it is.
I’ve been wanting to share these for a while; they’re like texts. And therefore the spelling/grammar/punctuation seems to not always be necessary (yay!). This is a bit different from my usual post, but don’t worry that I’ve left the world of beauty etc. etc, I have a review coming. The funny thing is, that post starts with something like: ‘I don’t want to write too many reviews because you can, most of the time, find them anywhere.’ Is that irony?? Hmm. I’m not too sure. I never really grasped the concept of irony.
You really should tell me to stop going off on tangents and ranting about random stuff sooner… So, now, I pass onto the promised poems.
To: the nobodies
what i am
is a mystery to me.
And do i belong in the whirlwind of tectonics?
i think not
you broke my heart.
i still remember the sunshine days
and violet nights we stood in.
The love is the hate.
There is a fine line between the two.
a fine line.
a fine line
Have a happy New Year, everyone! Or, if the moment has passed where you are, have an awesome New Year’s Day.