I loved the day when the swords
fell from the sky
and you and I did nothing
but dance to avoid them
until we tangled into one.
Even in that illusion
I’ve never felt something so real.
And even if yours is a face
I’ll sinfully forget,
I’d hope that time is kind enough
to let this memory remain.
I only let go assuming I’d be back again.
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I loved the day when the swords
So I turn 23 today, apparently.
It’s been a few years since I’ve written one of these self reflective pieces so I think I’ll give it a go this year.
Where am I at? I’m not quite sure. I remember saying something similar last time I wrote one of these. I wonder if it means I’ve not made any progress. I feel that much has changed but in such a way that nothing seems to have. I feel calm tonight and not even the sweltering heat of the Middle Eastern summer makes me feel restless. I’d like to think that this is due to song I’ve been listening to today.
It’s one that I saved to my playlist quite a while ago but today I decided to hear it again. It’s called “The Long Way” by this Irish band called The Coronas. I don’t know what it is about it but it’s the type of song that makes you feel nostalgic about the future. Is that even possible? When I listen to it I see myself, aged and grey, still trying my best to walk ahead of the people in front of me but I also see someone walking beside me. And somehow this memory, that doesn’t exist yet, transitions to a cool night where the wind is a temperature that’s kind to my skin and yours, whoever you are.
Maybe we’ll make a bonfire, who knows?
Apologies for the time away.
What is it that you whisper in my ear,
As we lie underneath these sheets,
This is yet another dream, I fear.
One where I know when I awake,
I’ll have dried tears running down my face,
And you’ll fade into the faintest memory.
So while we’re here in this world of white and softness,
Let me lean in close and hear you say something softer.
For your words are Gospel
And although you’ll not witness me kneeling,
I’ll still bury my face in your neck.
And really, that’s worship just the same.
As I collapse
Into yet another dream
my eyes can barely
Keep themselves closed,
I only know this once I am awoken
For in the dream,
Nothing distracts me but you
I am unaware of anything but you
And I cannot lie but say
That even after awaking
And cursing my eyes for their failure
It is you that still occupies my thoughts.
I reason with myself
That my eyes only open
In fear that I might follow you
In my dreams forever
And never awaken again.
I feel like an identity,
A strange but concrete entity.
One that can dream dreams
And nightmares as well.
But the kind that loses itself,
When so close to being found.
But let it be known
As all my inhibitions unfold,
That this too is just a mask,
And this feeling of singularity
Well, it’s just not meant to last.
And just as the many sunsets go,
My mind too will sink once more.
This little poem is quite special in that it was inspired by the words generated by the bot @feelings.js created by wonderfully creative @katierosepipkin. I’ve only recently been delving into the world of twitter bots and found out just how poetic they can be. ^_^
I may have written this just after waking up.
I had a dream last night,
and just as dreams go
the strangeness of it
didn’t seem so strange
You were there,
And that’s all that seemed to matter,
Even after I had awoken.
It was all that seemed to matter.
When you spoke,
the words were heartbreaking
but they were uttered from your lips
So i didn’t complain.
I could only manage to say your name.
The faces surrounding us,
well, they were just a blur.
Shadows on a wall,
I was oblivious to them all.
Could I ask for this some more?
More time, More words, More you
Even if it all wasn’t true.
More time, more words, more you.
No, I don’t know if
I can promise you trips to New York
Where we too can get tired
Of the people
As Joan Didion did,
And run from the East to the West
Clutching at feelings that fade away
The longer we stay put.
But I do hope I take you places,
Even when I have no clue which
They might be.
Just have your bags packed,
And keep alive that readiness to leave.
You must be what it’s like
to be a beam of light.
To be weightless and yet, be whole.
To cut through the blackness
Without any hint of fear.
To be you must be
Like a shimmering dream,
The kind you see in movies,
The golden and glowing parts
Of my imagination that sees you
Illuminating my life.