Archive for February, 2013

Beguiling Sight

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on February 20, 2013 by dc

A beguiling sight
Sketches of all we’ve been through
As ghosts fill the park

Shelter

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on February 18, 2013 by dc

They spoke to ceilings
Like they believed
In something,

Some misty force
With rules
And strange visions.

They sang songs
And perpetuated
Mythology,

Learnt
Their favourite notes
And improvised.

In times
Of great danger and woe
They kept on singing,

Even when the rooves
Of their dreams
Sadly sagged,

Songs filled their lives
And kept them
At ease.

Their bodies burnt quickly.

They were wildly naive.

Temporarily Broken

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on February 15, 2013 by dc

Dinner on the stairs,
A life unfair,
Makeshift dreams
And Tupperware,

Waking on the couch again,
The same old game
Of cat and mouse,
A house that echoes

Let’s go,
Let’s go,
Let’s go.

A slow routine
Of stumbled walking,
Mumbled talking
And drowned soliloquies,

A bed that teases lullabies
Then goes and cries
Into the pillow,

Curtains billow,
Whispering your name.

You’re temporarily broken,
Thoughts unspoken,
Bought with tokens

And all this because
You danced in the rain.

Hush

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on February 9, 2013 by dc

Let’s slump
On the ground
All angular,
Together,

The world
Invisible,

Your face
In my neck,

A gentle kiss
On my throat.

Let’s disappear,
Find a corner
Amidst the hustle,

A hideaway,
A sanctuary,

Close your eyes,

We breathe as one,
Beat as one

As the city blurs

And we are taken
By the moment,

All twisted limbs
And hush.

How Beautiful

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on February 6, 2013 by dc

How beautiful
To never feed off hatred,
Sing songs of doom
And recompense
Or break a human smile.

It’s all so easy
To swallow,

One can wander
On such thoughts
And wonder
Till it echoes,

Till we’re all
Repeating fury
Like it’s supper
From the stars,

All just lapping waves
That ride the angry tide

And find themselves alive
But always asking why.