I Miss It (Response)

I miss it too. Of course I do

Hours together in fading light

Then off adventuring

Into a warm distant night

 

We get shots at the ready

All in a line

Camera’s held steady

Taking snapshots in time

 

I miss your little made up tunes

And your cute dopey smile

I especially miss the way

That you could bring mine out

for a while.

 

It’s weird to think

how far apart we are

and the distance we travel from

even weirder that time flies by

when you’re here

yet ceases when you’re gone.

Wonder Kids

We are the exceptional,

The Apples of our mother’s eyes

Balloons that rise, rise above

Reaching for heights we ourselves cannot see.

 

We,

Dearly departed from the realm of sanity.

Giving the mundane a voice

Hearing music out of noise

We see through portals

To another world,

 

The real world, for most is

hard edges and straight lines.

For us it’s bursts and swirls.

We get lost in the real world.

 

 

We are the wonderful crazy,

The extravagant unknown

The souls that couldn’t survive

So far away from home.

 

Most of us don’t make it,

We are a glorious mistake,

Living with normality

Which was never ours to take.

 

But even though we do not see

in 1s and 0s,

We do not need rescuing.

We’re our own heroes.

 

Boyfriend

You didn’t explode into my world

like colourful sparks of light.

More like, cannonballed at full speed.

And knocked out all my fight.

 

And though you couldn’t brighten up my dark corners

Because they were already bright.

you made yourself at home in my heart

where I welcome you each night,

 

there is so much I love about you

so much more that I can say. Like,

Your goofy smile and, pretty eyes

That I could look at everyday.

 

How your passion’s not just for existing

Though it’s rarely ever seen.

It lies in art and, stars, and stories

And everything in between.

I realise now,

 

I don’t want someone with no faith

Someone who thinks they’re flawed

I need someone like you around.

Who refuses to be awed.

 

Love Letter To Swearing

I love to swear

that’s a fact.

and it is sweet.
It’s unladylike! You say.

Inarticulate swine!

And you’re right it is, truly, a shame!

That articulation is arbitrary,

and, my language choice, is mine.
 

See my vocabulary is vast

It stretches out like the sea.

And my sea won’t shrink

If I happen to use the C.

 

The feeling of the fricative F

As I say the word,

Feels

so visceral I have to repeat.

 

The subtle sibilance

As my mouth forms a shhhh

And ends with a quick hit.

 

My choice of words will not diminish

Either my manner, my charm,

my humour, or wit.
It doesn’t make me unintelligent

To use it for embellishment.
So for those of you,

who would-

Admonish me for my words,

I truly hope this helps.

 

Now kindly take your criticism,

And go fuck yourself.

Saying Goodbye

Pack away your life.

 

19 years of memories

put it all into crates and boxes,

Tuck it between the pages of books

The hidden sections of your backpack,

Into glass jars, and bottles

The oversized hoody you stole from your boyfriend,

and always promised to give back,

that one pocket of your jeans which was always too small.

 

Anywhere there is space just pack it away.

Anywhere at all

 

All the things you know you’ll need

And even the things you probably won’t.

Because there may come a time when you do in fact need

100 rubber bands.

 

You’re going to a prison after all,

With small white rooms lined up in a row,

Where the colourful inmates you see from afar

Are as insane and in debt as you are.

It will be scary at first but,

As the months go on

You’ll face the day with a grin.

 

Until the day comes,

That you pack away again.

 

Having put your life into picture frames, phone cases, captions on the internet.

Having, contained your love within voice messages, paper chains, lipstick stains

And anything else that is capable of staying forever.

Let the people who don’t understand wonder why.

 

You may pack away, but you’ll never say goodbye.