Sunday, 3 June 2012

Poetry

Here are a couple of poems I submitted last semester for one of my assignments. Personally I don't think they're any good but I got a first on them so perhaps I'm the next Shakespeare in the running. The first two are sonnets, the last is projectivist.

Love 2011

We wake up naked, tattoos kissing
Mascara on the sheets.
My mouth is dry, dignity missing -
I hastily retreat.
Tomorrow night – it's you again,
A pill sits on your tongue.
I tell myself I should abstain -
Willpower isn't strong.
See modern love is just like this
No roses, rings or letters
But wait – now Facebook knows we've kissed
so everything is better!
As now one thousand strangers know,
Our union can start to grow.

Faith
Back here again, an empty room
My loyal friend returns.
This can't be real, it's all too soon
My skin, it screams, it burns.
And where are You, in all of this,
When Your presence really matters?
My faith was but a stolen kiss,
My trust in You is shattered.
I cry for You to stop me falling,
My prayers, it seems, in vain.
And then Your spirit hears my calling
And hope bleeds through my pain.
As now it seems the battle's won,
I thank You God, You and Your son. 

The Festival
She sat baking in the tent, sweaty
didn't want to get up
didn't want to face them,
the world,
everything.

Depression is a crazy thing.

Crazy when you're avoiding your wellies, caked in mud
and the Malibu in plastic cups.
Sausages on paper plates.
There's a tray of greasy chips in there with her
Cold and slimy like a bitter heart
and she can hear Rage blasting from the main stage
Two blonde heads appear – come out, come out

Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me.  

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