Failing one's A level exams by x-Mercy-Dimwit-x, literature
Literature
Failing one's A level exams
pure unadulterated empathy:
a cosmic whiplash
a break backing crash of
sexy blue whale waves rocking
knocking at your neighbours doorstep
asking for a way home to a God who
cares about chipped nails and unlimited texts.
sex like a cancer, like a radio show
the multinational equivalent to the bbc news
and an oyster with the childhood blues
the longing to be better eats you up
till the pulling inside you becomes enough
and then the sadness leaves you and
you don't know what to do
it's not that my feelings are new
the leaves still ochre the babies still cry
the snails you tred on still ache and die
maybe they're glad to go
maybe
A Duel- Burden Female by x-Mercy-Dimwit-x, literature
Literature
A Duel- Burden Female
I remember emailing you as a scared little girl
I feel like a woman now
a scared authoritative woman
birthed from the very colouring pens which raised me
my hands are silver birch and elderberries
a pun from my year 2 class teacher who smelled
like soft bird feathers and had a face equating to an envelope
and kind, leathery hands
my legs are stocks and shares my parents crafted
bought and sold on many European markets
where I learnt to order the bill in native tongue;
feet like hymns sung on spiritually dusty mornings
alone in the French countryside tanning my legs to the bells below the hills
my torso is that of broken over zealous
so heres a ditty for free
another cliched poem to stop me feeling empty
you'll love me if I'm perfidious enough
the next few weeks are gonna be tough
the next few years are gonna get better
really though. Are they.
the summers will only get wetter
the leaves will raise like unleavened dough
i'll cry tears on books cried over centuries ago
but hearts are connected and minds are a blaze
together we'll take hands and run through the maze
the daisy's are pure and the girls have soft hands
the boys are all tall and the trans chicks are grand
the feminism is boisterous and the children in love
tell me that Arcadia isn't enough
learn to lov
There Will Come A Time by x-Mercy-Dimwit-x, literature
Literature
There Will Come A Time
there's a genteel hum like a washing machine, wish wheel
a previously-thought-impenetrable-impossible reel
of real time live action happiness.
like all the edges on the pictures from the cameras
have all been rounded, the sweat stink bubblegum;
the smiles on everyone's faces are 100% pure
i'll tell you the door to knock on's not even a door
staying open 24/7 it's even got a cheerful Indian man at the counter
whose experienced prejudice sure because life is suffering
but he know longer finds London stifling
and his family's doing fine
he's got the money to buy mid-range wine
and the kids are growing
up fast enough to tell the time
(fr
Maybe i should talk about your hipbones
your skeleton like glass
but i'd rather discuss
how you taught me to cuss
or the way your little fingers stretch in the light
or the way you're head throws back when you laugh
or the way you still have that drawn on white scarf
you talk like a poet and you walk like a queen
your eyes are full of places you haven't been
and shakespeare, and beeswax, and shiny things.
There's a girl in the river
swimming in her socks
theres a woman in the doorway
listening to rock
there's a cat by the road
who loves the endless night
theres a funny one inside
and she's a looker alright.
like a spacious old a
and my friend she says
"I'm proud of you for coming out."
just like it's the status quo
like i'm a lesbian now
Hell I still want to kiss guys sometimes
doesn't mean I'm telling lies
when I say I like girls
you think I know what's going on?
You think I know how I feel?
Just yesterday I was planning my wedding meal
and I even thought about the vows
well now that's all come tumbling down
and my guy friend he comes up and says
"doesn't it bother you that you'll never have sex?"
They want me to say yes.
If you're bi then you can't decide,
you want to sleep around or you're in denial,
if you're a lesbian then oh boy we're proud
now
They always show it on the tv screen
"this is our last night together, this then nothing."
and you know they'll end up meeting again and loving
each other unrealistically beautifully much.
You know, we never think,
Well what if it was me?
What if we were in love,
and it was you moving to Santa Fe.
And the other guy has eyes like the sea
and he talks like an English literature degree
and don't get me started on his witty repartee.
And he's many other flouncy metaphors:
Point is, he's the good guy. And you and I,
we'll never be a thing.
But ignoring all reason, not even the stars,
ignoring the reflections and memories of the past
despi
maybe it's too late to fight
just lose yourself in the night
go on I double dare you
die.
You don't really want to.
I am trying to write about God,
and how big he is,
but the Sad has reached my fingers
and that makes it difficult to type.
I am trying to write about God,
but the boy keeps coming into my head,
and keeping me from going to bed,
and talking to me sweet-like for two hours.
He's a sugar pod, he's cotton from it's roots
I know what he is. I think I just want to
love him, but I can't, because I am trying
to write about God.
A while ago, I wrote:
"God is everything. I put him in the center of
my life and now everything
Stephane timothy clarke burns
I'll love you till you're eyes run dry
I'll love you till tomorrow night
when facebook goes quiet
God will lead you on with his light
and maybe we should have fight more
but we didn't. And my face is sore
from crying but you'll be alright
we'll be alright
I will try not to text you goodnight
a crap end to a crap week
you said but at least
we're still friends
and we've agreed not to make romantic amends
we'll stay friends
Stephane timothy clarke burns
I loved you like the stars
But our time together has sweetly,
sadly, amicably past.