[iippo]: 207.Doggerel.Scraps

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These are some lesser poetic works by me, all shoved to hide in this one page because they aren't as cool. :P


I found a wall that was just my size, so I wore it daily.
I suppose I wore it out.

It was protection against cold and wind,
But maybe that means it had to endure the weather.
I banged my head against it when I was frustrated,
But those were the only times I touched it.

So one day my wall crumbled down.
I stood in the rubble, wondering.
I faced the wind and cold and frustration.
But also something I had never seen before:
Sunshine.
White clouds in the sky racing across the Earth with their shadows.
Soft summer rain touching my nose and filling my eyes with tears.

I could build my wall again...


I closed my hands around a bumblebee.
It buzzed against my palms
And that tickled.
It stung me in the hand
And died.
Like you,
It didn't want to be mine.


I abuse my right to remain silent.
You use anything I say against me.
Light disappears when you frown.
The world ends when we have a row.
That's how we know the world is round.
That there is life after death.
That there is love after fighting.

Last night you came and all was well.
Today morning you left and I hated you so.
Tonight you will again come and I will not remember the morning.
Tomorrow morning I will forget the world because of you.

The way you held me last night.
The words you whispered into my ear
I knew it all to be true.
It was more than the night could hold
So time was stopped.
Eternity is in that moment.


It felt like someone just peed into my shoe.
A warming melt.
Sticking.
Getting cold.
Freezing.
Numbing.
You held me so close I could hardly breathe.


Somehow
You sometimes really...
Disgust me.
But then
Again I can't avoid
Liking.
It.

Sometimes
I really feel like...
Running away from you.
And that's
Good.
Then.

The point of this all is to mark down my feeling
Of you being everything, good and evil
Nice and horrible (nice is not a shit word, the way you use it is).
I'd never want you to find out how entangled I am.
It might make you afraid, or maybe I am just hoping it would make you afraid.
Deep down I know you'll never abandon me.
Maybe that is scary.


You're so much stronger than me.
But at times I don't mind,
But enjoy it.
You make me feel so pretty
                                           young
                                                          special.
The way you touch me
Makes stars explode.

I'm a feather.
Only your blows will keep me in the air.
But don't hit too hard.
Like red hot metal I am,
You can mold me freely.
Like soft clay in your hands.
Your imprint will remain on me,
No matter how much I'll be polished by time.

No one else can be like you.


I am the famous drop of butter
Spread on a slice of bread too large.
Getting thinner and thinner.

I am the last Kellogg's Cornflake in the bowl.
Soggy and wet,
getting flushed to the sink.

I'm the sock that the dogs pull
Because I'm so far from you now.
Stretching but not breaking.


I want to frame you with lines.
And cover you in scribble.
I wish I could embrace you
With millions of brush strokes.
You deserve to be PhotoShopped
Until you glow.
I need to make you colourful
In any means possible.
Because you are a work of art.

But I can't.

All I can do is hold you tight in the night
Shower you with kisses
Caress your warm feet with my cold ones.
Listen to your heart beat.

I have the soul of an artist
But the body of a lover.


I made requests in writing,
They were overlooked.
I made requests during a phonecall,
They were forgotten in white noise.
I made requests in whispers,
You understood them.
I made requests without words,
And I got through to you.


Qualified to love?

I applied for a job.
They rejected me.
I wasn't qualified to care.


I'll keep my eyes closed
Be invisible.
That will make things better.

I'm less than air.
Like angels that make their bodies out of clouds
I can breathe easy.

A drop of water
is always the same size.
What a curse it would be to be a drop of rain.
Never increasing,
Always falling.


Songs playing in my head
Over and over again.
Like broken parrots.
Memories coming back
Like tsunamis, washing over me.
Twists and shouts of yesterdays,
They're never-ending.
Being forever faithful to you
In my heart.
Because of the silly thing called Love.


You stopped too soon
So I had a shower.
You had my shower
So I remained unclean.
You used my towel
So I was left wet.

You asked me to see you out.
Does it matter if I sit or stand
When you leave me?
So I'll sit.

And cry myself dry in the bathtub.


There's space in my handbag
For something small and cute.

There's space in my house
For something fast and fluffy.

There's space in my computer
For something funny and cool.

I wish you were a toy, a puppy or a file,
Because there's no space in my heart.


I'll keep my heart on my table
In a small box.
When you're with me, I'll wear it
Just for you.
And when you're away
I'll hide it away.
So it won't get damaged.
And I'll trust you not to damage it.


Today I'm too small to be.
Too lonely to move a finger.
Too selfish to think straight.


I found this thing on the street today
And it made me think of you.
Lost, dirty, wasted.
And difficult to know what it was supposed to be.
Now I know that's a bit harsh,
But it's what you want to hear.

And then the other day I was cleaning my room
and I found an old picture of you.
And I'd completely forgotten
How un-photogenic (that's a word) you always were.
I threw it away and forgot about it
Since that's what we agreed to do.

Yet when I'm down or on the edge
I never remember you.
I don't think of the good times we shared
Nor how you once saved my life.
I try to focus on the future
Because that's where what I want to be.


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