Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry. (W.B. Yeats) Here lies that which is inside no more, that which burns my mind and must be expelled. Here lies the greatest of all inventions. Here lies words.
Friday, January 1, 2021
Temptation
That which I saw, I wanted –
To touch, to hold, to have –
Yet you were not mine to possess
And I had no choice but to resist.
The desire flowed through me completely,
Taking over my every sense,
And my only defence was you
Being of sound and moral character.
I craved your undivided attention
With every fibre of my being,
Regardless of the damage
It would undoubtedly do to me.
I fought the urge to tell you,
Knowing my rejection would surely follow;
My heart, at once broken
And hopeful at the very same time.
I could not stand it when we touched
Ever for the barest of moments,
The impulses it sent coursing through me
Made my brain tingle and spark.
My appetite for your embrace
Grew with every passing day
For when you wrapped your arms around me
There was no safer place I could be.
When we parted I wanted to scream
My longing to the night sky
But, instead, I breathed in sweet relief
That you held my heart at arms-length.
This attraction towards you that I felt
Pulled me nearer and nearer to you
Until I could bear it no longer
And I retreated into my shell.
The temptation to break the rules
Is just as strong now as it was then,
But I know this yearning is not reciprocated
And I would be the one to be broken.
Monday, November 16, 2020
This Poem is Not For You
This poem is not for you.
It is for me,
And only me,
Because if you saw it
My heart would break
And I would never want
For you to knowingly
Be the cause of my pain.
I know what I need:
To release you
So I may be released
But I fear not feeling,
I fear the emptiness
That would pervade my soul
When I no longer yearn
For something I can’t have.
This poem is not for you.
It is for my heart
And it’s unrequited love
Because I cannot tell you
My heart’s desire
And the longing I feel
For you to be mine and
Be part of my world.
I am bound, inextricably,
To a feeling I cannot share
So to set myself free
But I do not wish to be free
I cannot exist beyond this cage
That I have built around myself
When it’s all I have left
For my heart to hold onto.
This poem is not for you.
It is a cry into the void
And you are not there
Because you don’t belong;
My world is not your world
And I cannot ask
For you to step out of yours and
Be uncomfortable in mine.
I wish things could be different,
To have this feeling transform
So you could feel it too
But that is not possible:
I am alone in this void
That I have created
When I knew there was no chance
For us to be as I hoped.
Wednesday, September 9, 2020
All or Nothing
When we met
I gave you my smile –
It shone like diamonds
Lighting the room around me.
When we fell in love
I gave myself to you
And all that it entails
Without fear or hesitation.
When we married
I gave you my heart
To safeguard forever
As if it were your own.
When our child was born
I gave you my body
With my tiger stripes
And tired eyes.
When you left
You gave me nothing
You took the best of me
But now I start again without you.
When I found myself
I gave myself permission
To live again, to love again,
And be all that I can be.
Saturday, August 29, 2020
Do Not Cry
Do not cry, my sweet,
I cannot stand your tears.
They sting like nettles overgrown
And cut a thousand times as deep.
I long to dry your eyes, my love,
But how do I stop the rain from falling?
There’s no magic in these hands
And my words can cast no spells.
If I could take away your pain, my dear,
Scrunch it up into a little ball
And throw it into the fiery pits of hell,
I would not hesitate at all.
There is nothing I wouldn’t do, my precious,
To ease your hurting heart,
To give it back it’s vigour
And return to you your soul.
Because with every tear you shed, my beloved,
When you lay your head on my shoulder
I feel your heart break afresh
And I know there’s nothing I can do.
Sunday, July 12, 2020
Poison
It was May, 2004
And I stood outside the Enmore
Taking in the lights of Newtown
Waiting for the doors to open.
You’d bought the tickets so long ago
When we were better together
So, tell me why I was there
Waiting for you to arrive.
You were always late.
It was one of my pet peeves.
And you knew it annoyed me
More than almost anything.
You loved that band and would say
“Every rose has its thorn”
Whenever I brought it up
But you were more thorn than rose.
This night out was the last gasp,
The last nail in the coffin perhaps,
Of a relationship that was already dead
But just hadn’t realised it yet.
Life loves a tragedy, I suppose,
And we were absolute proof of it,
Two big personalities on a collision course
Destined to burn up worlds in our wake.
That night was supposed to give us
Something to believe in –
A shared past to cling on to
And rekindle what we had.
But there was nothing left to salvage
From this car crash of a relationship,
And standing in that line I knew
That this would be a last hurrah.
You used to call me your fallen angel.
I was really a bird whose wings you’d clipped,
Wanting desperately to be uncaged,
Set free in the big wide world.
Looking back, I can see tight you clung
To the idea that I was this perfect girlfriend
Who made you look good by extension
But in reality we ripped each other apart.
Life goes on, even when our hearts break,
Because we know what we deserve,
Even when that realisation hurts,
And being second best is not it.
I’ve lived so much more since that night
Without you holding me back
Or telling me it wasn’t worth my time
And making me afraid to try,
Now I ride the wind wherever it takes me –
I’ve seen the world without you,
And met the most interesting people,
All because I found myself in losing you.
You lived in your little bubble
And it was suffocating me
You said if I loved you, I’d stay
And maybe you were right.
I won’t forget you,
You were my biggest mistake,
But one I needed to make to grow
And find out who I was inside.
On that cool autumn night
Way back, over a decade ago,
I found out you were my poison
And I walked through those doors alone.
Thursday, June 11, 2020
Wrong
11/06/2020 – Iso Well-Being Compilation
I thought maybe I was in the wrong,
But I wasn’t.
Well, not for the reason I imagined.
You treated me like shit
All along
And I thought that was my fault.
I didn’t want to see the bad in you,
Blinded myself,
But you showed your true colours tonight.
Your fragile little ego couldn’t handle it
When I said,
“Fuck off with your false equivalence.”
Afterall, you’d just brought up the Nazi’s –
Godwin’s law –
In a conversation about slavery in a movie.
I suppose I did open the door for it, though,
When I said,
“History is mostly written by the victors”
And you came back with the inevitable line,
So predictable,
“Oh, so the Nazi’s weren’t so bad.”
Your underlying racism had been bothering me.
I knew.
The friendship was always going to run aground.
I should have listened to my gut from the start
But I didn’t,
I told myself that I imagined all that stuff.
The ten plus years that you pursued me,
Despite protestations,
Should have told me not to trust you.
I wanted to be with you so much but
Not like that,
Not while you were still married.
When you divorced you spun your story,
Narcissistic lies,
And I bought it hook, line and sinker.
But you couldn’t give me what I wanted
And never would,
And the romance that never was faded.
I should have ended it then and there,
But I didn’t,
Because I thought you needed my friendship.
You made me believe your sob story
(Shame one me)
Because it was my own sob story, too.
I wanted to save you and change you,
And myself,
But you don’t have anything worth saving.
I also didn’t want to be alone in life,
Forever,
And I’d have settled for less than mediocre.
But then I met someone who filled the void,
Who wasn’t you,
And the light started to dawn on me.
You weren’t nearly good enough for me
And I saw
In him everything that you were not.
I saw a caring, compassionate person,
Considerate,
And comfortable in their own skin.
Sure, they weren’t perfect by any means –
No one is –
But they didn’t need to be when by my side.
I wonder how long it will be until you fold,
Come crawling back
Full of false apologies and fake remorse.
I’m not sorry for anything I said to you,
Not one bit,
And I have finally woken up to myself.
All those times you pressed my buttons
Just to see
What kind of reaction you’d get out of me.
Did no one ever tell you not to poke a bear?
Not once?
Well, you poked this bear one too many times.
One day I will learn to forgive myself –
Not today –
But I will never forget the lesson you taught me.
Saturday, May 23, 2020
The Affair That Never Was, Or Might Have Been
23/05/2020 – Iso Well-Being Compilation
I don’t know when it started.
The casual flirting on both sides,
Feeling perfectly natural and quite alright,
But looking back, sin hides.
Do you remember me sitting there
With your wife just beside us,
Your hand on my bare thigh
But no one made a fuss.
There were clearly signs we missed,
Or maybe chose to ignore.
And once we stepped over each line
We couldn’t return to the one before.
We’d dance together, laugh together,
Forget the rest of the world.
We’d wine together, dine together,
Our friendship fully unfurled.
The moment came, I remember well,
As we stood together that day,
Away from everybody else
Without a word to say.
We understood each other
(ourselves not so much),
We both knew on some level
This wouldn’t stop with a touch.
We faced out to the ocean,
You wrapped your arms around me.
This was nothing new, you know,
It was a natural way to be.
I wanted to melt into you,
Dreams and reality to be one,
Our love blinding us forever,
Burning brighter than the sun.
I felt you pressed against my back
And closed my eyes to the view.
I wanted to hold onto the moment
And be forever with you.
I knew what I wanted from you
But I was afraid of asking –
Maybe you didn’t feel it
Or were you too good at masking?
You dropped your head and kissed mine,
Light and delicately placed
And even now I’m taken back
To when you made my heart race.
I turned to face you then
And we shared a knowing look
My heart crying out for you
And my heart an open book.
But no matter what my heart wanted
My mind had to draw the line
And not allow us to step over
No matter how I may pine.
I sunk my face into your chest,
My cheek against your shirt;
I felt safe and warm and loved
Far beyond a simple flirt.
I’ve dreamt of what might have been,
Our lips have met in my sleep,
But in real life I pulled away
And this secret I would keep.
You tucked your hand under my chin
To look into my eyes,
I caught my breath in anticipation
And your mouth told no lies.
But what if I hadn’t?
What might have been?
Where might we be now?
How would we be seen?
Our worlds collided then,
There was no turning back –
Changing the course of history;
Walking down a different track
We’ve stayed friends through this
But it’s not the same as it was before
Never knowing that connection
And always wanting more.
The secret we kept weighed heavily,
Moments stolen when we could,
Not wanting to let you go
Even though it was for the greater good.
I could have asked you to choose
But I knew what you’d say.
I’d rather let you go
Than have you throw me away.
I’d always want more
Than you could ever give,
And you’d return home to her
Yet, somehow, I’d forgive.
It’s been more than a decade
And I still long for your touch.
Fleeting hugs drag me in,
But feelings cost too much.
But I could never forgive myself
For wanting what wasn’t mine.
I begged for you to stay with me,
Or for some kind of sign.
My heart breaks when I see you
And I know this never ends
But I can’t give you up
My torment is that we’re friends.
Together, we’d light fireworks
Alone, the dark crept in.
I could not keep our secret,
I wished for it not to begin.
Even in my dreams
You’re not the one for me
And I pray that you’ll release me,
Please, set me free.