Poems and prose about mortality, fragility, cancer, humanity, love & life. It’s not escapism but reality or the reality of a moment
Just you and me and a bottle or two
Some Netflix films and before we knew.
There we were, you melting into me
and I into you.
Like gravity at triple force. Our touch
grew closer with no remorse. It was the
perfect moment, the perfect night. Like
nothing else mattered, just being held
tight. That night you changed
my life.
With electricity the sparks ignite, heart
now throbbing, is it fear or delight? I
couldn’t lose another but here’s my
plight. I still wish I may I wish I might.
It’s ok to have a freckle on your face
As long as it’s in the perfect place
It’s ok to have curls
All wild and long
Streaming down, but never coming undone
It‘s ok to have some extra fat
As long as it’s placed where you guys want it at
It’s ok to work a medial job
As long as you don’t mind being called a bogan slob
It’s ok to be short
As long as you wish to not date
It’s ok to have small breasts
As long as you understand your unsexy fate
It’s ok to be very old
As long as you wish to be alone
It’s ok to be a poor man
As long as you wish to never own your home
It’s ok to be ill
It’s ok to be sick in the head
As long as you afford the drugs
But don’t expect sympathy lying in your bed
It’s ok to be many things
But mostly it’s just not
It’s always easier for the other
But if it’s you, it’s not
Try and think outside your space
Just consider another’s shoes
Would you really walk much further
Could you really choose?
Sometimes things are out of reach
No matter what we do
So be a little kinder dear
You’ve got nothing else to prove
Escape before your heart’s alight
That’s what they said to me.
But what’s the point in living on
If love’s nowhere to be seen
Open up and pull me in
I want a space to hide
Away from all our struggles
Away from all these lies
You look right through, but don’t connect It’s like we’re playing games
You move in me. We make amends but
Now I’m cast to sea
Can’t help just what I’m feeling.
Can’t save you from the past.
But today’s the day I walk away
I hope this thing called love will last
I’m a Trojan horse, a bruised petal.
Lucky, unlucky. Helpless, empowered.
I feel the poison tingle in my veins.
I’m as light as a feather, but as heavy as the mountain I tread upon.
My days so long, as my life seems so short.
Too tired to have shame, yet when I have the strength I blush.
Surprised by my see saw of emotion.
I keep on keeping on.
My spirit almost seems brighter from this dark, place I reside.
In the shadows light can grow, from a seed, rendered clean and pure of intention.
It seems more pristine in contrast to this heavy dark
I hold onto the light and try to pass the torch on. In doing so I see it shine brighter
Maybe this is the lesson learnt.
Give without measure to alleviate the darkness for good
JaxTrax 