The Beach (Part 1)

Written in 2004, when I was 18. The language is a little juvenile and the symmetry jerky, but I am still proud of some of the imagery.

We are here,

Our little corner of paradise,

Just You and I.

We can see,

The sun slowly sinking. Casting shades

Of gentle warmth.

We can feel,

The wind pushing from all directions,

Against our embrace.

We both know,

This moment of strength and serenity,

Will too soon pass.

We are one,

Hands locked, rosé cheeks softly touching,

Our cold lips soften.

We are here.

Together. This moment is all ours.

Just You and I.

Assimilated Learning

Don't leave.

He wailed.

At me.

Don't leave.

She's living with a broken man.

A broken man like me, not me.

You just do it to yourself.

Yourself.

Yourself.

Yourself.

Just to yourself.

Though I have tried to save you

I cannot save myself.

Myself.

Myself.

I Am Born Of Charm

She is like frostbite.
To me. Burning, then freezing.

That. I am.
I give to her, for tomorrow
forever
forgotten.

She seems like an angel
glass skin over steel bones.
Hardened soul beneath tender frame.

Put your arms around me
that I may know who thou art.
Tragically tempting
subtley sweet.
Forever breaking.

In a dream you died.
Fear shakes my spine
bring sweats of hot
and cold. Night after
night.
I am born of charm.

Ryan, you were right

I have been cast out, a dead space, onto
this fearsome and bloodied deck;
with all these words clutched close to my chest, in
a bundle of fears and tears.
I grasp for air and struggle, as I am
pounded and thrown of my feet.
This then, I realise, as I catch your
eyes, amongst the shadows, fleetingly as
the cold water drowns: I see monsters
and I am very afraid.

In Prague (Wendy Cope)

You went, searching
for the lost to comfort

viewed many big cities-
sixteen in all.

Settled alone, but content
in Prague, city of hope.

I still dog behind you-
a wet and smelly ghost.

The day. The night.

We are they who are
never free. Caught in a
bundle
of twilight's tears.

We are at once
united by the same
sharp hope. The sour
taste of the worm resolute
still.

We are the sins that
repel hell's door. We are
doom and we are snared.
Tight.
Tonight.
Twilight. In tears.
In fears.

I am the end of the
beginning. The pulse bound.
Stretched.