For My Friend

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Guns don’t kill people, suicide does;
you sold your eyes so long ago
that you’ve forgotten what Detroit looks like.

Well, it looks like a ruin
and we leave it at that:
we kings and queens
of digital thorns in digital sides
in computer space where limits are lost
and I have lost my remote self-control.

My inspiration comes from here and there
but mostly from here.
Let’s open up like empty coffins,
let’s not fold like a 2-7 offsuit
but play this hand even when we fear the end is bitter.
And no end is as bitter as the one you enter willingly
or who knows?
Maybe you do now.

Coming to Terms (version II)

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White were the walls and the thoughts so loud,
as white as the writing on that wall;
that one last line I can never make out
of how temporary is all.

I set cups on the table and I watch them fill
with wine and water, with truth and time;
and truth is that one day each cup will spill
and that’s what was written on that last line.

This Is Gonna Hurt

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Ain’t this life just a Trojan horse?
Soon as you let lax, second you give go
it opens hellgates
and thousand-strong they pour out

pouring you out of time, of water and wine,
of reason and rhyme, of matching lifestyles,
of hatching hope, of music too loud to talk over,
of lightless corners to take shelter in,
of purpose, of choices

POINT BEING they pour you out of you.
Who do? They do. We do. I do.
We each guilty as fuck. We all filling in for someone better.
We all just playing the part. We all faking. We all giving, none taking.
And no offence and none taken. We all static noise.

There are no weekend addictions:
you either need something or you don’t.
Gathered in your arms
piece by piece
as I throw myself into a scream.

Life can go one of one ways.

Song Lines That Remind Me Of You

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“There might be ones who are smarter than you,
that have the right answers, that wear better shoes”

“Al le my gemoedstoestand so blou
sal ek altyd die berge kan onthou
Die poel water weerkaats
die flitse die riete
die beloftes van liefde
wat die wolke geheim hou”

“It’s an unspoken heartbreak, a heartbroken handshake
I take with me where I go”

“Slow it down, Angie, come back to bed”

“It’s better to feel pain than nothing at all
the opposite of love’s indifference
so pay attention now: I’m on your porch, screaming out
and I ain’t leaving till you come downstairs”

“There’s some things that I should never”

Songs quoted are, in order of appearance:

Bloc Party – Sunday

Fokofpolisiekar – Prioritiseer

Passenger – Patient Love

The Lumineers – Slow it Down

The Lumineers – Stubborn Love

The National – I Need My Girl

All song lyrics have been used under the principle of fair use and with utmost respect to original authors. I do not claim any copyright on individual lines nor suggest original authorship of them in this instance. If you wish to have your original content removed from this work, please contact me at wroteapoemtoday@gmail.com to request for the partial or complete removal of your original content. Thank you to all the original authors for creating art that has inspired me, moved me and mattered so much to me in certain times of my life.

Poem 5/2

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I don’t believe in myself
in the way I don’t believe in Santa Claus,
in good ol’ Tricky Nick of yesteryear
– always leaving the stockings empty.

And by now I’ve learned to fill’em with songs of your skin,
whispers of better days waiting in the wings.

I pass by this smoking blonde
– yeah, smoking in both senses of the word –
and flinch at her pin eyes; a doll in her voodoo world.
May my day be the taste of her on my tongue:
it is L&M.