So it’s over? I didn’t realise
It’s so much colder, but it was no surprise
Did you ever get to know me?
‘Cause it has never been so plain to see
And when you say you won’t forget me
Well I can tell you that’s untrue…
Laughter, that’s all it was, plain and simple, but to me it was a taste of a thousand pink cloud summers spinning overhead the aegan firmament, all at once. Those sunshine glances melting dulcet like sugar cubes in freshly-brewed coffee and lingering softly in dusky southern winds, trailing a fragrant aroma of a verdant fruit orchard freshly blossoming in spring afternoons. Captivated ears perked up as clumsy legs tangled together in a giggling mess of auburn hair and sapphire glances, and the most quiescent sliver of blushing stardust glimmered above it all in enamoured amusement; our faraway symphonic orchestra humming about a foggy eventide streetlight dalliance, concealed under burning shadows on a shivering autumn gloom. Laughter, that’s all it was, elegant and intricate, tasting of an effulgent fireworks display of blueberry ice cream and bubblegum-stained candy floss and red velvet chocolate, all detonating and delicately fizzling out like an exquisite festival in my minty tongue. But the ephemeral seasons have come and gone like drizzling October rain, and that was my final winter’s chill. I don’t want to feel warm ever again.
And I’ve worn out all the reasons
To keep on knocking at your door
Could be the changing of the seasons
But I don’t love you anymore…
A withheld stare, innocent amusement building up in the corners of his lungs.
“What’s he doing?”
That grin, so boyishly charming, a flustered cherub could strike an arrow straight between his teeth.
His fingers slightly shivered. A deceptive thought bubbled in his afflicted chest.
He didn’t pop it. He wouldn’t dare.
Cobalt eyes quietly blinking with mirth. Delicate figures dancing solipsistic circles over gloomy minds. A feeling so delightful, yet unsustainable and fleeting.
He was alone. And yet he laughed like he wasn’t.
“Being an idiot, that’s what.”
And for that feeling of happiness, he would do it all over again.
It’s the fact that you are entertained
For virtually no proper reason at all
Only finding your fickle amusement
When I’m laughing so out of the blue
Because you’ll never have to find any
No, you’re merely content with seeing
Happiness in others, and your innocent
Soul finds that as all the more reason to
Smile in this solemn, humourless world.
“If I die now, you’ll be fine, wouldn’t you?” Came the morbid question, startlingly from out of nowhere, the tone rather earnest and solemn, as the rest of her contradictory body moved to pack up her bright clothes and stunning makeup in preparation for the party she was going to attend in that very evening; a glamorous night out in the city hotel for endless hours of revelry and colourful strobe lights and dancing with her inebriated friends.
“Not if I die first.” Was the equally-morbid devil-may-care reply, swift and acerbic, passed off in a jovial manner, accompanied by an amused grin and a playful hand slap, as he continued to stare jadedly at the glaring screen of his computer, thinking about the bottles of whiskey and cola that he secretly stashed away at the very back of the fridge, to be consumed later on at midnight in his bedroom with some crisps; a little party of his own.
They both smiled at each other quietly and let the conversation slide, and they went about with their business. They knew neither one was joking. And they knew they couldn’t do anything about it. So they just pretended to laugh.
I’m a ghost in your eyes
A shadow you can’t seem to recognise
I have a thought of you for every, star in the sky
But I’m scared, I’ll never cross your mind…
Lusted contrivances hold a harangued heart
The chaos of the slow moment is lost in the depart
Further regressing, counting ocean shore waves
Falling into the demesnes of a shadow I can’t save
Where the houses are burned to build a bonfire
And the dissemination is nothing but a pipe desire
What can be wrong with the things one can’t expect?
And what does this heedless vitriol bring to that next?
The sharpest tools have rusted away into desperation
Until one can no longer cut away those strings of infection
Finding museum peace over the turnstiles of amusement
This heart may be heavy but the weight can circumvent.
Will our stars ever align?
Will two hearts, beat in time?
These words you should always remember
To you, my heart I surrender…
i toss a toy
to mollify you
on your chubby face
“dog”, you utter
face crinkled in confusion
i smile and say “yes,
dog goes ruff!”
emitting a growl
and the best bark i can do
at the last part
cheery sound breaking
my internal bedlam
and hold the toy
closer to my face
where i could kiss it
in the same way you did
and so i do;
and then i clamp it
in between my mouth
and attack you with tickles
barking and laughing
as you squeal in delight
and the plastic toy
as we both fall over
in silliness and happiness
on that pastel pink
adorable owl-spangled bed
this is a nonsensical tale
no one wants to bite
but we are truly barking mad,
aren’t we, child?