Tag: old poetry

Technical Forfeit

*Another one I wrote when I was a littlun found in an old college notebook from… I’m guessing I was 19?*

The glimmer of the screen on a Thursday afternoon
The burn of my skin as the projection seeps in
Drenched in a sea of anxity as the clock ticks
It’s only a matter of time untill we’re done for

She can’t undertsand the burden of the schedule
The fatcats havn’t prossesed the transition
I wish i could shower you with tickets and promises
But the accounts as empty as my heart

If the connections become severed you need to act
Send her a messege, send her a code, send her a reply
Cos if you don’t she will tear you appart from the inside
And the moment shall only be postponed

You must let the technical use you, you can’t let feeling win
You must know the technical, it can only know
Feeling will lie, feelings on her side, don’t forfit by default
You can’t lose on technicality, it’s all you’ve got now

A words like art are objective in this world
I would murder for the one chance to explain with words
Text is a mere image i can’t explain it anymore so
The divide shall only grow in time, interpritation is not on my side

What i’d do to be blessed by that golorius image
Of the green dot to terraform to the dotted bubble
These hours of scilence, have set my time in ice
Maybe you’ve understood, what i’ve been fighting for

You must let the technical use you, you can’t let feeling win
You must know the technical, it can only know
Feeling will lie, feelings on her side, don’t forfit by default
You can’t lose on technicality, it’s all you’ve got now

The Most Romantic Reaction

Found this little cheesy number I wrote when I was 18, thought i’d share it with ya’llz, I think I posted this once then deleted out of shame, fear and more shame, but then I thought y’know… don’t forget where you came from yo yo

Bring me down slowly to the structures of old 
A barren ally wasteland to avoid the coming cold 
With objectives to make the truth to me clear 
Inching ever closer to a scheme to pry on fear 

Tear down the image of your dame 
Due to the lack of intentions to tame 
Now she’s on her claim to fame 
Any ideals you had hath been slain 

Distruaght by the truth, nothing short of bruised, and rather confused
Questioning what it is i’m now supposed to do 
She closes in and, wisper so softly 
‘You don’t need to witness this foley’ 
And i just know, she could be the one to save me 

No please don’t go 
Settle down, Take a seat 
Wrap yourself in my image 
And please stay with me 

Now just remeber what your mother told you son 
Their are rules and things that simply cannot be done 
But now the push has come to shove time to take your turn 
Prehaps after caving in you could tell her what you learned 

The plot thickens and i think ‘it’s great’ 
Victims to perpetraitors in seconds stright 
A twinkle in the eye hints at the sin 
How could we ever explain were we’ve been? 

‘Don’t blame yourself’ She states as she straifs in, ever so closer 
We’re millimeters away from commiting the ultimate sin 
Dispite what you have been told by many 
Thoese rules seem so unesscercy 
I’ve never felt so close and yet so far 

No please don’t go 
Hold on now, Take my hand 
Wrap yourself in my image 
And please come home with me