Like my sister, for half my life
The brighter half
The harder half
I used to be lonely
But now I just pause
Pause before the memory of you and I
Space out the times that've passed
Try and sort out the toughest bits
Try to work out what we are
Never quite lovers
Yet we tried to go all those places
Never quite friends, how we hurt each other too much
More like family, but your sex and smile
Brings the same danger
of twenty years ago
Our love like forbidden cousins
Destined to falter, destined to remain.
And I still don't know what you think of me
Yet to me you're all clear
You've come in waves - my desires, my nightmares,
my friendly cruel lover
Then my fascination,
now my other
There must be something that draws you to me
Other than your terror of facing all this alone
I guess you must love me
And I guess that deep down
You wish I was your brother
Some day soon
We might just reach that settled place
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Like my sister, for half my life
The brighter half
The harder half
I used to be lonely
But now I just pause
Pause before the memory of you and I
Space out the times that've passed
Try and sort out the toughest bits
Try to work out what we are
Never quite lovers
Yet we tried to go all those places
Never quite friends, how we hurt each other too much
More like family, but your sex and smile
Brings the same danger
of twenty years ago
Our love like forbidden cousins
Destined to falter, destined to remain.
And I still don't know what you think of me
Yet to me you're all clear
You've come in waves - my desires, my nightmares,
my friendly cruel lover
Then my fascination,
now my other
There must be something that draws you to me
Other than your terror of facing all this alone
I guess you must love me
And I guess that deep down
You wish I was your brother
Some day soon
We might just reach that settled place
Tremors,
Wow! How astounding to have put all that into words!
Like my sister, for half my life
The brighter half
The harder half
I used to be lonely
But now I just pause
Pause before the memory of you and I
Space out the times that've passed
Try and sort out the toughest bits
Try to work out what we are
Never quite lovers
Yet we tried to go all those places
Never quite friends, how we hurt each other too much
More like family, but your sex and smile
Brings the same danger
of twenty years ago
Our love like forbidden cousins
Destined to falter, destined to remain.
And I still don't know what you think of me
Yet to me you're all clear
You've come in waves - my desires, my nightmares,
my friendly cruel lover
Then my fascination,
now my other
There must be something that draws you to me
Other than your terror of facing all this alone
I guess you must love me
And I guess that deep down
You wish I was your brother
Some day soon
We might just reach that settled place
Tremors,
Wow! How astounding to have put all that into words!
Thanks Half Full, thanks
I have been reading more of your poetry here, and every time I do I am genuinely thinking Wow - this woman should be published. I really think your poems should be read more widely - they are tremendous. And I remember you telling me you weren't sure about starting to write poems!
Thanks for your kind words here - they mean a lot.
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Light washed the streets today
I was begging for warmth
And now I'm begging for cool
Temperature rising, like too much and my thoughts
Start to bubble up
Too much heat and my head
threatens to erupt
And spill my secrets all over the sidewalk
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The objects glow
Magic enters the world
Signs and signals speak of inspiration, forgiveness,
charge and that sheen
You're invincible
Read lucid tracks
Sprayed in pink on the walls
The flip side
Showing the way through
The sparkle
Like the spray of the ocean
on a sunbaked back
The glow, the tremor in the guts
Secret routes
Magic routes
Whispers from the elders
Whispers of the past
Whispers of direction
Whisper of protection
That glow
The one that saved me from the daemons
The one that led me one day
To the lake where Jesus sat
Led me to the strength
To take the bright road back
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You wanted to eat yourself thin
You wanted to be less than his shadow
So the rain wouldn't get in
You always said the less of you
The more you felt the world
The more you receded, the more you saw it all
So late nights waiting up
For candles to burn down
So strung out on the wire
So, echoes in the hall
So further and further
and less to find behind the walls
You fill yourself with sweet dreams
Half truths and half filled promises
You make yourself a pledge
For this week and the rest
You never tell me that you've done it
Until you're back on top of it
Never ask for help
Right there in the thick of it
The sad part is
it took me all these years to know
How the light I see within you
Is the one glowing through the patches
The light within you is showing through the bare worn out patches
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You wanted to eat yourself thin
You wanted to be less than his shadow
So the rain wouldn't get in
You always said the less of you
The more you felt the world
The more you receded, the more you saw it all
So late nights waiting up
For candles to burn down
So strung out on the wire
So, echoes in the hall
So further and further
and less to find behind the walls
You fill yourself with sweet dreams
Half truths and half filled promises
You make yourself a pledge
For this week and the rest
You never tell me that you've done it
Until you're back on top of it
Never ask for help
Right there in the thick of it
The sad part is
it took me all these years to know
How the light I see within you
Is the one glowing through the patches
The light within you is showing through the bare worn out patches
This one is lovely ...I can relate
reminds me of my big sister I lost to cancer some years ago.
I've seen the same light....I think.
thanks tremors for the loving thought
You wanted to eat yourself thin
You wanted to be less than his shadow
So the rain wouldn't get in
You always said the less of you
The more you felt the world
The more you receded, the more you saw it all
So late nights waiting up
For candles to burn down
So strung out on the wire
So, echoes in the hall
So further and further
and less to find behind the walls
You fill yourself with sweet dreams
Half truths and half filled promises
You make yourself a pledge
For this week and the rest
You never tell me that you've done it
Until you're back on top of it
Never ask for help
Right there in the thick of it
The sad part is
it took me all these years to know
How the light I see within you
Is the one glowing through the patches
The light within you is showing through the bare worn out patches
This one is lovely ...I can relate
reminds me of my big sister I lost to cancer some years ago.
I've seen the same light....I think.
thanks tremors for the loving thought
Thanks Pandi. Out of all the pieces I have written out here, I kind of think this one is one of the best - can't quite say why, it just seemed to say what I wanted to say in certain words.
You sound like you have suffered some very hard things in life. It's amazing you are so strong and positive.
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Remember the morning we dug up your gun
The worms in the barrel, the hangin' sun
Those first nervous evenings perfume and gin
The lost smell on your breath as I helped you get it in
The rush of your lips, the feel of your name
The beat of your heart, the devil's arcade
You said heroes are needed, so heroes get made
Somebody made a bet, somebody paid
The cool desert morning, then nothin' to save
Just metal and plastic where your body caved
The slow games of poker with Lieutenant Ray
In the ward with the blue walls, a sea with no name
Where you lie adrift with the heroes
Of the devil's arcade
You sleep and dream of your buddies Charlie and Jim
And wake with the thick desert dust on your skin
A voice says "Don't worry, I'm here"
Just whisper the word 'tomorrow' in my ear
A house on a quiet street, a home for the brave
The glorious kingdom of the sun on your face
Rising from a long night as dark as the grave
On a thin chain of next moments
And something like faith
On a morning to order, a breakfast to make
A bed draped in sunshine, a body that waits
For the touch of your fingers
The end of a day
The beat of your heart, the beat of your heart
The beat of your heart, the beat of her heart
The beat of your heart, the beat of her heart
The beat of her heart, the slow burning away
Of the bitter fires of the devil's arcade
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Winding roads
Snaking, spiralling
Crossroads come,
Crossroads
Go
Serpent at the roadside
Spiked right through and writhing
from the last time
Empty desert roads
Stretch out
My horizon
The horizon
I always looked for the horizon
So long as there's horizon
I am safe
I can hope
No time to stop for long
Just refresh and on my way
The next time
The next time
The next time it happens....
Just pray
There isn't a next time
The next time I just pray
That the people that were there for me
May still be alive
No certainty
The uncertainty eats me,
gnaws me like the curse
I can't ever say there won't be a next time
Any more.
The fragile dream that all is over
All behind us
Such a fragile dream today.
Strength
Comes in waves
Sometimes I know I couldn't be stronger
And I'm back living the fragile dream
A turn of phrase
An echo
A change of place
A fateful encounter
Two fateful encounters away
From oblivion. Familiar oblivion
Too familiar
Too terribly familiar
So I flirt with the danger
Keep it close and in my pocket
The shiny knife I carry next to my heart
Ready to sever the trail
Ruthless, cut it off
Ready to sever the horizon
Ready to turn upon myself
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Light washed the streets today
I was begging for warmth
And now I'm begging for cool
Temperature rising, like too much and my thoughts
Start to bubble up
Too much heat and my head
threatens to erupt
And spill my secrets all over the sidewalk
just read your latest stuff - it's great! seriously, amazing writing as usual tremors
My family, have changed more than I
I've changed them
I saw them today, we were together
They all get on with me better than each other
When I'm myself
When the monster has gone
Relief, permeates the heat haze, palpably
Like today the day baked, then ended in hail
It was kind of weird
So me and my family
And so much easier to love me
Now the obscene shit that poured from my mouth
Has run it's course
Now you're better
They say
They say they must have got it right
But they are wrong
Those people abused me, while they stood by
Took their side
The only reason I'm kind today
Is because I managed to drag myself away
Managed to drag my broken twisted body away
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Over years he watched his son tortured and tormented by demons, and the first time, it terrified him so greatly he found God again. He learned how to pray for dear life, and it worked. And his son survived. And today he still goes and kneels in the dusty chapel. Today he is bigger stronger deeper wiser. He is a good man. He saved my life.
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I found a book on how to be invisible
Take a pinch of keyhole
And fold yourself up
You cut along the dotted lines
You think inside out
You're invisible
Eye of Braille
Hem of anorak
Stem of wallflower
Hair of doormat
I found a book on how to be invisible
On the edge of the labyrinth
Under a veil you must never lift
Pages you must never turn
In the labyrinth
You stand in front of a million doors
And each one holds a million more
Corridors that lead to the world
Of the invisible
Corridors that twist and turn
Corridors that blister and burn
Eye of Braille
Hem of anorak
Stem of wallflower
Hair of doormat
Is that the wind from the desert song?
Is that an autumn leaf falling?
Or is that you walking home?
Is that the wind from the desert song?
Is that an autumn leaf falling?
Or is that you walking home?
Is that a storm in the swimming pool?
You take a pinch of keyhole
And fold yourself up
You cut along the dotted lines
You think inside out
You jump round three times
You jump into the mirror
You're invisible
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Pieces stretch then disintegrate
In the freefall through the night
Body forgotten, thins in stages
Until only eyes remain
until you become a smudge a footprint
Footprints in clay, footprints in snow
And then even the footprints go
Thin as a radio antenna
Your mass will leave no trace
but your voice will be remembered
A still night still resounds and echoes
With the voices of the night before
This place is already haunted
It's your turn to haunt the place some more
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They say they must have got it right
But they are wrong
Those people abused me, while they stood by
Took their side
The only reason I'm kind today
Is because I managed to drag myself away
Managed to drag my broken twisted body away
Wow, this end was heavy for me. Sorry if you had to go through that physical or emotional torture way back when. I hope it all ends well, or works itself out somehow. Take care.
They say they must have got it right
But they are wrong
Those people abused me, while they stood by
Took their side
The only reason I'm kind today
Is because I managed to drag myself away
Managed to drag my broken twisted body away
Wow, this end was heavy for me. Sorry if you had to go through that physical or emotional torture way back when. I hope it all ends well, or works itself out somehow. Take care.
A lot of my poems these days seem to deal with my experience of how I have been treated by the mental health system, and my experience of altered mental states (psychotic 'illness'). I do believe I have been abused by the mental health system - chemically, emotionally, physically - but what I have experienced is not nearly so bad as the different kinds of abuses others have suffered in life. So, I have strong feelings - but I also count my blessings!
Thanks - things are working out! Things are a lot better nowadays
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They say they must have got it right
But they are wrong
Those people abused me, while they stood by
Took their side
The only reason I'm kind today
Is because I managed to drag myself away
Managed to drag my broken twisted body away
Wow, this end was heavy for me. Sorry if you had to go through that physical or emotional torture way back when. I hope it all ends well, or works itself out somehow. Take care.
A lot of my poems these days seem to deal with my experience of how I have been treated by the mental health system, and my experience of altered mental states (psychotic 'illness'). I do believe I have been abused by the mental health system - chemically, emotionally, physically - but what I have experienced is not nearly so bad as the different kinds of abuses others have suffered in life. So, I have strong feelings - but I also count my blessings!
Thanks - things are working out! Things are a lot better nowadays
:wave: You wrote earlier about me being positive...
you've explained how this is so... here in your words ...here in how you feel.
It being the darkness that makes us appreciate the light and above all else the empathy for what others must endure.
A heart that aches for others finds the light in their own.
thanks for sharing tremors and helping us all to feel.
It being the darkness that makes us appreciate the light and above all else the empathy for what others must endure.
A heart that aches for others finds the light in their own.
Profound words - which I do believe, and have found to be true. Very much so.
amazing words Pandora - and they are so true. Reminds me of this:
"It's better to light a candle, then to curse the darkness" - amnesty international's motto, a chinese proverb i think
tremors - your poems, your writings are great. definitely heavy, but wonderful
thank you both for sharing
Dropping a coin into the well of the ineffable. I make a wish. Again, again. Some lost souls burn the candle with me tonight, as some lost girl hides out, watching, from a distance. So much to tell you and yet I hold back, waiting for something, a light through the crack. A cruel beauty in the gap. Heightened emotion, deadened, heightened, and so it begins again. Time was when I felt more, not too long ago. Sobriety and sanity can get so sterile. Waiting for the touchpaper. To go up. One last push, distance closes and the girl, observing, finds a way out.
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When the separation came
When she deserted me
I could only reach for a song
Trying to reach her from the other room
Me the strong one, cracking up
Too much weight for her to bear
I was there for you
I just wish you could have stayed for me too
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Today the air was clear, with those trails in the sky where you don't know if they are jets, or just thin stretched out clouds. I went down to the cathedral where I was Christened, the cathedral where my dad remarried. I looked at the light coming through the thick stained glass; colours so rich and deep, they made my heart beat deeper. And when I stood up from the bench I felt the blood pound down in my throat, my head... made me reel and catch my breath. Like a little taste of life, of death, all in one go. Maybe like the feeling you would get, when you're getting ready to go..... I had to stand still for a good minute, and my eyes were filled with the huge rich tapestry on the recessed wall, a gracious body, an aura, blood and nails. I thought of the pain and the passion, of the final hours, of the mortality, and of how I don't believe the message was of sacrifice, but simply of forgiveness.
Later I drove to meet my mother and her oldest friend, come up from London, an actress - such a voice..... voice like the upper class ones, but she has no money. My Mum went to find the car, and her friend told me stories from their childhood - stuff I never knew. We talked of Wuthering Heights - how it is the book that most gets you in adolescence; how she was writing from the heath, from somewhere primal, from her young womanhood - writing straight out of the hills, and the unconscious. Such an untamed energy; speaking from inexperience, from the only experience of youth - passion. We couldn't understand the people that didn't like it - maybe they come to it too late - as adults - maybe they know too much. It's the kind of book that makes you want to swallow the scenery whole, makes you feel something, makes your heart pound, makes you want to fall in love, go wild, go mad; to break out of this sterile trap, and yell, scream - live, scream and love.
And today reminded me of something I read when I used to go and study all the late nights in the college library, whilst my friends were getting drunk, and waiting for me - remembering how I always had to turn another page - but how I'd make it to them eventually. It was the poet Derek Walcott - he started his best collection with a quote:
"What makes the artist is the circumstance that in his youth he was more deeply moved by the sight of works of art than by that of the things which they portray."
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A day when I don't leave the house
A day for not putting on the armour
For waiting
For feeling the fragile
Waiting for the soft vulnerability to come,
and to pass
No defences
Waiting for tomorrow's strength to come
Plugging myself in
On standby
And knowing from experience
That energy returns
Returns to fill the gap
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Through the haze of the smoke in the room
I caught your golden gaze
I knew there were better days
With the rays of the sun through the roof
I caught your golden gaze
Knew there were better days
Your golden gaze
Golden gaze your golden gaze
Your golden gaze
Star spangled shades shade your eyes
But could never hide your golden gaze
Your golden gaze
Red summer skies bright your smile
And could never hide your golden gaze
Your golden gaze
In the dawn of the morning rain
I caught your golden gaze
Golden days
Your golden gaze
Through the haze of the smoke in the room
I caught your golden gaze
I knew these were better days
Your golden gaze
Your golden gaze
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The brighter half
The harder half
I used to be lonely
But now I just pause
Pause before the memory of you and I
Space out the times that've passed
Try and sort out the toughest bits
Try to work out what we are
Never quite lovers
Yet we tried to go all those places
Never quite friends, how we hurt each other too much
More like family, but your sex and smile
Brings the same danger
of twenty years ago
Our love like forbidden cousins
Destined to falter, destined to remain.
And I still don't know what you think of me
Yet to me you're all clear
You've come in waves - my desires, my nightmares,
my friendly cruel lover
Then my fascination,
now my other
There must be something that draws you to me
Other than your terror of facing all this alone
I guess you must love me
And I guess that deep down
You wish I was your brother
Some day soon
We might just reach that settled place
Send my credentials to the house of detention
Tremors,
Wow! How astounding to have put all that into words!
Thanks Half Full, thanks
I have been reading more of your poetry here, and every time I do I am genuinely thinking Wow - this woman should be published. I really think your poems should be read more widely - they are tremendous. And I remember you telling me you weren't sure about starting to write poems!
Thanks for your kind words here - they mean a lot.
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I was begging for warmth
And now I'm begging for cool
Temperature rising, like too much and my thoughts
Start to bubble up
Too much heat and my head
threatens to erupt
And spill my secrets all over the sidewalk
Send my credentials to the house of detention
The objects glow
Magic enters the world
Signs and signals speak of inspiration, forgiveness,
charge and that sheen
You're invincible
Read lucid tracks
Sprayed in pink on the walls
The flip side
Showing the way through
The sparkle
Like the spray of the ocean
on a sunbaked back
The glow, the tremor in the guts
Secret routes
Magic routes
Whispers from the elders
Whispers of the past
Whispers of direction
Whisper of protection
That glow
The one that saved me from the daemons
The one that led me one day
To the lake where Jesus sat
Led me to the strength
To take the bright road back
Send my credentials to the house of detention
You wanted to be less than his shadow
So the rain wouldn't get in
You always said the less of you
The more you felt the world
The more you receded, the more you saw it all
So late nights waiting up
For candles to burn down
So strung out on the wire
So, echoes in the hall
So further and further
and less to find behind the walls
You fill yourself with sweet dreams
Half truths and half filled promises
You make yourself a pledge
For this week and the rest
You never tell me that you've done it
Until you're back on top of it
Never ask for help
Right there in the thick of it
The sad part is
it took me all these years to know
How the light I see within you
Is the one glowing through the patches
The light within you is showing through the bare worn out patches
Send my credentials to the house of detention
reminds me of my big sister I lost to cancer some years ago.
I've seen the same light....I think.
thanks tremors for the loving thought
Thanks Pandi. Out of all the pieces I have written out here, I kind of think this one is one of the best - can't quite say why, it just seemed to say what I wanted to say in certain words.
You sound like you have suffered some very hard things in life. It's amazing you are so strong and positive.
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Bruce Springsteen
Remember the morning we dug up your gun
The worms in the barrel, the hangin' sun
Those first nervous evenings perfume and gin
The lost smell on your breath as I helped you get it in
The rush of your lips, the feel of your name
The beat of your heart, the devil's arcade
You said heroes are needed, so heroes get made
Somebody made a bet, somebody paid
The cool desert morning, then nothin' to save
Just metal and plastic where your body caved
The slow games of poker with Lieutenant Ray
In the ward with the blue walls, a sea with no name
Where you lie adrift with the heroes
Of the devil's arcade
You sleep and dream of your buddies Charlie and Jim
And wake with the thick desert dust on your skin
A voice says "Don't worry, I'm here"
Just whisper the word 'tomorrow' in my ear
A house on a quiet street, a home for the brave
The glorious kingdom of the sun on your face
Rising from a long night as dark as the grave
On a thin chain of next moments
And something like faith
On a morning to order, a breakfast to make
A bed draped in sunshine, a body that waits
For the touch of your fingers
The end of a day
The beat of your heart, the beat of your heart
The beat of your heart, the beat of her heart
The beat of your heart, the beat of her heart
The beat of her heart, the slow burning away
Of the bitter fires of the devil's arcade
Send my credentials to the house of detention
Bruised
Grateful
Better
Alive
Send my credentials to the house of detention
Snaking, spiralling
Crossroads come,
Crossroads
Go
Serpent at the roadside
Spiked right through and writhing
from the last time
Empty desert roads
Stretch out
My horizon
The horizon
I always looked for the horizon
So long as there's horizon
I am safe
I can hope
No time to stop for long
Just refresh and on my way
The next time
The next time
The next time it happens....
Just pray
There isn't a next time
The next time I just pray
That the people that were there for me
May still be alive
No certainty
The uncertainty eats me,
gnaws me like the curse
I can't ever say there won't be a next time
Any more.
The fragile dream that all is over
All behind us
Such a fragile dream today.
Strength
Comes in waves
Sometimes I know I couldn't be stronger
And I'm back living the fragile dream
A turn of phrase
An echo
A change of place
A fateful encounter
Two fateful encounters away
From oblivion. Familiar oblivion
Too familiar
Too terribly familiar
So I flirt with the danger
Keep it close and in my pocket
The shiny knife I carry next to my heart
Ready to sever the trail
Ruthless, cut it off
Ready to sever the horizon
Ready to turn upon myself
Send my credentials to the house of detention
Thought of giving it all away
To a registered charity
All I need is a pint a day
If I ever get out of here"
Send my credentials to the house of detention
just read your latest stuff - it's great! seriously, amazing writing as usual tremors
this one, i love especially ^
fantastic
I've changed them
I saw them today, we were together
They all get on with me better than each other
When I'm myself
When the monster has gone
Relief, permeates the heat haze, palpably
Like today the day baked, then ended in hail
It was kind of weird
So me and my family
And so much easier to love me
Now the obscene shit that poured from my mouth
Has run it's course
Now you're better
They say
They say they must have got it right
But they are wrong
Those people abused me, while they stood by
Took their side
The only reason I'm kind today
Is because I managed to drag myself away
Managed to drag my broken twisted body away
Send my credentials to the house of detention
Send my credentials to the house of detention
I found a book on how to be invisible
Take a pinch of keyhole
And fold yourself up
You cut along the dotted lines
You think inside out
You're invisible
Eye of Braille
Hem of anorak
Stem of wallflower
Hair of doormat
I found a book on how to be invisible
On the edge of the labyrinth
Under a veil you must never lift
Pages you must never turn
In the labyrinth
You stand in front of a million doors
And each one holds a million more
Corridors that lead to the world
Of the invisible
Corridors that twist and turn
Corridors that blister and burn
Eye of Braille
Hem of anorak
Stem of wallflower
Hair of doormat
Is that the wind from the desert song?
Is that an autumn leaf falling?
Or is that you walking home?
Is that the wind from the desert song?
Is that an autumn leaf falling?
Or is that you walking home?
Is that a storm in the swimming pool?
You take a pinch of keyhole
And fold yourself up
You cut along the dotted lines
You think inside out
You jump round three times
You jump into the mirror
You're invisible
Send my credentials to the house of detention
In the freefall through the night
Body forgotten, thins in stages
Until only eyes remain
until you become a smudge a footprint
Footprints in clay, footprints in snow
And then even the footprints go
Thin as a radio antenna
Your mass will leave no trace
but your voice will be remembered
A still night still resounds and echoes
With the voices of the night before
This place is already haunted
It's your turn to haunt the place some more
Send my credentials to the house of detention
Wow, this end was heavy for me. Sorry if you had to go through that physical or emotional torture way back when. I hope it all ends well, or works itself out somehow. Take care.
A lot of my poems these days seem to deal with my experience of how I have been treated by the mental health system, and my experience of altered mental states (psychotic 'illness'). I do believe I have been abused by the mental health system - chemically, emotionally, physically - but what I have experienced is not nearly so bad as the different kinds of abuses others have suffered in life. So, I have strong feelings - but I also count my blessings!
Thanks - things are working out! Things are a lot better nowadays
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you've explained how this is so... here in your words ...here in how you feel.
It being the darkness that makes us appreciate the light and above all else the empathy for what others must endure.
A heart that aches for others finds the light in their own.
thanks for sharing tremors and helping us all to feel.
Profound words - which I do believe, and have found to be true. Very much so.
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amazing words Pandora - and they are so true. Reminds me of this:
"It's better to light a candle, then to curse the darkness" - amnesty international's motto, a chinese proverb i think
tremors - your poems, your writings are great. definitely heavy, but wonderful
thank you both for sharing
Thanks for the kind and thought provoking words
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When she deserted me
I could only reach for a song
Trying to reach her from the other room
Me the strong one, cracking up
Too much weight for her to bear
I was there for you
I just wish you could have stayed for me too
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Later I drove to meet my mother and her oldest friend, come up from London, an actress - such a voice..... voice like the upper class ones, but she has no money. My Mum went to find the car, and her friend told me stories from their childhood - stuff I never knew. We talked of Wuthering Heights - how it is the book that most gets you in adolescence; how she was writing from the heath, from somewhere primal, from her young womanhood - writing straight out of the hills, and the unconscious. Such an untamed energy; speaking from inexperience, from the only experience of youth - passion. We couldn't understand the people that didn't like it - maybe they come to it too late - as adults - maybe they know too much. It's the kind of book that makes you want to swallow the scenery whole, makes you feel something, makes your heart pound, makes you want to fall in love, go wild, go mad; to break out of this sterile trap, and yell, scream - live, scream and love.
And today reminded me of something I read when I used to go and study all the late nights in the college library, whilst my friends were getting drunk, and waiting for me - remembering how I always had to turn another page - but how I'd make it to them eventually. It was the poet Derek Walcott - he started his best collection with a quote:
"What makes the artist is the circumstance that in his youth he was more deeply moved by the sight of works of art than by that of the things which they portray."
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A day for not putting on the armour
For waiting
For feeling the fragile
Waiting for the soft vulnerability to come,
and to pass
No defences
Waiting for tomorrow's strength to come
Plugging myself in
On standby
And knowing from experience
That energy returns
Returns to fill the gap
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Every time I see them in the outside world
They flinch
They should do
After what they did to me
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Through the haze of the smoke in the room
I caught your golden gaze
I knew there were better days
With the rays of the sun through the roof
I caught your golden gaze
Knew there were better days
Your golden gaze
Golden gaze your golden gaze
Your golden gaze
Star spangled shades shade your eyes
But could never hide your golden gaze
Your golden gaze
Red summer skies bright your smile
And could never hide your golden gaze
Your golden gaze
In the dawn of the morning rain
I caught your golden gaze
Golden days
Your golden gaze
Through the haze of the smoke in the room
I caught your golden gaze
I knew these were better days
Your golden gaze
Your golden gaze
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And let the summer of the hook
Me barefoot, smoking in the yard
and soaking
It's been a while
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