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A love in question --C.
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Oh is it fair, that the fare for happiness
is to seek the love, in spite of loneliness
Oh the fury and passion that boils
down and grind me as my body toils
I have lived alone for most of my life. I have grown
accustomed to my own company, the silence of the
other half of the bed, the bare side of the wardrobe.
I am told I should be in love by now, as if there is a
bus schedule outside my front door and a waiting list
for happiness. I don’t know what love is, but the movies
tell me it should be photoshopped bodies held close under
a designer sky, kissing in artificial rain, recording scenes
over and over until they are perfect, unmarred by honest
inflexions.
Is it not but fair that each soul has its mate
though I feel bitter if such is determined by fate
for where is such love without free will
Would you stay here, please, will you stay still
I have started to fall in love with a girl nothing like a screen siren.
in the mornings, her face is a mess of mascara streaks, her elbows
and knees blooming carnation pink. She sings rhapsodies with her
off-kilter hips and dances out of syncopation with everyone else.
She has spots, scars, the finger-prints of other lovers, the relics of
other homes scattered like bird-seed over her back. Her laugh is
loud and she trips over the pavement because she’s looking for stars
at noon and she trips over her words because she’s looking for moons
in my mouth and I swear this love is messy, is unco-ordinated, is a kiss
of nose meets teeth, of falling up the stairs, of tangled pillow-talk
nonsense that only translates as ‘stay, stay, stay’-
For I don't believe in such a tale of old
where one does not need to be brave and bold
for each has its own person link to his own
I rather, that I choose who my heart have known
The movies make it look easy. Boy meets girl in an awkward situation,
the roses bloom in one week of June and marriage is waiting around
the corner. But life isn’t easy, and I wouldn’t chose to have
Cupid hand-pick and deliver my soulmate to me. Instead, I will
wait for my footsteps to wander to the place and
time, for my bones to decide who holds them, for
my heart to stop and start so many times that each
almost ‘the one’ encounter can tally up like a heart
beat. I want to love the wrong people, learn from them,
study their smoke-sear sighs and their sand-slip fingers
because I have learned more about myself from others'
presence, have taught myself what love should be. And
love slips through the door while we make a haphazard
car-crash breakfast of burned toast and cereal with no
milk and I look at you with serenity. We chose this, we
chose this.
I will not let go, but not without your help
for I can not win alone, not by myself
And yes I know the roads are vast and dangerous
But I won't give you up, not to fate, I will not lose
(we hold hands crossing the road like we are leaving the
church and each autumn leaf tumbling down around us
is the confetti for the marriage of two minds, the truth
in true love.)
is to seek the love, in spite of loneliness
Oh the fury and passion that boils
down and grind me as my body toils
I have lived alone for most of my life. I have grown
accustomed to my own company, the silence of the
other half of the bed, the bare side of the wardrobe.
I am told I should be in love by now, as if there is a
bus schedule outside my front door and a waiting list
for happiness. I don’t know what love is, but the movies
tell me it should be photoshopped bodies held close under
a designer sky, kissing in artificial rain, recording scenes
over and over until they are perfect, unmarred by honest
inflexions.
Is it not but fair that each soul has its mate
though I feel bitter if such is determined by fate
for where is such love without free will
Would you stay here, please, will you stay still
I have started to fall in love with a girl nothing like a screen siren.
in the mornings, her face is a mess of mascara streaks, her elbows
and knees blooming carnation pink. She sings rhapsodies with her
off-kilter hips and dances out of syncopation with everyone else.
She has spots, scars, the finger-prints of other lovers, the relics of
other homes scattered like bird-seed over her back. Her laugh is
loud and she trips over the pavement because she’s looking for stars
at noon and she trips over her words because she’s looking for moons
in my mouth and I swear this love is messy, is unco-ordinated, is a kiss
of nose meets teeth, of falling up the stairs, of tangled pillow-talk
nonsense that only translates as ‘stay, stay, stay’-
For I don't believe in such a tale of old
where one does not need to be brave and bold
for each has its own person link to his own
I rather, that I choose who my heart have known
The movies make it look easy. Boy meets girl in an awkward situation,
the roses bloom in one week of June and marriage is waiting around
the corner. But life isn’t easy, and I wouldn’t chose to have
Cupid hand-pick and deliver my soulmate to me. Instead, I will
wait for my footsteps to wander to the place and
time, for my bones to decide who holds them, for
my heart to stop and start so many times that each
almost ‘the one’ encounter can tally up like a heart
beat. I want to love the wrong people, learn from them,
study their smoke-sear sighs and their sand-slip fingers
because I have learned more about myself from others'
presence, have taught myself what love should be. And
love slips through the door while we make a haphazard
car-crash breakfast of burned toast and cereal with no
milk and I look at you with serenity. We chose this, we
chose this.
I will not let go, but not without your help
for I can not win alone, not by myself
And yes I know the roads are vast and dangerous
But I won't give you up, not to fate, I will not lose
(we hold hands crossing the road like we are leaving the
church and each autumn leaf tumbling down around us
is the confetti for the marriage of two minds, the truth
in true love.)
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8/4/15 Napowrimo poem 8
NaPoWriMoÂ
Collaboration with the wonderful archaicglint who wrote the parts in italics
I think this went really well for my first ever collab 
NaPo 2015 Winners Feature 1/?
NaPoWriMoÂ
Collaboration with the wonderful archaicglint who wrote the parts in italics
I think this went really well for my first ever collab NaPo 2015 Winners Feature 1/?
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Nice job for your first collab, the both of you!My fav part:
"--I am told I should be in love by now, as if there is a
bus schedule outside my front door and a waiting list
for happiness--"
