Demons

All my demons found me
At the setting of the sun
I felt the pain surround me
And I knew I could not run

Inner voices told me
That my life would be no good
I just need you to hold me
But I know you never would.

My mind is flying higher
As it leaves my body cold
And if I were to die here
At least I'd never grow too old.

Abstract

Lost and found
In a treasure trove that's come here from afar.
Made no sound
And you know I know that you've a broken heart.
Makes no sense
But it flows from the pen to the page.
See me again, heal my skin,
I fear I look my age.

LINES

The makeup never lasts forever,
The lines will find your face.
The lines I wrote you years ago,
You said were out of place.
Your beauty faded like the days,
That I could smile with you.
Upon your aspect every cut
You gave me I give you.

Hiding Light

I see your face
In every patch of black that hides the light.

I see your face
In every dream that haunts me every night.

I feel your ghost
On every gust of wind that chills my bones.

I feel your ghost
In every voice I hear when I'm alone.

I know your soul
Is in every song I sing that's out of tune.

I know your soul
It bathes me in the light that's from the moon.

Wish you were here.
You went away to somewhere else a bit too soon.

Longing

I can’t believe that you have gone
Can’t comprehend being here alone
Still see your face reflected in the sun.
One every bend in every road
I’m face to face with your vivid ghost
I see you in the pillar and the post.
I hope that you will never be
Away too far from here, from me
I hope that you will always see me, me
Me the one who you set free
Me the one who wants to be
With you, my friend, wherever you may be.
I can’t believe that you’re not here
Losing you – my only fear
Real, real, really near
But I will always hold you dear.

Mercury

Silver tears are falling from my eyes
Watched by your spies
Caused by your lies.

Mercury is running through my veins
Causing me pain
Caused by you, my friend.

Right through my bloodstream it goes
Killing my soul
Corroding my bones.

Into my heart I can feel
The mercury’s real
The poison ideal.

Into my head and my brain
Causing me pain
You’re not my friend.

Silver tears are falling now still
I know their will
They long to kill.

Wash Me Away

Wash me away and when I’m clean
you can
Inject somebody else and make a brand
new man.

Take away my soul and put a new
one in.
You’ll make another being but I won’t
be him.

Change the way I act and play with how
I feel.
Make the man you wanted but he won’t
be real.

Wash me away and make a whole
new guy.
Do it if you dare and then watch
me die.

Lifeless

Fall into the water
River to the sea
Ocean to the island where
You’ll find what’s left of me.

Go on up the hillside
Go swiftly as you climb
In a cave there will be bones and
The bones, they will be mine.

Airwaves to the heavens
In heaven I shall sleep
My mind deserts the body as
I fall through waters deep.

Pale and white and ageing
My body lies there dead
My eyes are finally empty of
The things which ruled my head.

Ashes in the water
River to the sea
Floating off the island where
You found the last of me.

Melodies

Acquiescent melodies are running through my brain
Melding, merging, melting, causing me great pain
Tunes that pull the heart strings driving me insane
And every time they stop they start up louder once again.

Lonely, listless, lost, the tunes inside my head
Sounds thump and batter and crash like a block of ten-ton lead
Dull and grey and full of sorrow, the melodies are dead
I wish that I could hear an optimistic tune instead.

Haunting, hating, howling, becoming discord in my mind
As a wall of tuneless noise pushes melody behind
Louder, ever louder, it makes my mind’s eye blind
And the “tune” bleeds on and on, cruel and unkind.

Orchestral swoops of agony leave my body cold
Drain my soul of energy and make my mind feel old
Crushing, painful, ugly, the tune is iron not gold
And the lyrics all mean nothing for there’s nothing to be told.

Old stuff found

Whilst trailing through my hard drive, I've found some old poems of mine - the next few posts today will be those poems, reproduced and unchanged or unedited. I'd guess these were written somewhere between 2001 and 2003, certainly no later. It's interesting to see that a lot of the themes returned in my later work - I guess my head has been full of this stuff for a long time.

Conversation at the Graveside

“You shouldn’t be here,” I said.

“Where else am I going to be?”

The voice. Instantly so familiar. A voice I never expected to hear again as long as I lived. I should have been asking how. I should have been in awe, but I wasn’t. In the moment, hearing her speak, just felt right.

She was right behind me. I could sense her, feel her there. I was standing by her grave, on the grass, looking at the headstone, the sun shining in the bright blue sky. A gentle breeze caressed me. I didn’t know if she was there, physically.

“Don’t turn around,” she said.

“But I want to see you.”

“You can’t. That’s not how it works. But I’m here. You get to talk to me.”

“How long for?” I asked.

“For as long as you need me.”

These words hit me like a fist. I realised I was here because I needed her. This wasn’t just a random visit, though of course I’d stood here many times before. Just lately, I’ve been feeling things I can’t put into words. Maybe it’s because I’m getting older, but I’ve been getting the sense of doors closing all around me, chances to do something, anything, good with my life slipping away.

And more, I’ve been feeling lonely. All around me, people are settling down together, and I’m still looking for a connection I can’t seem to find. And lately, I thought maybe I had found something, but it’s all become too complicated, and now I’m not so sure, and I’m still alone. And afraid I’ll be that way forever.

I just needed to speak to my old friend. And I don’t know how it happened, but here she was, right behind me, right when I needed her the most.

“I never came to see you,” I said, “and I still don’t know if I should regret that.”

“What do you mean, you never came to see me?”

“The body. When you died. Everyone else came to see you, but I didn’t. I couldn’t.”

I was shaking at this point. Grief I thought I’d kept a lid on, all those years ago, was coming back and overwhelming me.

“How do you remember me?” she asked.

A tough question. She always knew how to ask the tough questions.

There was a picture of her on the gravestone – a beautiful picture that captured so much of her essence. Taken at a moment when she had been so proud. It was iconic Ann. But that wasn’t how I remembered her.

“I remember you smiling,” I said, “always smiling. But more than that. I remember you as kind and wise. As the one woman who always knew what to say, what to do.”

“I’m glad,” she said, “I’m glad that’s how you remember me. You don’t want to remember a cold body. I’d already gone by then. You didn’t need to say goodbye to my body when my soul wasn’t there anymore.”

“I cried for you,” I said.

“I know,” she said, “I was there. I cried too. I cried because I couldn’t hold you and make you better, and let you know that where I am is so beautiful.”

The day she died, I remember coming back home and just knowing, from the way my mum was standing, that something was wrong. She told me in the living room, but I must have moved fairly quickly into the kitchen, because I remember looking at the cracked tile on the floor and wondering why I wasn’t crying. Time was cracked like the tile. I cried on my own in my room, looking at the balloons she’d given me just a week before for my birthday. The bag of Doritos, uneaten on my dressing table, where they remain to this day.

At her funeral, I was determined not to cry. Not in public, not with people watching. But the thought of never seeing her again eventually broke my resolve, and I broke down on my father’s shoulder. Overcome with grief, and out of control. And at that moment, so very, very alive.

“So how can you be here?” I asked.

“I can be anywhere,” she said, “but it’s much more difficult for me to talk. You’re a lucky boy.”

“Oh,” I said, “oh, I am.”

“So,” she said, “now I’m here, you might as well tell me what’s wrong.”

“I don’t even know where to start. Everything just feels wrong. It’s like I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing any more.”

“What do you want to do?”

“I just want to write. That’s all I want. I’ve never wanted to do anything else.”

I’m not a writer, really. Not a proper one. Oh, I can string sentences together, I can tell stories and make words rhyme, but I don’t earn anything from it. I’m unpublished. I lack the patience and self control to write anything long or lasting. I make my money selling electricals in a place I’ve worked in since I was seventeen, with the exception of a year I spent abroad. And every day I go to work and I just feel so unfulfilled.

“So what’s stopping you?” she asked.

“Me,” I said, and suddenly it was very clear. “I mean, what if I write stuff, and nobody reads it?”

“That’s not what you should be writing for,” she said, “write for you, write to make yourself happy, just do what you want to do. You’ve got a lot of life left to live.”

“And what about work?” I asked. “Why do I stay there?”

“Only you can answer that,” she said. “I’m not telling you to give it up, because you need the money. But you work a thirty nine hour week. That leaves plenty of time to do the things you want to do. And maybe if you do, your dreams will come true.”

“It’s not just that, though,” I said. “Sometimes I just feel so alone. I’ve given up looking for somebody to share my life with, because I just don’t believe he’s out there.”

“I’m not going to patronise you and say there’s someone for everyone. Some people go through life and never find anyone. But all you can do is just live your life with an open mind and an open heart. Don’t give up on being happy, even if feeling sad seems easier.”

And she was gone.

I suppose she’d told me the things I wanted to hear. Or the things I needed to hear.

I picked up a couple of stones from the ground and placed them on top of the headstone. It’s an old Jewish custom, I believe, but I like it. It feels more lasting than flowers.

I walked away, into the sunlight.

Beyond

Beyond the heartbreak,
After the pain,
I found my laughter, found my soul,
And I want to live again,

It's far from over,
It's just begun,
I don't know where I'm going,
But I'm having fun.

Out in the moonlight,
Underneath the stars,
The night seems lighter now,
And I'm going to go far.

Far away from here now,
To heal the scars inside my mind,
And all the pain I felt will be
Just a memory left behind.

For Trish

The smile that lights your face,
Has faded out of sight,
And when I look into your eyes,
I know that everything's not right.

I saw your pain, but you weren't fighting,
As she pressed upon your face,
Where were you? I can't find you,
Are you in another place?

Did you find what you were seeking?
Or are you coming back to stay?
The last time we were speaking,
I wish I'd known that I should say,

How very, very much I love you,
Though I know you know, for sure,
But I haven't said enough yet,
And I want to tell you so much more.

So come back and smile at me again,
If you feel as though you can,
But if you need to be with your angel,
You know that I'll still understand,

If you're here, if you're there,
Then you'll still be in my heart,
I want to say how much I love you,
But I don't know where to start.

You are family in a way,
That means so much more than blood,
And sometimes, when I was lonely,
I still knew you understood,

I don't know what I'd be without you,
And I don't want this to end,
You mean so much, there are no words,
But you're my family, my love, my friend.

An Apology, and a Eulogy

You broke my mind,
You broke my soul,
You even broke my heart,
But I'll forgive
Sins of the past,
To go back to the start.

I loved you both,
A little too much,
I guess I didn't know,
What I felt for you,
Was real and true,
But I could only show,

The demons who haunted
All my dreams
And hounded all my days,
And because of them,
I lost my friends,
And it all ended this way.

The clouds have gone,
The demons flown,
And now I see things clear.
Not all my fault,
And not all yours,
And I just wish you were here.

Someday

Someday soon the sun is going to shine,
Someday I'm going to find the one who's mine,
Now all I want to do is hold the hand,
Of the only other boy who understands.

Of the one boy who can see into my soul,
Of the one boy who was born to make me whole,
Of the boy with whom I'd never be afraid,
Of the boy for whom my aching heart was made.

Someday I'm going to gaze into the sky,
And I'm already going to know the reason why,
The reason I'm alive upon this Earth,
Is to be here with the boy who gives me worth.

Someday I'm going stare into the sun,
And I'm going to know I'm not the only one.

And I'm going to know I'm not the lonely one.