Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Thursday, 1 September 2022

Spen

I’ll think of you
in spray paint stencilled dreams
The star speckled sky
A chattering of skulls
A purple stippled butterfly
The cosmos, a blinking eye.
Your art will live on
Your heart will, too.
Do you know how much
you were loved?
So many friends.
The messages came through
in white and blue
‘Sensitive, kind, caring’
Your humour, passion,
Your intelligence and talent.
But let’s be real:
We knew your bad side, too
But was that really even you
or just something that possessed you?
One day:
I thought we’d sit and talk
Figure it out
Put those teenage years to bed
Pencil in the gaps
Pour colour in the cracks.
The last thing I said to you:
‘Next summer, things will be different’
And they will.
You died trying
Died making a change
Sketching a new life
Looking to a future that never came.
I’ll think of you 
when I hear those tunes
that connect us
Deeper than anyone knew
On silver stars
in spray paint stencilled dreams
I’ll remember you.





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Sunday, 15 February 2015

Now

I remember you
against the pink of my bed
your eyes followed me
like the opposite 
of a sniper

no one had ever looked 
at me like that before

you were as pure as paper
but I was cynical
even then, with you eating me up 
with your eyes
I knew:

that the chemical of
lust and love
can change and become
a questioning of

‘why did you put you hand on his leg?’
or
‘your friend is coming between us.’



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Wednesday, 19 November 2014

A written rap battle

You took my skeleton hand
down streets
where red and pink lights
had twinkled days before

Now naked buildings
shivered in the cold
but my hand was warm in
your gloved embrace.

Back in your room
you told me a story
of colours like ice,
nazi dictators
and a place where everyone could
read each other’s thoughts.

Then you looked at me,
and I knew.

You promised me tiles to build
a safe place to hide.
You showed me another way,
A way to be free like you.

Later,
In my dreams
we were covered in snow
Tiles painted with ravens
cracked like mirrors.

But when I woke
you were laughing

Everything around you
was pink
and orange

and I was yours.




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