Poetry

[Heathcliff]

I had a dream and wanted to write.

Nightmare

I dreamed that I was underground
I saw a station like an oil-stinking stone box of people,
I wanted to die and sure enough, it caught fire.
This isn't what I wanted. There is no sunlight down here
But there is fire and the platform exploded into flame
like a dragon breathing out,
Did I cause this?

My mum and dad were close by,
Telling me to go up high
and join my sister and my brother,
And take a taxi, to go to some other dream.

Morpheus can go to hell,
I suffer his prescrpition well,
I would smash the keyboard up
And grind to dust my coffee cup.

 

 

[Reader]

Hope this is okay. I used to write poetry when I was younger. I like how you can express feelings in a different way through poetry and how you almost have to think deeper on how you feel to express yourself clearly in poetry. Well, clear to the person writing 😊

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Bittersweet isn’t the word I would say 

A symbol instead I’d have to make up

Perhaps the sun on a bright day

But the rain comes to interrupt   

The rain is really a reminder

Of dark thoughts of where I could be

One comment from him or her   

And I’m cold, as rain drops on me

I’ll take the rain and the thunder

Because eventually it’ll help me grow 

An umbrella shields those who stand under  

And it’s how my love will show 

The rain is your tears crashing down

l could drown standing too close

I am not the reason for your frown 

But I am a result from your woes

You smile and cry when I appear

You hug me nice and tight 

You say you’re so glad I’m here

I hug you with all my might 

I thought the others selfish and weak

I wonder now if they just knew 

If they saw a future peek

Of the tricky balance that would ensue

[Heathcliff]

LET'S GO EEVEE

In the town where I was born
Back one million years ago
I saw a golden field of corn
Come on, let's go, Eevee.

I walked in the pathetic wood
Not as big as it could be,
The ruins and the false plane-field
I just need you with me.

The yellow plastic fisherman
In his scruffy mackintosh
Like the chip-shop sentinel,
Let us both go back there.

Let me throw your Pokeball
And get you out where you can help
Where a wild fear appeared!
And we as one would fight it

Like a guard-dog Pokemon,
I click my fingers, tell you "heel"
I need a fiction, like you, girl,
To keep me off from what I feel.

[Heathcliff]

With apologies to Elton John. This is about King Arthur.

CANDEL IN THE WIND

Goodbye Arthur Knight
Though I never knew you at all
You stood up fierce and fearful
When most of us just crawl

You came up out of nothing
And your legend covers sky and ground
All that history has to say
Is that Guinevere slept around.

And it seems to me,
You lived your life like a candel in the wind.
Never here to see the sunrise, when peace set in;
And I would have liked to know you, but only 'cause I'm pissed.
The truth is, Arthur, you don't really exist.

Life is sometimes shit
I always feel, I feel I fail;
What was it like
When Galahad brought back the Holy Grail?

And even when he did,
Surely that was not the end-
Relics don't help you
If you're without a friend;

And it seems to me,
You lived your life like a candel in the wind.
Never here to see the sunrise, when peace set in;
And I would have liked to know you, but only 'cause I'm pissed.
The truth is, Arthur, you don't really exist.

So when it came that Arthur
Looked Mordred in the eye
He knew for certain
That this was the time to die;

And surely when you drop
Do you realise what will be?
We'll tell your story endlessly,
On Radio and TV

And it seems to me,
You really failed,
Where was this gorgeous place?
Where was this wonderful kingdom,
Are you a disgrace?

Your perfect country isn't here. Everything is wrong. 

Your candel burned out long before I could finish this song.