One hit wonder

 

I thought of you today,

from nowhere you came

and entered my mind.

You took over my dreams,

flew in like a phoenix

of love long gone.

Humming a simple song.

A one hit wonder

that took us soaring

to the moon.

 

I thought of you, when I was

looking through past moments

in my memory labyrinth.

I saw a book upon a plinth,

a strange book, with faded ink,

a torn cover and broken spine,

pages falling out,

some passages underlined.

A book of all the times

my heart has said yes

but my brain won't go,

when my heart said yes

and my head said no.

 

Like a picture postcard

sent to my mind,

I'm reminded of that

one lone summertime.

I'm whisked through ages,

different life stages.

To a page that had

barely enough words

before the final lines,

but those words were

a breeze in the summer heat.

They made the days feel complete,

and in those mazy memories I lay,

watching over the distant day.

 

I thought of you today,

a faded memory given clarity.

I remembered laughing endlessly

at the absurdity of the way we would

glance away when our eyes connected

in that special gaze. I remember our walls

crumbling, when the stares of others

didn't seem to matter at all.

 

I remember the kiss, when we finally sat,

admitting our hearts were full,

and I remember the songbirds sung

in harmonies, in tune with nature,

in tune with heartbeats barely begun.

Singing our summertime song.

A one hit wonder to the sun.

 

 

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Different skins

 

I appreciate

all the people

that I've ever been.

The different skins

I've worn over the years,

from scared boy

to grumpy teen,

into my lovestruck dreams

of hope between the stars.

I look upon

the lake of

reflective tears,

reminiscing

about walks beside

hidden waterside treats,

away from grim city streets.

 

I think about

all the characters I've been,

the costume changes

in between.

The fear

and the doubt.

A scared boy who looked out

through shaded glass

at the seasons

as they came

then passed.

 

Over the years

you constantly change.

Mindsets become

set a different way,

your skinsuit shapes itself

into the seat you now

absorb yourself in. Your organs

shred cells replacing them,

renewing your body.

To keep things fresh

and clean.

 

You start to see beauty,

instead of all the rubbish

that blocks the view.

The forest view is clearer

now you've taken a step back

to stop the trees from crowding you.

You sway rather than

slouch into a room.

Confidence grows a field

within you, one that still needs

constant maintaining and review,

but for the first time in your life,

this feels like the real you.

 

 

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Dreams of static

 

The dreams came suddenly,

leaching into fried brain cavities.

Visions of nightmare worlds

enflamed in agony, groaning millions

blistering in the scorched earth heat.

Then there were the beings...

The beings that seeped

out of every shadow.

From every crack

in every pavement.

 

We dreamt in slow motion,

horror on the horizon,

the boiling of oceans,

creatures arising

from underneath our feet.

A towering inferno

burned fiercely in the heat,

there was nowhere to go.

Our fate

was to be tied to the seat

watching this bad tide

wash away life

in a single heartbeat.

 

These dreams

infected everyone,

old and young,

rich or poor,

weak or strong.

The only people

that didn't fall

were the deaf.

Strangely they

just carried on.

 

The visions when we sleep

were starting to come out

in daydreams not just

in the midnight heat.

Hallucinations mingled

with people in the street,

as agonised screams came

from every corner of our beat.

 

Dreamed in slow motion,

the static of the universe

crackled all over us.

Dust particles

like tiny fragments of glass.

The hum

had given

the word.

Now the end

will come to pass.

 

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