I want to take you away;
to peel back the layers of sweat.
Erase the sting of heroine; drain the poison.
And if my blood was ink I’d never stop writing.
I’d flood your bloodstream;
with the promise of a second chance.
de spåren skakar
och vi glömmer bort varför vi slåss
The tracks shake
and we forget why we fight.
Because every day I see glimpses of the person;
I’ve never wanted to be.
And I spend way too long learning other languages;
so I can say the things I need.
I board trains and miss my stop on purpose-
extending the distance between us.
And the glimpses from our past;
shake in the windows reflection-
threaten to shatter my instant.
When I hear a women talk about
her daughter’s drug addiction-
and we both search for our cures in the distance.
de spåren skakar
och vi glömmer bort varför vi slåss
The tracks shake
and we forget why we fight.
Knowing it’s only a matter of time;
before history repeats itself.
And jumping will only solves my pain-
I keep waking up and thinking
about you lying in a cold white bed.
Shivering between the bed sheets-
with a beer bottle just out of reach.
Wondering how time never caught up.
Trapped between the fragility of our skin;
the scars like road signs.
Comments
Highhat | September 12, 2011 - 05:56
This poem makes me think that you really had much much more on your mind. I'd expand it if you could.. it reads very well but a bit abrupt, space for more between the lines. Just my opinion Beeme. Did you hurry it? Sorry if I got it all wrong.
;)Pia
Cavalcaderl | September 12, 2011 - 19:20
new Beeme
H! Many congratulations on the cherry!
A very deep emotional poem, well written.
Someone has ms then.
Blowing like hell! out, part of a Katie hurricane
they say. Got "jazz" come in,out coat was blowing in the wind. Clever clogs with your swedish language, what else in languages do you know.
Keep warm.
julie xx
MistakenMagic | September 15, 2011 - 10:06
Love these lines:
"And I spend way too long learning other languages;
so I can say the things I need.
I board trains and miss my stop on purpose-
extending the distance between us."
And that ending is just perfect! Would you mind if I tweeted a link to this on my twitter? :-)
OK, I think I might be losing my mind a bit. But I remember reading a poem of yours that had quite a considerable chunk of Swedish, and you mentioned writing in another language to cope... And maybe something about post-it notes. But I can't seem to find it! God, I'm feeling old at the moment... (This is my last month of being a teenager!)
Magic xxx
Beeme | September 15, 2011 - 13:27
no of course, tweet away! Your not going mad Magic, it was on here but I had to take it down because I sent it to a magazine. You might see it again in the future.
Beeme xx