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Glitch

Standard

our demons
our demons can’t
can’t kill us
our demons
starve the ego
and fly
by night our demons fly
only by night

between two points
(on my watch)
drive it
(on my watch)
drive it like
(take to the night)
drive it like you stole it
take to the night

bad wings can’t
kill us
can’t carry the sun
(I need my memory back)
and we swarm
we starve
we can’t
can’t kill
fly

keep
to the beat
keep
to the heart
keep
control
feed
control the feed
feed
the heart

NaPoWriMo 2015 Day 5 – Shellshock

Standard

Dye the egg
wrap the paper
take the ribbon
tie the bow

One day a year
just the one day
a colourful hunt
a harmless hunt

Dye the egg
scrap the paper
take the ribbon
tie the bow

We burrow we dig
we hide we scuttle
bright eyed bushy tailed
spring in our step

Dye the egg
scratch the paper
scrape the ribbon
tie the bow

Don’t crack the shell
no ghost inside
one big machine
we’re cogs of a wheel

dye the egg
scrap the paper
scrape the ribbon
tie it now
dye tie dye tie

No one’s an island
this is an island
we are an island
a dessert island

bow now bow low
dye tie dye tie
die die die

[After I posted this, I realised what was running through my mind as I was writing: Neil Gaiman’s ‘Nicholas Was..’ and scenes from Rise of the Guardians. Credit where it’s post-due.]

NaPoWriMo Day 22 – I Want a Language

Standard

I want a language spanning galaxies
reaching from limitless end to limitless end.
I want a language so minutely detailed
it can talk of quarks and bosons
and conversations between electrons.
I want a language that says what it means
referring to reality with each spoken thought.
I want a language that lies past
similes, onto metaphors, untruthfully signifying
a reality too hard to grasp.
I want a language that fits like a coat
with enough pockets to stash words in
so that when I find something new
I can take some of it with me.
I want a language a little tight around the waist
just enough to be uncomfortable
so I might stretch it and even break it.
I want a language that spits in the face
of structures and generations and derivations.
I want a language that does not care
if it is pure, tainted, original or functional.
I want a language that does not fall short
when trying to talk about…
Most of all, I want a language with which to tell stories
that may have happened once upon a time, or now
or in days still to come.