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Just like the Angels
What the hell have I become
now the train doors of life
refuse to open
Those milestone stations
the so called important ones
accelerate without relent
whizzing by
blurring days
heading nowhere at all
Who bought this
one way ticket for me
destination death
non transferable
my lifetime guarantee
that nothing matters
Life's sunspots have disabled
my GPS
and heartbreak spreads itself
like spam flavoured butter
ravaging my hard drive
Emo technology
comes too late
poor overdue sandwiches
ordered long ago
some dreams I know
always arrive stale
It's the same way
I relate to women
that painful journey
of disappearing lives
I'm shaving
with a dime store razor
making smooth
the almost impossible
perceived perfection
unobtainable
and there's always the risk
of a nick
The best I can hope for
is no fear
alone at the end of the line
but the truth is
I'm terrified of the next stop
because I've known all along
I should have flown
just like the angels told me
before that moment
I was born
now the train doors of life
refuse to open
Those milestone stations
the so called important ones
accelerate without relent
whizzing by
blurring days
heading nowhere at all
Who bought this
one way ticket for me
destination death
non transferable
my lifetime guarantee
that nothing matters
Life's sunspots have disabled
my GPS
and heartbreak spreads itself
like spam flavoured butter
ravaging my hard drive
Emo technology
comes too late
poor overdue sandwiches
ordered long ago
some dreams I know
always arrive stale
It's the same way
I relate to women
that painful journey
of disappearing lives
I'm shaving
with a dime store razor
making smooth
the almost impossible
perceived perfection
unobtainable
and there's always the risk
of a nick
The best I can hope for
is no fear
alone at the end of the line
but the truth is
I'm terrified of the next stop
because I've known all along
I should have flown
just like the angels told me
before that moment
I was born
Published 14th Feb 2010
| Edited 19th Jul 2012
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Anonymous
14th Feb 2010 2:10pm
on life, i love the last two stanzas especially, their simplicity really move.
14th Feb 2010 3:54pm
Well they move me straight towards the whisky bottle - but thanks Priya for your kind words.
14th Feb 2010 5:19pm
like spam flavoured butter on my hard drive
some dreams I know will never arrive
and the last three lines are my favourite in this poem.
the whole poem brings sense of depression and isolation; image of bumping the head against the wall hoping to get an aswer. you are revealing your dark side, Abra, which does hide inner gold
some dreams I know will never arrive
and the last three lines are my favourite in this poem.
the whole poem brings sense of depression and isolation; image of bumping the head against the wall hoping to get an aswer. you are revealing your dark side, Abra, which does hide inner gold
14th Feb 2010 9:44pm
Ah yes, my dark side rearing ugly from the shabbiness of my tortured and confused mind. What a fool I've been - but now I can see it all. You could be right tho, Natalya - thanks for your feedback.
15th Feb 2010 3:47am
whips me senseless, i'm helpless, can't resist, the clowns of
massive metaphor are eating my eyes as I read:
Life's sunspots have disabled
my GPS
and heartbreak spreads itself
like spam flavoured butter
on my hard drive
they will eat the rest of me unless I flavouritise it...
feel the mouse Luke, there is a disturbance in the mouse
15th Feb 2010 9:41am
That great whipping biscuit in the sky has descended to shower my words with twinkies like sugary rain. Thank you Raybo - I shall keep munching.
15th Feb 2010 9:11am
15th Feb 2010 12:43pm
Thank you Riyah - hope the CT is on the mend and you're now an ambidextrous mouse mistress!
3rd Dec 2012 4:40pm
I'm shaving
with a dime store razor
making smooth
the almost impossible
perceived perfection
unobtainable
What beauty in words and sorrow and acceptance all at once!
with a dime store razor
making smooth
the almost impossible
perceived perfection
unobtainable
What beauty in words and sorrow and acceptance all at once!
2nd May 2013 8:53am
