"I'm here with the cause, I'm holding the torch
In the corner of your room (can you hear me?)
And when you're dancing and laughing and finally living
Hear my voice in your head and think of me kindly"
- The Smiths "Rubber ring" 1985
They've never left you,
You've been graced with glowing murmurs and age.
For all your sorrows and weary cries for embrace
Have made you love thy beauty with fallacies and rage.
They've stood by you,
Upon your sickening cries
And your glooming of anguished shrouds,
And all the worn sighs,
And all the wandering clouds.
They've taught you,
Had you've not known about this buried joy
Absorbing homesick flowers,
Acknowledging the shades of felt coy
They've taught you for hours.
YOU ARE READING
collection of poems and short stories
PoetryPoems and short stories that I've written throughout my study of literature and writing. Hopefully you'll be able to see the progression of my craft. References to literature and artist are spread throughout the prose.
