"It is Burning like an Open Fire in a Dark Alleyway..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

I found some scraps of poems that have been hoarded in my notebook several months. They're dated back a while--I think they were meant to be longer but I could never find a way to expand them. See below.

We're trying to forget who we are:
Sick girl with her handkerchief and china
dances scottish dances with her hair undone
never lived anywhere but london
tells stories about wales years ago

Sick girl with her handsome face and finer
hands that know how to sew silk
stir her tea and add milk
brush one hundred strokes slow
She doesn't like to wish on stars.

~~~

I plan to have my revolution all love songs, between bursts
of fire. I stand at the top of my fortress
with burning hands and heart in four quarters Where
are my soldiers?
Who fired the first cannons and where are the dead
and dying?
There's only music on my battlefield, and I love you. I'll fire it
into the army twenty-one times This war has no metre--they
never do--and very seldom rhymes, which makes
me think that it's displaced.

Let's hold it in the holy places, and break the Scottish castles down.
I'm angry.
Where is the red blood of our bodies? How many have I slain?
My revolution bites and tears and raves for freedom Let my
hands go. Let my mind go and the arrows and oceans fight each other.
I'm angry -- I love you
My rhythmic half-felt thoughts are sinking battleships like
so many stones at the bottom of a stream. I've never known what war is like
before. It's so free. It's so trapped. I hate you and me and all my
memories Especially the clearest ones.
Let's finish the battle and go home Let's break down the doors of our
houses destroy our kingdoms tear our hearts as the Ancient Women
tore their hair and wept.

I planned my revolution, It came. We are all dead, so my anger can
subside Don't fear me. I love you.

I love you.

~~~

At any rate, odds and ends aside. The evening has been chaotic, the old sickness is upon me, and now I am going to go do useless things like fiddling about at nothings. On the plus side, chemistry was cancelled, even though I am fairly sure it would take very little effort to walk there across the snow.

Comments

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

there's something inexpressible about the second one, something that gets stuck in my throat, something like the vast, violent beauty of being in love when love is a struggle, when it's wild and furious and trying to get free, a rebel bird with wings tearing and battering in your heart -- but it is beautiful.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

♥

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

On the plus side, chemistry was cancelled

Bah. Some people have all the luck. XD

I love you! ♥

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

HA HA. XD

*loveson!*

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

I've decided recently, though, that I hate math much more than I hate chemistry, so I won't be too jealous.

*clings!*

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Really? I can see why you might. What are you doing innit?

*snuggles*

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

I don't even know. XD Which probably contributes to my loathing.

:D

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Duly noted, and my sympathies go with you. XD

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

♥

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

<3 ^_^