The Ballad of the Story Teller

THE BALLAD OF THE STORY TELLER

(A throwback to my Form One Days...one my better pieces.)

I am the story teller

I make living through fiction

I lay bread on the table-

Through colourless, paintless art

My life lies in my pen

My existence seeps into paper

Flows from ink

Imprinted on paper

It is me

My existence lays upon brilliant white sheets

I flutter, the wind scattering

My life like dust

I fall victim to the rain

The tiny droplets of water from the clouds,

Embed themselves upon my white surface

I tear

The more that is written- the more that is lost

Ink flows unto me, it stains, it blackens

The ink has now touched me, my gleaming white surface

I lose myself in words that are being written

The ink touches my soul, I am no longer pure

The ink becomes my very lifeblood

I now belong to the stories

The stories that came from the writing of my very hand.

I am my own prisoner

The stories have trapped me

They torture me.

They plague me.

I have loved, existed and faded.

I have written.

Now I flutter and fall victim to the rain

Let me be passed on, for I have become what I sought to be

I am the story teller

Because I'm Smarter

BECAUSE I’M SMARTER:


I know exactly what I feel-
I know exactly what will happen-
no matter what I say.
And of course I'm getting tired;
pretending its okay.
pretending I'm fine.
pretending it will work.

And of course I'm getting tired.
thinking it's okay.
thinking I'm fine.
thinking it will work.

And then,
seeing how obvious,
I know I'll soon regret.

But still it doesn't matter.
I don't exactly have the heart
to stop.

Because tomorrow I'll be as
deluded, as happy,
as silly, as stupid,

as drunk
on the colours of your eyes.

And still inebriated,
I'll tell you another lie.

And then,
ignoring the obvious,
I'll just start it all again.

Him, Looking At Her

HIM, LOOKING AT HER.

She is subtle.

A face hidden behind an iPad;

Only silent eyes are left-

they speak:

-my world is here.

i choose here, i hide here,

i like here.

see it shines?

-my world is here.

pictures picture pictures

the river my news feed;

a status a raindrop;

-my world is here.

and we are the cloud:

condensing, condensing, collapsing

relaxing, relaxing, relapsing

-my world is here.

so send me a message  here

don’t look at me…they're watching

     send me a message

please.

-my world is here.

i choose here, i like here,

i hide here.

so why…

   

 ...why do i keep looking at you?

outside.