Luminescent (31/7/15)

For the person who helps you to help yourself.

I wander alone during sleepless nights
And dream of your mouth pressed to mine.
These nights are long and lonely
But then, the day breaks:
Spill your light into my dark crevices
And guide my hand to my own light switch.

You are luminescent.

When you do good
You shimmer like sunlit gold.

I will chase the sun and hope
That I will find you there
Among the rays of gleaming white
And I will share them with you.
It’s almost morning
And you are there at the horizon.

When you’re with me
I can light myself up.
I can switch the tired batteries for new ones
And power myself again.

Your Song (31/7/15)

You are the song I play loud in the car
Screaming down the motorway
As I belt you at the top of my lungs

You are my drunken yells at 2am
I will spill my drink as I roar your words
In a cheap club that smells like beer
Dancing to the beat that everybody knows

The sweet tune of a busker on a busy London street
I can hear you in every note, every word

You’re the commercial jingle that gets stuck in my head
I’ll hum you all day long

The song I turn up the radio for:
That’s you

You are a love song
And sometimes I may sing the words wrong
Because I am so wrapped up in ecstasy

Fire (20/7/15)

This is really quick but I had a tune in my head that wouldn’t leave, so I wrote this to it.

Never thought that I’d like pain
Never thought you’d gasp my name
Never believed I’d love again
Never thought I’d go quite this insane

Oh, lock me away
Throw away the key
Because I cannot breathe
When you’re looking at me
I am on fire
And you’re the oxygen
I think that I might die
If I see you again.

Hero (18/7/15)

For when you notice that someone is so quick to help and save others, and they inspire you to want to help you save yourself.

You save them every day,
You and your effortless way of being good.
I sit in the audience, my face upturned towards you:
What if you saved me?

A tempting thought, but ultimately, useless.
They all tried before and they failed.
I am not trapped in a burning house
I am not drowning in a boiling sea
And there are no dragons imprisoning me.

But you make it a little easier,
And I can cut myself loose of these ropes
When I see you smile.
They might bind me again later,
But then they’ll be easier to break.

I am choked by myself,
And only I can relinquish this hold.
Until then, I will watch you and your selfless acts
And see if I can learn a little myself.

I will watch you rescue them all, but darling
You do not need to rescue me.

Lucy Couldn’t Say No (6/7/15)

This is very rough, I will possibly refine this later.

It was summer, and Lucy was eight
She was called to by Marie and Kate:
“Lucy, won’t you come and play?”
She knew she shouldn’t go through the gate
And mother would hate her being out so late
But Lucy, she just couldn’t say no.

Fourteen years old, she stayed out all night
Didn’t come home till the sky was bright
She wandered back in her dress so white
He’d touched her there without an invite
When he’d checked that there was nobody in sight
Because Lucy, she hadn’t said no.

When Lucy had just turned eighteen
She met a man with eyes of green
“Miss Lucy, will you marry me?”
She ‘um’ed and ‘ah’ed, not to be mean
After all, he did seem rather keen –
And Lucy, she just couldn’t say no.

When Lucy, she was thirty-two
She bought a pretty dress of blue.
“It’s whorish, what is wrong with you?”
Her husband made her go out to
The garbage, trash that dress so new
And Lucy, she just couldn’t say no.

When Lucy, she was forty four
A man came knocking at the door
“I can’t stay away any more.”
He had been her lover before.
She didn’t want him any more
But Lucy, she just couldn’t say no.

One day there were footsteps on the floor
She pushed her lover to the bathroom door.
But her husband knew the score,
The door burst open with his anguished roar,
And she stood and let him call her a whore,
Because Lucy, she just couldn’t say no.

When Lucy’s husband finally passed
They asked why her mourning didn’t last
She’d gotten over it awfully fast.
“Do you miss him?” they all would ask.
And she would nod, her eyes like glass
Because Lucy, she just couldn’t say no.

When Lucy, she was eighty-nine
They asked her for the final time
“Did you get all you wanted in life?”
And Lucy smiled, and Lucy cried
And without an answer, Lucy died
Because Lucy, she just couldn’t say no.