Love vs Loneliness

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Writing love songs is like flamingos spilling into flight at sunrise.

Painting the sky, peach and orange.

Love songs are the twist of the tongue

Wanting to roll out, something smooth.

It’s the throat burning to sing a song;

 to soften the palate.

Love songs are the purging of a coy mistress;

 Fantasising about her estranged lover.

It’s the sad hum of an unsuspecting girlfriend;

 Sighing at the thought of her man lost in a big world.

Love songs are for crush crazed school girls;

Who create scenarios about love making and the art of relating.

It’s the hushed conversations about how

 He ejaculated onto her thighs.

 

Loneliness is the sick feeling in the stomach while the intestines play hide and seek,

Threatening anorexia.

It’s the unexpected nausea brought on by binging on chocolates and ice cream.

Loneliness is hearing a knock at the door and there’s nobody there.

It’s the door bell that never rings, communicating unknown call me backs to the cell phone.

 

Love songs are strange words written in a foreign language;

 by a caffeine fiend / poet lost in translation.

He scribbles reminiscing of summer days and rainfall at the park.

Love songs are for fat ladies sitting under the shade of a tree,

The compare stories of their first night.

Revealing secrets of stained sheets and the rejection of an un bleeding new bride.

 

Loneliness is an empty sigh after really good sex. It’s a feeling unsatisfied with life’s love

Whether they are precious moments or dull days in the sun.

Loneliness is the sound of a siren alerting the paranoia and numbing the taste buds.

The mind creating shadows that randomly appear.

 

Love songs are for good boys and clever lads decking their cards.

They pile their experiences to their wit and cunning.

It’s the drunken masters’ last story before he passes out.

Love songs are the dance of spirit as it sweats out passion.

Creating an air of angered petals, that breathes sweat and heavy panting.

It’s the charm at the beginning of a love affair tightening the air with tension.

 

Loneliness is the grey clouds constantly covering a girl’s sun.

Making her walk in the shade and be the only person with jersey on a spring day.

Loneliness is a sad blow of the wind; howling strange tunes.

The leaves dancing out of rhythm,

Crackling the branches that break off in disappointment.

Loneliness is the pounding of the drums.

Droning into oblivion with no beat in particular.

Inviting depression and unknown sorrow of past pain.

Loneliness is the regret and shame of love lost, love broken.

It’s the harsh whisper of self hatred and harsh self judgement.

 

Love songs are the pull and twist of a violin, crying out wanting to be heard,

Strings popping of place.

It’s the tight pull and blues of a lonely guitar in an empty flat;

Missing the grey shade of a piano.

 

May 2008 Amsterdam