Tag: life

Nostalgia Is A Funny Thing

Nostalgia is a funny thing,

Never entirely sweet, never entirely anything.

Looking back, the past is sometimes just a backstory,

Look elsewhere, that friendship is but a memory.

 

No one ever tells you that time is a test,

Our loves and friendships are at its behest.

People fall through our lives, alas,

Like sand through an hourglass.

 

I may have cherished them once but then,

In a moment of neglect, I don’t even know when,

They fell through, fell away, fell apart,

Brought an ending to the start.

 

She and I danced and sang and laughed and cried,

We were ten and nine, we only saw the sunny side.

Now we’re twenty five and twenty four,

We don’t know each other anymore.

 

He and I called each other names in the schoolyard,

We were witty and carefree, life could never be hard.

Now we wish each other happy birthday,

And that’s all either of us can say.

 

But then there are those for whom our memories,

Are just the beloved first chapters of our stories.

Those who never fell through, never fell away,

Those who made it all the way to today.

 

We met at twelve, I was in white sneakers and new to the school,

We laughed at everything, top of the class, thought we were so cool.

Now we’re twenty four and battling life across five countries,

We’re still on the phone, building up more memories.

 

I look back with a smile at how far we’ve come together,

And with a pang for every friend that became a stranger.

So you see, nostalgia is a funny thing,

Never entirely sweet, never entirely anything.

A Storm Of Your Own

Why are you sat there,

Silent like a stone,

With a face like thunder,

In a storm of your own?

 

What could ever cast a cloud,

On your bright light,

On your loved life,

On your rose-tinted sight?

 

Like an ink stain on silk,

A darkness spreads through

At dusk, by the water-light.

But why ever does it scare you?

 

 

It won’t ever touch your life,

I swear, my dear, you’re free,

No darkness, in your head or out,

Will ever fall on you, you’ll see.

 

Just breathe, rest your head,

My dear, rest your heart,

Forget about where it may end,

All you have to do is start.

 

 

 

 

Pour The Ocean Into a Cup

Tonight the air is thick

With every life ever lived, slick

With the beating of hearts

And the weight of Our story.

 

I try to fathom the number,

The sheer scale, the thunder

Of Our endless histories,

All Our lives and loves.

 

I try to feel every feeling,

Every emotion and its meaning;

Rattle through all the names,

Love, joy, pain, loss and on and on.

 

But they fall away like sand,

Slipping through my hands;

Like trying to pour the ocean,

Into a cup.

 

My heart, my soul, my brain

Cannot begin to even contain,

Can hardly comprehend,

The enormity of all of Us.

 

How do we grasp mankind

With just a human mind?

I can barely bear the weight

Of my own twenty two years.

 

I can no longer feel every moment,

Every thought, every sentiment

Of my decade and two;

It is lost, hanging in the air.

 

So tonight I think of lost stories,

The airborne memories;

Humanity’s biography of itself

Is air, thick with life.