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Amy Acre - The Smile

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A couple sat opposite me on the train tonight. I knew they were a couple because the woman told the man that she needed to buy facewipes. He said they could stop off for a drink if she liked, and she smiled. And when she smiled I saw a staggering, indelible sadness in the corners of her mouth, and…

Just discovered this great poem on http://amyacre.org/sage-time/ 

THE THING: September 2012

May we romanticise red Valentine love,
the real desire for beautiful lies.
You keep us in this straight jacket,
this strict constrict of life.
God, you felt so great…
…now he’s cuddly, tame and cultured,
gazing up at brickwork skies.
He’s waiting for everything to change.
For the bright chaos of life.
But when I began to love backwards
I could win a gunfight brandishing a knife.
There’s only one rule: you need to be real:
both truth and desire at the same time.
If my heart was a house, you’d already be home
and foul vowel play aside, it’s crystal clear why
you awaken resonances
that leave my soul stirred as well as shaken.
In weakness we are beautiful.
Now the sirens they haven’t stopped ringing.
You are the woman at the end of the beginning.
The words and thoughts, they hang off every part of me.
I’ve tasted myself charred.
This girl has put new glasses on my heart.



by Richard Marsh, Edward Unique, Stephanie Dogfoot, Matt Cummins, Marc Nair, Wizard of Skill, Chris Kraken, Emma Jones, Mark ‘Mr T’ Thompson, Tolu Agbelusi, Robin Grey, Jason Pilley, Mise Spain, Rikki Livermore, Tshaka Campbell, Anna Le and Amy Acre

Infinity

Time is racing itself against the clock,
Making circles of infinity with it’s bare hands,
Do we run along it’s lines and hold on tight,
We were supposed to enjoy this ride.

You are the books you read, the films you watch, the music you listen to, the people you meet, the dreams you have, the conversations you engage in. You are what you take from these. You are the sound of the ocean, the breath of fresh air, the brightest light and the darkest corner. You are a collective of every experience you have had in your life. You are every single second of every single day. So drown yourself in a sea of knowledge and existence. Let the words run through your veins and let the colors fill your mind until there is nothing left to do but explode. There are no wrong answers. Inspiration is everything. Sit back, relax, and take it all in. Now, go out and create something.

—Jac Vanek (via quotethat)

We are mosaics. Pieces of light, love, history, stars… Glued together with magic and music and words.

—Anita Krizzan (via quotethat)

Rosebud

I’m quiet, yes I am, like a rosebud in a storm,
Curled inside my petals,
I quiver and I quake,
The colours drip into me,
Drift me so gently
To a deep red dream
Where my skin is soft and velvet,
I’ll flutter and I’ll flit,
And though the breeze may wake me,
The seeds won’t scatter away

Newspeak

So similar to my other poems, I let this one guide me into whatever it was that it wanted to say. I ended up writing about my struggles to vocalise articulate sentences in everyday life. I always find it so hard to use a wide range of vocabulary out loud when speaking to people and always admire those that have the natural ability to be so eloquent with their words whilst I feel like a fumbling fool. 

I am lost in numbers,
The black and white dizzy
In the curves of all the letters,
Of the ever expanding dictionary.

How do you speak so easy?
Your breezy vocals dance,
Like the superhero’s cape.
Your stanza’s in his stance.

I’m more like ‘84 Newspeak,
The “ungood” of my phrases,
Stut-stutter inelegantly,
Tripping on their shoelaces.