Poetry For Nobody

By Darjet

Poetry for Nobody is fleeting, intense, lyrical glimpses of our love, loss and everything in between.

 

Poems about the Girl from the Island of Wood, poems from the dark twisting streets of Gothic Spain, poems written to be burnt...

 

All the tears used to set the bricks on the buildings
the statues on the ramblas have seen
through the corners of their eyes
from the rush of the morning
to the weariness upon night falling
in the backstreets
the warmth of stew
the glow of orange stained glass windows
the youthful calls of art students
in second hand clothes
the statues rub off the days toil
and spend some of its spoils
food 
and the lonesome entertainment
of watching other people who have other people

 

...

 

I've been wanting to taste your mouth

I've been wanting to break that fast

I've been waiting for the night time to strip the day

to take the flame off my skin

and sun from my eyes

to hunt after dusk

to taste your tongue

to dance in the darkness blown in from the sea...

 

...

 

she sings to me

her songs into my ear

I held the smell of your hand with me

for the longest time

through the night

I never told you 

I believed in angels

until I let them down

until I took them apart

until I broke their hearts

the rains not going to console me this time

the rains not going to save me this time

angels have swayed away

stayed away

left me for someone who might make a difference

if they saved

• Language: English
• Publisher: Darjet
• Release date: Nov 6, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223681373

Book preview

beatrix go home

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roofs pointed to the rain

girl din sits in a humid room

dark haired with dark haired thoughts promises of kisses

and come what may paper heart says paper cuts

Spanish girls clapped and sang

telling of the summer you ran your fingers through my hair

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I am at your mercy

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because of the way your thumb cuts the air

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My deliverer

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I’ve seen you before You blew your smoke You told your jokes You never ever begged

When they stripmined the sky You just told you just cried you carried my coffin

before I was gone

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we burned all our temples intended for you we cried all our tears

the remnants of animals eaten in garbage bin

the nite time builds bridges to strange places and uncaring

your well trodden steps forget you

all we ever wanted

was to be found and wanted the nite smells

can you tell? Stolen blooms convey

illegitimate stories and narrow pathways

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why don’t your angels look anymore?

why don’t they call

why don’t they tie their bows on parcels why didn’t they hold out their hands why didn’t they show

when the ghosts waded below cut red roses

keep the thorns

the soft skin of hers to shield the frost soldiers passing in the land

guns pointed to the moss all the tears wept

cried a mountain to your vale

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my hair smells

and I’m wishing away from this and I’m wishing

for Morena

and her chemical potions

half of the world was built with guns and half for her

if there was a god

the motherfucker would have cared for the children so there

in a disarming hour green turns to silt

we feed the assholes

because it’s easier than to think burn down

their smiles are liars

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half of my alter slips into the sea stone on stone for morena

we danced around in a circle when smells collided

and lovers ate each other picture talk

picture sings

we danced around her

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you’re on your own kid

they should have told you that from the start no one sending a rescue party

no god calling you home

no one is going to meet you half way

walked a 1000 lifetimes to arrive at your doorstep

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fools for love undo

tells of intentions gone astray

gone affray

I walked a thousand lifetimes to end up at your doorstep

the emptiness never needed an invitation to befriend

our heart wanted what it wanted

someone to tell and not get sold miles of happy faces

hide intentions

did I hate you for not being smarter?

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In the past

they split up the globe and sold souls

now they sell hearts

people clinking around like ghouls not sure of who they are.

in the past they enslaved bodies now they enslave hearts

whatever saves the shareholders from the stocks

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the snow fleeted by like butterflies stings like wasps

was searching for your footprints

Must have been lonely Looking through the window at the fire

Heard you spoke before you slept

Forgotten words when morning came and head leaves pillow

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they all hated him

hissed through stained teeth talked about the city

talked about the hill breathed the same air drank the same cup hated and hated him whores and café girls absinthe and butte twigs a flower

squandered on doubts laid out with moths had a heart

only deemed fit for a bullet

to be unloved is such a crime

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I walked a 1000 lifetimes to end up at your door to you it looked like I had just walked right in

it was half opened it was half broken it was half seen

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the morning was thinking of you it was bluer

it was colder tired streets littered packages inner city doors

kept inner city thoughts

even before the sunlight was seen light came from streetlights. unkept dreams

rummaging through bins

they said they’d all come true trying to sell you that bait

even before an untidy pitiful light

first scrapes the sky

the morning awoke and was thinking of you

Barrio Xino

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Beautiful corpse

Never had a shot in hell

They shouldn’t have spoken their you-can-be-anything-crap especially when they didn’t believe it themselves

Mass produced the guns but said

they didn’t have a part in the violence

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Factories call you