Not Hereafter - Eoin O' Callaghan (i am malala young readers edition TXT) 📗

That Name

That name-
Emblazoned onto my mind-
Erasing without defacing?
Is that the dagger I see before me,
The handle towards my heart?
Fearful, you say, of another word.
Its connotations are of fright.
But what affrights me is also full of fear,
The chaos you have unleashed,
And I struggle to remember to forget.
Remember, remember the 5th of November?
And other dates in a stream of memories?
I am not very good with numbers.
But I figure that-
That name-


Closer

The sycamore seeds do ride the breeze,
And delicate foliage blows through trees.
Yet gales bring structures to their knees.
So I hold her closer.
The warm hearth toasts our faces red
Crackling flames whisper whilst in bed.
Yet these same flames cremate the dead-
So I hold her closer.
Dewdrops drip just at day break,
Relaxing, the scene, of a tranquil lake.
Yet bubbles burst, and another you make.
So I let her go?


Heart, Break

I live life with this burden-
Fastened tightly to my core
One could sever it, remove it,
And two would pain me more.
Hammer it shut, conceal it,
That what I would term a curse,
To others despite splinters,
It is greatness, blessing, or worse!
For my tongue I must withhold,
And my heart would have me lose
This offspring of god's memory
The shining darkness of the Muse,
And not is what will do for dreams
While not is what not seems.


A Terrible Beauty


Your features are finer than the finest china.
Not the least
Of what comes from the East
And your lips are neither ruby nor red
But the thickest crimson that blood has bled.

What a picturesque setting for an unsettling picture.
Love is a battlefield, or so they say.


Others

A dimension alternate. Parallel.
There, the two opposites fell
In love, as time grew on.
And now cannot imagine...gone.
There, little differences. Or no.
Sun being moon, friendfoe.
Seasonings cycle, like here;
They do so twice, a year, a year.

But chaos is cosmos. Decide.
There, he’d have to be outside
The proper flow of time.
Dare to take the second line
And we two would be united
Words untied, wrongs righted.
There, with profit comes cost
But to find means to have lost.

This world is for me,
But only in mind, not body.
Somewhere it must be,
Reality’s only a theory.


Conflicted

Leave me?
Despite these blooming weeks of bliss
But that's
Despite this; and this; the last kiss!
I don't want
Despite the anxious promises made
And they mean
Despite how we were bound, so stayed
This isn't what
Leave me.


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I have no kind of education
I have no positive aspects;
I have no faith or religion
I have little, few prospects
I don't got any friendship
I don't got any ties
I don't got house nor home at all
I don't got anything but lies
I ain't got no more money
I ain't got no more love
I ain't got no more life
I ain't got words

Publication Date: 01-17-2010

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