#PoeticAnswers 14: What Is A Home?

A home is where the heart is
And the wifi connects automatically.

A home is what we built together,
Because the moment we met, we connected.
There was never a weak signal or
Stone walls in the way of our love.
You had my heart and I had yours,
Our bodies wrapped around each other
Like scaffolding conducting the
Heat and beat of our hearts.

A home is where the walls keep you safe,
Your arms were my walls and
You had my heart and I had yours
The foundation of our love was stronger than
Any form of bricks and mortar,
The fire in our hearts
Resonated through the walls and floors
And the echoes sounded like roars
In the halls of each other.

A home is where I expected us grow old
But all we did was grow cold to each other
Because there were cracks in the walls
That we covered with duct tape and paint
To keep things looking like they were okay
Rather than take the time to
Work together to fix it like we did before.
You put up doors and locked yourself away,
Leaving me wondering what mistake had I made?

A home is where there are no secrets,
But you built a nursery all on your own
And bolted the door to keep me out of your life.
The only time it was open was when you slipped away at night.
I thought we were in this together,
I’d have built you a wheelchair with my bare hands
To give you the support you needed,
I’d have built a crib with my bones because
I would have given everything to keep both of you.

A home is where you left our daughter
And now she’ll never know the value,
Of unconditional love.
Now there’s an empty hole where
Our heart and her bedroom should be
I’d have broken down everything in my way
If it meant I’d know the truth.
Because she would have been the only person
I could love more than I loved you.

A home is what you used to be,
Now your eyes are double-glazed over
And the warmth is already lost.
Now you’re an empty room with
A door I’m afraid to open.
I still keep the embers of our fire going.

Question from my friend and cuddlebuddy, Arzoo.

#PoeticAnswers 13: What’s Wrong?

Nothing.
Nothing really.
It’s just this tiny,
It’s just,
It’s nothing.

I promise,
It’s nothing.
You don’t need to worry,
Don’t look at me like that,
It’s nothing.

Something?
Maybe something.
It’s stupid really.
You can put your eyebrow down.
It’s nothing.

Have you ever
Felt like less than nothing?
Like your funeral’s being held early,
Like the weight of the earth is coming down on you and,
You’re dying?

Crushing,
Crushing in my head,
Crushing in my lungs and chest,
I’ve stopped gasping for air because nothing is there,
I’m choking.

Choking like
A candle in a glass cage,
It can’t shine or fight anymore,
It sputters and withers, turning to darkness and smoke
And nothing.

Nothing,
I wish I could be nothing,
Because nothing is worse that these feelings of nothingness,
Nothing comsumes, nothing excites, nothing is the only thing that is there,
I’m nothing.

It’s nothing,
Like I told you, it’s nothing,
And I wish there was something I could do,
But I’ve been drowning and sinking into this dark ocean, and, like its waves,
I’m breaking.

Nothing,
Nothing more, nothing less,
There’s a hole like a cavern carved in my chest,
That I’ve dug myself so I can find my heart and make it
Stop beating.

Talking,
I hate talking,
I don’t want to talk about what’s wrong because
It’s not your problem and I won’t be a burden so believe me when I say,
It’s nothing.

#PoeticAnswers 12: How Can You Love Vegemite?

I saw the sheets, Dave,
You left your crumbs in our bed
That was our bed,
We made love like an over making bread,
It was hot and rising,
And maybe a little yeasty at times,
But how could you taint it with another essence?

Is this why you got the second bank account?
To fund your filthy problem?
I can’t look at you,
I can see it on your lips,
I can smell it on your hreath,
Like a battery left to leak in the sun,
A blend of acid and ass

I can compromise,
You can buy the crunchy peanut butter
Even though I prefer the smooth.
Even though the bits get stuck
To you dentures and I can’t kiss you,
I’d rather have a thousand nuts in my mouth
Than let you kill me in this way.

Why is Fido licking the knife?
You took the dog too?
He was an innocent child,
He wasn’t a pawn for you to play with,
My sense of smell is not a pawn for you to play with,
Did you even think about me?
No, it was always about you,

It’s always take, take, and take with you,
You never think about me, Dave.
You took away my Nutella
But that wasn’t enough
Did you have to take away my Biscoff?
I am the only sweet thing in your life you can spread
But I’ll be damned if I let you do that again.

Is this over, Dave?
We used to be like bread and butter,
Now you’ve gone and found another.
How can you do this to me?
How can you bring this cancer into our bed?
How can you love Vegemite?
It’s over, Dave.

Question inspired by Amanda F. Palmer

#PoeticAnswers 11 – Who Is That Red Man In The Bathroom?

“Who is that red man in the bathroom?”
My child asked.
Her voice trembling with fear.
Her small hand wrapped around
The edges of her pyjama top.

“There is no man in the bathroom”
I assured her.
I took her hand in mine,
Shaking like a leaf,
As cold as ice.

As we walked the dark hallway
As we adventured back to her room,
She stopped by the bathroom door.
Her eyes locked on the metal handle,
Stained with blood.

“You’re seeing things darling”
I nudged her on,
But it was too late.
She reached out,
Then she screamed.

I pulled her back and held her close,
I prayed she thought this was a dream.
But her little mind was too far gone,
I can’t imagine what she thought,
I don’t want to.

“He’s in there!
His eyes are white,
I think he’s dead,
He’s dead dad,
He’s just hanging there!”

I brought her face to mine,
Those sweet innocent eyes,
Tarnished, wading in pools of
Tears and blood.
They were too young for this.

“It’s okay, I promise!
I just cut myself shaving”
I prayed she’d believe me but
If I can’t convince myself,
How can I convince her?

She fought my grasp
And tore open the door,
Casting shadow on the floor.
Clutching at empty shapes
In a cocktail of hope and dread.

“He’s here daddy”
But her hands found nothing,
And the shadows that had been cast,
Turned to doubt
With a flick of the lightswitch.

I saw those eyes,
Those tear-stained, petrified eyes.
It won’t happen tonight,
It won’t happen tomorrow,
She’ll never know.

“There’s no one here honey,
Now go back to bed.”
As I tried to assuage
The thoughts in her head,
As I tucked her in, and kissed her goodnight.

And as she slept,
I slunk back to fix my mistake.
I closed the door and took a step back,
Ready to face the truth,
I stared at the mess I left behind.

It was my shadow, my second skin.
Red for the blood,
Black for the bruises.
I raged at myself and my stupidity,
I don’t want to be her nightmares

Maybe one day she’ll understand,
I’m doing this for her,
So she can have a better world,
So she can be safe.
She must never know who I am.

Question from Rebecca L. from Facebook

#PoeticAnswers 10 – Are You A F*cking Fairy?

What did you call me?
Why the fuck does it matter?
I’m a goddamn person,
Regardless of what
Unintelligent bullshit
You choose to sprout forth.

I have loved you all my life
But I’m not allowed to love someone else
Because you chose to believe that it’s
“Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve”?
Why do I not get to experience true happiness,
Just because I found it differently to you?

I am still your son,
Despite what you have to say.
Whether I’m straight, bi, or gay
I exist.
And I am free to enjoy
Anyone’s kiss that I please and pleases me.

For what it’s worth,
I’m none of the above.
I’ve let myself be
Used and abused
Now I’m not confused when I say
“I am asexual”

I’m not under your roof anymore,
And if loving who I want is a crime,
Then goddamn, I’m guilty as sin.
You can deny, deny, and deny me
But I am nothing wrong in this world
And love is not a criminal offence.

But if being happy with him
Means I’m a a fairy,
Damn right I’m a fairy,
I’m fucking magical.
“Poof”.
You’ve disappeared from my life.

#PoeticAnswers 9 – How Many Sides Are There to a Friendship?

For a friendship to stay afloat,
It must have a strong base.
Let this be side one.
From this, the fundamentals are established,
We build and we bond together,
Floating as a brand new raft on a sea of no cares.

Growing taller and stronger,
Your raft becomes a boat.
Boxed in and built up.
Port and starboard
Stern and bow.
Ready to sail into the future.

Port, left side,
From here, you can look out and see
All that you have left behind.
Out in the distance, a setting sun,
Typhoons of emotion.
Beneath the waves,
Buried treasures and wreckages,
Lost forever, eroded by salt-water tears.

Starboard, right side.
Because someone was always
Right by your side.
Your first-mate and anchor,
Your navigator and helmsman,
They have never steered you wrong.
And although the waves have been rough,
They have never left you mutinied or marooned.

Stern to the rear,
The wind at your back,
And your home and stateroom.
And it’s appropriate that the bedroom
Is called a stateroom.
Because the two of you have left it in a state
From drinking too much rum with no coke
And sharing the best and worst moments of your lives.

The final side, bow.
Always looking forward.
Looking forward to the future
Because this is the best journey of your life.
There’s never been a second wind,
But it’s never been a breeze.
But sometimes, you need to go ashore,
The rum makes you say some pretty dumb things.

But your five-side friendship
Will still be in harbour,
Waiting for you to return,
Waiting for the next journey.
The seas may be rough,
But much like the barnacles on the base,
You’re sticking together forever.

Question from Peter G. from Facebook

#PoeticAnswers 8 – Who Protects Your Kitchen By Shouting Abuse From The Counter Tops?

In Haiku form.

In his special way,
He guards the stove and toaster
Hail, Kitchen Goblin.

Arsenal of spoons,
Crown made of foil, forks and card,
Hail, Kitchen Goblin.

You enter his realm,
Cutlery and insults fly,
Hail, Kitchen Goblin.

“Gerrout my kitchen!”
He shouts, as marmite hits you.
Hail, Kitchen Goblin

You fight ’til first sauce,
Your shirt reddens with ragu,
Hail, Kitchen Goblin.

He squeaks out, “Fuck Off!”
You run, embarrased and bruised.
Hail, Kitchen Goblin.

From my mate, Dave.

#PoeticAnswers 7 – How Much Does A Teenage Diplodocus Weigh?

I’m sure we can answer this
With simple logistics and mathematics.

If an adult diplodocus is ten to twelve tonnes,
How much would it weigh when it was young?

Now a baby diplodocus would be very small,
Five feet from the ground, that’s not big at all!

But an adult diplodocus, well they were huge
They were bigger than me and bigger than you!

They were ninety foot tall, as tall as the trees
So the diplodocus would eat all their leaves.

But a teenager, what about their weight and size?
Well now we’ll find out, I won’t tell you lies!

A teenage diplodocus is somewhere between,
They’d be pretty tall and they’d be pretty lean.

A teenager would be about two thirds of the size
So let’s use some maths and start to divide

Two thirds of twelve tonnes, well that would be eight
But let’s find the height as well as the weight

Two thirds of ninety, that’s sixty feet tall
So they wouldn’t be big but they wouldn’t be small.

So know we know what a teen diplodocus would weigh,
I hope you had fun, now have a great day!

Question from Alice F. from Facebook!

#PoeticAnswers 6 – When You Were Little, What Did You Want to Be When You Grew Up?

During the misadventures of my youth
I was torn between
“Spaceman” and “dinosaur”.
But when you’re four,
You don’t know.

I knew I didn’t want to be an adult
Because adults were boring
And regularly abandoned me
In this weird room of bright colours and toys.
I should’ve been resentful, but I had toys.

I spent seventeen years
Locked in education,
Gaining the years and transforming.
Gaining and losing friends, sense and myself
But every day I’m still learning, I can’t be grown up

These days, I sit in an office
That slowly suffocates me.
I’m mature enough to know responsibility,
But I know I can’t be grown up,
I still have a Chewbacca bobble-head on my desk.

I’ve definitely grown old
And I’ve definitely grown out
But I haven’t grown up.
I still don’t know what I want to be.
I’m still torn between “Spaceman” and “dinosaur”.

Question from Cat T. from Facebook

#PoeticAnswers 5 – If Every Marvel Hero Went Up Against Every DC Superhero, Which Side Would End Up Winning?

The soldiers held their rank
Staring across the Incursion.
Staring into the void.
All was silent

The anger rose like a tidal wave.
As the warriors who could fly took to the air
A tsunami of capes and energy
Filled the skies on both sides.

One side held an infinite power
And had an army the size of several small countries.
The most dangerous stood near to the front line,
Impressive and horrifying in their mutated glory.

Behind them stood a legion of heroes
Who swore to avenge and protect Earth with their might.
Led by patriotic duty, and enforced with intelligence
With an iron garrison at their backs.

On the other side,
52 of the strongest beings from
Humanity and the galaxy
And from further beyond.

They had speed on their side,
And truth, gadgets and feminism.
Morality was their strong point,
Their foes had iron, but they had steel.

The soldiers held their rank
Staring across the Incursion.
Staring into the void.
All was silent.

Then Superman and the Flash said
“Hold my beer”
And that was the end of the matter.