Lessons

This time, it snuck up on us.

This time, we didn’t see it coming.

This time, it happened so quickly we hardly noticed until it was too late.

 

But I guess that is how it goes;

The way things work;

The inevitable outcome of our eternal search

For a cure;

Some relief;

An ineffable solution.

 

Our intentions are always so pure,

But ultimately, so destructive.

We need to learn every lesson.

Maybe we just have too much to learn.

 

We keep falling down.

 

But I wouldn’t want it any other way

With any other lover

In any other life.

 

You make every mistake worth it.

You make every mistake a miracle.

 

I love you.

-D.S Lindhout

The Act

David Lindhout

You cast me in your play,
And before I knew it
It was opening night.

The audience filed in.
The curtains rose.
The spotlight shone.
Show-time.

I said all my lines
Just like you wanted.
I played my part well.
The critics loved me.

Blood and tears during intermission.
Standing ovations and melodrama.
Bruises under our costumes and make-up.

Everyone knows it’s an act.
I take a bow.
The curtain falls.

D. S. Lindhout

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The Bomb

David Lindhout

The brightness was blinding.
Flashing harsh and bright.
The fall-out was catastrophic.
Bomb-shells littered the floor,
And there was blood everywhere,  
Here and there a limb,  
Rubble,
Smoke.

You had blown us away.

We awoke in a daze,
Covered in gauze.

You were a complete disaster.
We did our best to survive you.
We nursed our wounds.
Some of us died.

Later, we hid the scars and tried to forget you,
But there were pieces of you lodged under our skin,
Like shrapnel,
Safely encased in our scar tissue.

You will always be a part of us.

Everywhere we go, you go too.

You will never be alone again.

* D. S. Lindhout

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‘Intervention’

David Lindhout

All of your battles were won
With the aid of your bullets and gun.
You felt so much bigger
When you pulled the trigger;
You finally felt like someone.

You took me and locked me away.
Fresh water and food everyday.
I suffered a lot,
But deserved what I got;
I had so many debts to repay.

You gagged me and bound me in chains,
Poured buckets of bleach on my stains.
I struggled at first,
But it only got worse,
So I suffered the aches and the pains.

You strove to correct every flaw.
My defects were all that you saw.
Under attack
I was flat on my back,
I ignored all the blood on the floor.

But everything failed in the end.
You pushed me, but I wouldn’t bend.
You tried to repair
All the cracks that were there,
But I was too broken to mend.

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‘Intervention’

All of your battles were won
With the aid of your bullets and gun.
You felt so much bigger
When you pulled the trigger;
You finally felt like someone.

You took me and locked me away.
Fresh water and food everyday.
I suffered a lot,
But deserved what I got;
I had so many debts to repay.

You gagged me and bound me in chains,
Poured buckets of bleach on my stains.
I struggled at first,
But it only got worse,
So I suffered the aches and the pains.

You strove to correct every flaw.
My defects were all that you saw.
Under attack
I was flat on my back,
I ignored all the blood on the floor.

But everything failed in the end.
You pushed me, but I wouldn’t bend.
You tried to repair
All the cracks that were there,
But I was too broken to mend.

The Story Of Us.

I have to admit
It scares me a bit;
The floods that we started, the fires we lit…

The truth is I know
The further we go
The closer we get to those flames down below…

Our tragic demise
Wore a pleasant disguise,
But inside it was rotten and covered in flies

And right from the start
You drove stakes through my heart
You stitched me together then pulled me apart.

You held me so tight
As you set me alight
Then compared me to every star in the night

I wasn’t enough
Unpolished and rough
Broken and riddled with issues and stuff…

I hid my disgrace
But it showed on my face
A pathetic example, a terminal case.

I die in your arms
Taste the sweat on your palms;
You cover my mouth as they sound the alarms.

– D. S. Lindhout

(Just a note, I don’t ordinarily use any sort of rhyme scheme, as you can tell from my other posts, however I have been experimenting, so forgive any awkward or clumsy moments.)

Homecoming

Here I am:
A disaster at the crossroads,
Waiting for a signal.

I am a broken telephone.
I am an incomplete set
Of arbitrary imaginary images that reek of death.

How lovely the emptiness is.

That is the great rebellion:
Amounting to nothing.
No direction, meaning or purpose.

A striving and a striving and an ending in nothing.

I am Ulysses, and it is a tragedy.
A travesty.
An eternity lost at sea,
And a moment on dry land
In your fragrant embrace.

– D. S. Lindhout

Rain

You listen to the sound of the rain on the roof.
It doesn’t remind you of anything.
It leaves you feeling blank and empty
And just a little bit pointless.

You step outside
And let the water penetrate your clothes and drench you.
Still, it reminds you of nothing.

It never rained where you came from:
Not once in twenty-seven years.
You had never gotten so wet before.

But, now that you are here,
In this rainy place,
You are wet all the time.
Cold, dripping and soft,
Crumbling and soggy.

You are disintegrating
And you don’t even notice.
Disgusting.
And you don’t even notice.

D. S. Lindhout