Found this one from when I was all sad :)

Exactly what I need is

To let go of the needles
That stitch me back together
When everything's undone

Exactly what I need is
To let go of the evening
Your moonlight eyelids smeared
With promises of trust

Exactly what you need is
To let go of the muscles
That force your laugh to jingle
Whenever I'm around

Exactly what I need is
To buy my self a pet cat
And love it for its soft fur
And feed it whiskas food
Exactly what we need is
Belief that all we need is
In tea a drop of brandy
And anything but us.

-Tallie

I have a friend called Victoria and she observes people and then writes and sketches in a flowered notebook with ribbons securing it shut and blank pages. She speaks really quietly and sort of tries to get out what she wants to say as quickly as possible, covering her mouth with a relaxed hand but always smiling. I like her a lot. She notices important things about people. She sort of makes me think – like the time, a while ago, when she said ‘Everybody’s lovely’. If it wasn’t Victoria that said it, I would’ve thought to myself – ‘How cliche’, but now that I come to think about it, with a heart full like a balloon full of helium about to rise into the air, she’s right. It’s easy to go through life anticipating a trip-up. The thing is, it’s all physics. What I mean is, people meet, like two waves going towards each other at the same frequency and wavelength and get caught up. This forms a standing wave – it doesn’t move. There’s the maxima, the parts that oscillate wildly up and down – the anti nodes. There’s the minima, the parts in the middle that stay the same. They are what we look for. The minima. The parts that stay the same - even though both waves are moving.

-Tallie

I'm gone.

Logic and reason are lost to me.
While I'm dancing naked, through the trees.
Listening to sound, of the leaves,
As they quiver in the summer breeze.
Doing what ever I please.
While I seize.
This oppertunity.
To be free.
To test my body.

My senses at a new height.
While I dash around, in the moon light.
I think I might.
Lose myself and I like.
That thaught, I wont fight.
To remain human, is not right.
I'd rather let my soul take flight.
Into the night.

I'm gone.

I can't do spontaneous spoken word poetry

Spontaneity
Is cruel to me
I like being spontaneous physically
Like
Decide to run to the next bench
And




Stopping in random places.


-Tallie

:)

When they said ‘Chicago Rock’
I could smell no cigarette simmer
I could see no tattooed sinner
Screaming into the shattering mike

Centre roundabout empty and warm
Echo flapping of rats with wings
They are full of greasy Greggs
They are watching our stories mix

So sarcastic and bloody upfront
It erupts in my thunderous laughter
That reflects on the pavement and after
Circles into the BMX wheels

We are people with something to do
Them – to trick their bodies to balance
Screeching breaks and bouncing tires
A free circus of cycling guru.

What a way to spend a night
Do the twist under streetlamp torchlight
Figures flatter like lowering leaves
Sweeping writing on asphalt,
                                            I believe.

-Tallie

Lee

Hello Dad, I'm the son you left.
With a Mum bereft.
You didn't care for Steph.
What I don't get.
Is why you're upset.
You made your choice, you walked away.
Now look at you, old and grey.
And over weight.
I'll bet you hate.
The fact that I.
No longer cry.
That you're not here.
I shed no tears.
Replaced my fears.
With hate and rage.
Locked love in, a metaphorical cage.
Soon to be running away.
I'll probably, return one day.
But before I go, I want to say.
You've only got yourself to blame.
-H

You are one of my favourite people

She's a whirlwind with directile disfunction,
not knowing where she's going,
laughing all the while.
Stark.
Confidence of a king, a head full of clouds.
Three thousand boyfriends a year,
sampling them all, as if slices of cake,
apart from a special one, or two,
to give her the credit,
who she savours, and when devoured, cries at the absence.
She's a rocket with a halo of sparks, no angel by far, but then again,
far more innocent than she might first appear.

Insults bursting with love, secrets shared, a pair of explorers where there were no bounds, no limits.

A shooting star, a total embarrassment, pure energy, and a laugh with the occasional snort.
Tall and lithe, with the grace of a stumbling two year old,
Stories told, brimming with hyperbole, to entertain, to be loved.
and in those stories the line blurs with reality, and with the reality she wished would happen.
Most can't see that blurred line.
But those close to her see it with a sharpness that almost pains, but instead soothes.

A hereditary spark of childlikeness,
infectious.
And she's a crazily beautiful creature,
who's not about to slow down,
for the days, or the stars,
and thank goodness for that.

-HNR