You are my Elysian Fields by Heresiarch81, literature
Literature
You are my Elysian Fields
"You are my Elysian Fields."
your letter reads.
I am clinging onto fragments of what I had with you,
An old photograph, tattooed.
An old computer game, overplayed.
Old songs and long whining notes,
that play on my heart.
All that anger I used to have,
Substituting life.
What do I have now?
In my hand i hold a sharde of time,
From when it was our time.
My dreams are not the same,
You both still live in my dreams,
And you love me.
I want to fall asleep forever,
And to wake in Elysian,
Where my father lives,
where rules are eternally broken,
And you love me forever.
"You are my elysian fields,
And I love you, forever."
Why
Tracked and traced,
sought and found,
picked and depicted in foreign parts
'how deviant is thy art?'
Did I write this? Found it on my computer and Google didn't throw it up anywhere.
I often forget what I write.
and another round ends,
the game moves on,
another field, another stage.
Time to dress the wounds
and restart the clock.
Six more downs behind the play.
The Clown stands in the middle of the crowded bus interchange, offering a flower to passers-by. Don't ask me what kind of flowers; all I know is they are not roses. Commuters alight from busses dressed in their drab office uniforms, and bustle past oblivious. School children brush past deep in glib animated conversation, while the morning coffee hordes mill about, smoking. They do not notice the silent sad anomaly standing forlornly on the footpath, grandly presenting his flowers to passers-by. Only I notice him, and understand - "Please - take one. It is all I have to give".
21/4/12