We used to walk the streets at night

Picturesque in the warm glow of streetlights

Ambivalent wind mingled with snow

The moon are only confidant

Our secrets became a little more dramatic

Under her gravity.

We crossed by the river

Its floods filled with suicides

Sins deep beneath

The churning surface

A force of nature rampant in despair

Sometimes I thought it would be easier

To be enveloped

Along with bodies and shopping carts

Drug through the silt and torn apart by debris

A death tailored to my sentiment

=

I remember the smell

Of damp asphalt

The touch of your hand

Pressed together with mine

Young and romantic

In those heady moments

We forgot the warnings

Imposed on us

We were rebellious under the stars

Tragic in those aching winter nights

All the greys of our collective sorrows

Concrete hardened in the crevice of our veins

We were already broken, when we met

Travelers in the dark halls of Depression

=

Swedish nights are bitterly cold in winter

Frost spread her wretched fingers

Into the heart-shaped hole

Yawing in my chest

Knotting me up with doubts

Insecure in the face of new love

Every aberrant word

A storm

Our voices the thunder

Heavy with pain

We exchanged tears

Took turns drowning

Adrift in emotional floods

I know you saw my face

Distorted by lightening

I wonder if you ever saw me

Transformed after the tempest?

=

Back then we questioned everything

Made war with society

We were anarchists

Passion-driven

We had the force of conviction

Now that we are older

We drift aimlessly

Caught up in the atmosphere

Restless but not reckless

Enough to pursue these dreams

Which fall-apart held in the iron grip of logic

We exchanged doubts

Solid in our love

We now question

The nature of our ambitions

Never quite happy it seems

=

(When my husband and I first met we both had an enormous amount of baggage. I don’t think either of us really believed we deserved or even could be loved given our painful pasts.)

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29 thoughts on “Human Debris

  1. Wow! what an awesome work! poignant, moving, loving, power-packed,…

    we were all like that once, weren’t we, “Made war with society”. and yes, i can relate to the smell of damp asphalt, especially when rain falls on a hot day, as it happens over here often.

    thanks for a great read, i enjoyed it greatly. šŸ™‚

  2. This is so well written…”Frost spread her wretched fingers

    Into the heart-shaped hole

    Yawing in my chest” and “We exchanged tears

    Took turns drowning

    Adrift in emotional floods”…and more. Evreything you write is so intensely expressed…one is sure that there is no “for effect” histrionics in your poems. It’s raw and truthful.

  3. Wow what a composition ..fabulous I’m glad that you got through your storms and hope all remains calm with and within you ….thank you for sharing

  4. Your poetry quite amazes me, honest, open, powerful, little words that can not began to describe your willingness to share and your talent in doing so. a tiny “thank-you” from your new fan. hugs, pat

    1. *hugs back* thank you so much. You are so kind! Writing is cathartic perhaps too someone has experienced similar circumstances and I don’t know maybe it will help them feel less alone.

  5. A force of nature rampant in despair

    Sometimes I thought it would be easier

    “To be enveloped

    Along with bodies and shopping carts

    Drug through the silt and torn apart by debris

    A death tailored to my sentiment”

    My personal favorite bit above, It is a great piece really you might like a song by a swedish the Eskobar called Whatever this town, Its all about baggage and a very good piece of music. Love is hard and the past brings us to the present, so for any happiness you come across you had to go through all the pain to truly appreciate all you have gain.

    1. I am listening to it now. I hadn’t heard of this band, its true I am physically in Sweden but mentally must be somewhere else lol Thank you so much for your wonderful compliments I am so glad you enjoyed =)

  6. as I was reading this I was leaning toward what you wrote at the end so when I read that it all came together.
    quite lovely, honest.

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