"I, too, have wanted to open myself. I've stared down at a razor and saw a doorway." 

sad poems

I made this tune in a couple of hours for a small assignment I had to do for uni. I thought I'd upload it here and see what people think.

I heard the poem 'Punk Rock John' on a YouTube video mid way through making this song and decided to sample it into it. The poem is by Neil Hilborn, who is an absolutely insane poet and you guys should really check out! 

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Punk Rock John

Dear Straight People

Patrick Roche - -Couples Therapy- (NPS 2014) - From YouTube

Shots Fired - BNV14.

I do not own the rights to this awesome piece! Just wanted to share!

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1. Don’t freak out.

2. We both know this has been coming for a long time.

3. I have been staying awake at nights, wondering if I should tell you.

4. I bought the kind of crackers you like. They are in the hall cupboard.

5. Now that we have watched all the episodes of True Blood, I do not know what else to do next.

6. I have just been too afraid for too long.

7. This is the kind of thing where waiting for the time to be right would just mean waiting forever; it’s the kind of thing no one else can help you decide.

8. I came home on Thursday and found all of the chairs in the house stacked in a pile in the center of my kitchen; I don’t know how long they have been like that, but it must have been me that did it. It is the kind of thing a ghost might do, to prove to the living he is still there. I am haunting my own apartment.

9. My grandmother was still alive when I was five years old and she told me to check if the iron was hot enough yet, so I pressed my hand against it, and it was red and screaming for hours. Twenty five years later she would still sometimes apologize, in the middle of conversations, I feel so bad about making you touch the iron, she would say, as though it had just happened. I cannot imagine how we forgive ourselves for all of the things we didn’t say until it was too late. But how else do you tell if something is hot but to touch it?

10. I imagine my furniture in your apartment.

11. I wonder how many likes it will get on facebook.

12. My dad always used to tell the same joke, but I can’t remember the punch line.

13. I was eight years old and it took three weeks (three eight year old weeks—- imagine) to gather everything I needed to be Batman. Rope, boomerangs, a mardi gras mask with the beads cut off. I couldn’t find a cave near my house, so I buried them all in a bundle under the ivy. For years after,

I tried to find that spot again.

The ivy grew too fast.

I searched in so many spots

it seemed impossible I had missed any.

But I never found it.

How can something be there

and then just not be there?

How do we forgive ourselves

for all the things we did not become?

14. I was never bold enough to buy bright green sheets. I wanted them, but always thought they were too brash, even with no one but me to see them. I bought a set yesterday and put them on the bed. I knew that you would like them.

A Series Of Short Poems - Neil Hilborn

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