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deanmekel · 29 days
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Alive in the present
I do not want to die, I say, as the pain in my side gets worse and worse
I do not want to die, with this weight on my chest, the lies on my lips, the fear in my eyes
I do not want to die, when my cat is dying too
 
Lately, I have only been looking to the future while living in the past
I started wondering if the present has passed me be by
I am left behind
 
I am digging my own grave with the words spun in my head
Still, I am terrified of the dead
Especially my own and my cat’s
Now that we both feel like dying
I have been counting down the seconds in my head
Only waiting who is going to be the first one dead
 
In my counting and my waiting, I do not see that I have already been gone for quite a while
I am not quite alive the moment I stopped living in the present
I was already gone for no one can survive outside now
 
I look into the eyes of my cat
I see the present stretched out in front of me
My cat is not dying now and even if he is he is not yet dead and neither am I
We are both still alive now
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deanmekel · 1 month
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Me in the past, you in the future
I do not know where I am going and I do not remember where I have been
My words might mean something to you but they were just here for me
To make me think I am something more than what you have seen
A tool for me to use to describe you, this is the you I see
 
Still, I am only afraid of the future while trying to live in the past
Yet you are in the present and I wish I could make you last
When I have been passed by so many times
And you are still alive
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deanmekel · 1 month
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In the emptiness 
I am consumed by the emptiness of my days
I might have done so much already
But I hardly remember
And that I do, is so foreign
It is missing still
 
There is a life I have always wanted to live
That I cannot reach
One day I will run the distance, a bridge to the free
I am in the becoming of me, to still the desperate need
That I feel when I look back, attempting to find meaning
I have found in an empty life I can see the truth
In my barren thoughts, I do not know to feel alive
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deanmekel · 1 month
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To make a house a home
I hope the big changes come less often now
Inside these four new walls to make your own
I hope you can fall asleep without a lump in your throat
For far too long I have missed you when I am alone
It is you that I first think of in the dark
When I am searching for the words to write down the feelings in my heart
 
On foreign shores, in the comfort of a house
You are there to tell me how
The aching in my bones can feel a little softer
 
I wish to do the same for you
On your loneliest days, when the world is trying to beat you down again
I hope you can read my words, so they might ease your pain too
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deanmekel · 1 month
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In the end I do not want to give up on us
My teeth hurt but I am not home
I think I left a while ago
The dentist lied to me
I do not want to see you anymore
Again, at my worst I was greeted by a cat
My teeth scream in my ears
In their voices I can hear yours
I do not look left and right anymore
If a car hit me now I would not even mind
But this time I don’t know if I have any glue left to put the pieces back together
Scattered on the street, a solitary cat sniffs out my pieces
Still my teeth scream on
You are still the loudest
And yet, your familiarity sings me to sleep in the end
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deanmekel · 1 month
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Tooth ache
My tooth started hurting again and I wanted to pull it out like I am still six years old 
I would put it underneath my pillow
I will wonder if the tooth fairy will come and take it, give me a reward for it
Or if it is only my father who replaces it with a single coin a child like me does not know the worth of
I will sleep with high hopes and I wake innocent of the truth
 
The reality is much more unfortunate
I cannot pull the tooth out for none now can take its place, too much time has passed
I did not see the tooth fairy but I did see the dentist
She told me there is no saving the tooth, it has already died
My father will not give me a coin but he will pay the bill that I know full well is far too much
Now I sleep with crushing guilty and I wake with the taste of death in my mouth
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deanmekel · 1 month
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The last leaf
I was the last leaf on a barren tree
Dancing on a wind I could not fly
Till a winter storm tore me loose
And I left everything behind
 
On a cold winter breeze
I have seen flowers bloom in empty wastelands
I watched the snow fall on mountain tops
I flew with eagles to lands beyond the horizon
 
Now I can feel the warmth of spring coming
The breath of new life is in the air
I am still on my way to tomorrow
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deanmekel · 1 month
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In the clouds up north
In the north of Scotland, where the mountains end in rocky shores and the lochs find homes at sea
There the clouds are most strange and wild for in their darkness they do not show rain nor snow falling free
There in the northern skies you might find the image of large mountain ridges and pathways unknown to all but the dwellers of the sky
These are the mountains of old
They might have once been but are not anymore
Now their memory is only left in the sky
In the north of Scotland where I saw them with my own eyes
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deanmekel · 1 month
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To Sandwood Bay
The rain takes me by surprise as I make it to the shore
I walked seven miles and more to see the view of the bay stretched out before me
I made my way through thick dune grass and passed the ruins the sheep now call home
I saw a single beetle climb out the sand as I set foot on this unmarked beach
Here in the cold of the wind I watch the endless waves topple over as I cry with the rain
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deanmekel · 1 month
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The solitude of Scotland
The lonely deer makes me long for its freedom
The abandoned railway makes me wish to be forgotten
The shape of the land and the water make me dream of a different life
 
I hope to get lost in the low hanging sky
Among the trees no one can find
Where the mountains slide into the lochs
And the water falls from the heights
I will disappear into the silence
 
Only the solitude of Scotland can bring me the peace that I only remember from winter nights
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deanmekel · 1 month
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‘If I could leave, I would’ve already left’
When I look out of my window, I think of you
I imagine I can see the hills rising up in the distance, beyond all the roofs
If I could, I would open the window and jump them, running back to you
 
But I worry about her, if she will eat dinner without me, if there is someone else to hold her hand
I worry about him, when he cannot see my face on the weekends, who will eat his cinnamon rolls and sugar cookies when I am not there
 
All my friends that I already hardly see and then I would even less
My cat living with my parents that is still mine
The friends I go out walking with and laughing with till our stomachs hurt
My sister and my parents that I already see only once a week
All the plans that aren’t making themself, the months lengthening before I see them again
My high school best friends that I only see when the ones in the band are playing a concert
 
I already miss them all like you
And still, I think of leaving every single day
Sometimes I am terrified I never will
For I cannot leave any of them behind
 
But I hope to one day hug them all so tight
When they promise me we will see each other again
And I know we will
Because I love them all the same as they do me
Even when I have run back to you 
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deanmekel · 2 months
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The Highland mountains
If you were to ask me about the soft edged highland mountains
I will tell you about the years that have come and gone
The snow and ice that made their way south
The rain that battered down on this land till her edges were worn
 
I will tell you about all the hooves and foot soles that have trotted these stones
Every shade of green, brown, and purple this side of the sun
The clouds shaping themselves around the tops
 
I will tell you about the setting sun through the rain, golden in the sky and upon the mountainside
The water always moving down into the sea
The height of dreams
 
For there are some things just for me
How the sight of them fills the hollow within my bones
How the colours and the outline move to tears
How I wish I could run, leaving my old life behind
Start anew in the place my heart already resides
And I know I could call this place home forevermore 
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deanmekel · 2 months
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Like the land
Just as the dark silhouettes of the mountains outlined by the sun, I know I am not who the light shapes me out to be
I unfold my leaves in spring and let them fall again in autumn
I push and pull my body
I mend my own wounds
I let the tears fall and look for new growth
I trace the lines and hollows where a storm has raged against my skin
The setting sun illuminates my bones where the saltwater laps at my lips
And once in the twilight mist, I too sleep with the age-old ache of living deep inside my chest
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deanmekel · 2 months
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Babet
How we met, it was in this familiar foreign land
I did not expect it to be so bad
But you rage against the hills
You shatter against my skin
The ground trembles beneath your feet
You could snap my bones with ease
The trees you pulled out like weeds
The violence of your waves threatening to drown me
 
And when your eyes grow dark, just as the sky
The wind picks up, it carries the sound of your voice
Against all your anger, I will still go outside
There is only one thing I will ask from you now
One last favour from you to me, before you will inevitably leave
If you go raging into the night, please do it right
 
Barricade every exit, flood every road
Uproot every tree and throw them in my way
Cry me a river I won’t be able to cross for days
Trap me in this place
For even without your rage
I would still rather be here by myself
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deanmekel · 2 months
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Awaiting the blue moon
I saw her tonight even when I thought I would not
I had said I would look for her but I do not always remember
And just at her highest point, she greets me
Even through the clouds, I know she is still there
 
I am surprised still
As her shine reminds me
She will always be here
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deanmekel · 2 months
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Change
Above the clouds
Where the world ends in endless blue
I fall featherlight
In orange hue
 
Yet my legs do not carry me the same
Familiarity might change
The steep slopes make my body ache
 
I wish to come back on better days
When the mountain air still calls my name
In the light of the rising sun, I will forget my pain
I know I will return changed 
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deanmekel · 2 months
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Summer in Tuscany
The sad sunflower heads are now turned away from the sun
I do not think the grass is still growing
The crickets are the loudest beings around for miles and they are never quiet
Although the flowers and the grass is yellowed and the heat makes us all so very tired
There is no true silence here
 
On every hillside I see the grapevines thriving
Here the stars truly come out at night
It is a different kind of living
I know will never be mine
Still, even I will try to once a year appreciate the summer in the south
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