Platonic

This is my first complete, workshopped, redrafted and edited performance poem. I just want to explain as a disclaimer that it is fictional, and any elements that may be based on real life have been added because they worked for the poem. It's artistic license, just like the word Platonomy... which really should exist!

Platonic

We spend our days together
we talk all day and drink too much at night
we lie in bed platonically
and believe that its better this way.

Let’s be perfect
and see how many people ask why we aren't
– you know.
And we'll answer; best friends for ever and ever.

You bring me chocolate at midnight
just because you're a nice guy
and we sit and talk til morning.
We don't care that it’s freezing cold
just wrapped up in each other and the blanket we found.

We'll hide our jealousy
and comfort each other’s broken heart
we can't understand why it never works out.
Who couldn't or wouldn't love you forever?
It breaks my heart,
to see you in pain.

We spend our days together
we talk all day and drink too much at night
we lie in bed platonically
and believe that its better this way.

We sing together, the songs no one else knows;
You knew the Barenaked Ladies lyrics
and performed it to the room
But I think it was just me and you.

Let’s think back to when we met
when I still had him
and you had her.
Wishing we'd met before or after
when maybe, just maybe
there'd be no rules to break.

We read each other
it's impossible to hide our bad days
but we know when we should or shouldn't ask.
You scrunch your hair when anxious, or bored
but I know the difference, and I really want to ask.

We spend our days together
we talk all day and drink too much at night
we lie in bed platonically
and believe that its better this way.

We share drunken kisses
and not remember the next day,
because if we remember it may never happen again.
Let’s share drunken kisses
again and again.

Let’s break down the barriers
Let’s forget the promises
Let’s forget the rules we made.
And just be happy, we could be happy.

Up From the Skies

Okay here goes, first poem to be published...
It's my first and probably last attempt at a rondeau, and is inspired by Jimi Hendrix. I don't normally like to write 'proper' structured page poetry but I had to give it a go. Any feedback is welcome, if I'm offended I'll just cry to myself.

Up from the Skies

Lord knows I am a Voodoo Chile,
a subpar soldier in exile.
In Tenassee we made a band
Fender guitars, I played lefthand.
This would be my life, for a while.

At home they’d never like my style.
I felt that I should go mobile,
I’d be accepted in England.
Lord knows I am.

Over here they think I’m worthwhile;
demonstrating my guitar smile.
Chemicals make my mind expand,
life doesn’t always go as planned
I wanted to go out in style,
Lord knows I am.