The Resistance

27.12.2017

I miss you

I whisper to the air

Hoping to reach you

Knowing I can’t take you back

But hoping you feel some kind of remorse

Because you were perfect

Too perfect

Like carved into marble by Michaelangelo

And I a Degas

Moving too fast for you to understand

You couldn’t handle any cracks in your surfaces

While I embraced them

And made them who I am

You were my first resistance

And I gave you the middle finger

And emerged stronger

And yet I miss your kisses in the dark

Your hunger.

But there will be other kisses in the dark

For the world is full of insatiable people.

Dísa Andersen

Richmond Hill

I think about you

every time

we sail past Richmond Hill

How we used to wander round

with hours left to kill

How you'd talk for hours on end

And rest your head on my shoulder

But now its changed, I see my friend

you look a hundred years older

The beautiful park

I sail by every day

And never get to enjoy

I think of the heart you kept at bay

and the ones you could break my boy

How to explain how much I loved you

How much I perhaps, still do

How I’ve been around the park with hundreds of men

but long to be there with you

The leaves in the park

are starting to rot

And still, I think of your smile

your arms that would hold me

both firmly and gently

when I begged you to stay

just a while

Your eyes like the water

I sank every time

How I wish that you’d left me to drown

For I'm stuck in the park

with no way to get out

stuck while you wander the town

Dísa Andersen

Time Will Tell

31.5.2018

I wanted to write you a song

But for the first time in my life I couldn’t find the words to describe what I’m feeling whilst still sticking to one theme.

And so I had to break the rules

Like so many before me undoubtedly

Our love can not be contained in verses and alliteration

It exists beyond rhyme and reason

But I who thrive in rhyme and reason

Am struggling to understand

Dísa Andersen

An excerpt from the 365 Cups of Tasteless Coffee Collection

5.5.2018

I wished to share my sunny days

and the rain against my window

But you can only give me starry nights

and promises to tender

I want someone to set ablaze

But you have burned to cinder

You have burned

Too bright

Too fast

Don’t know how long to linger

Getting dimmer, injured, thinner,

shut the blind?

Or let it simmer?

Cut the doubt

There’ll be no winner

Don’t come home

There’ll be no dinner

Dísa Andersen