Month: April 2022

Consider this an apology, dear readers, for the darkness and angst I put us all through with the wandering poet.
For those of you who are wondering, just a while ago, I posted the incredibly dark, and maybe-fictitious SADIST.

This week, I present the latest in Reputation, Auld Lang Syne.

Presenting – the last in Reputation – Auld Lang Syne

A little more context for the poem, before you read it. It’s a poem, similar to the Forevermore series, about love and it alternates POVs. It’s also based on a multitude of songs I’ve found myself recently in LOVE with. Here is a link to my SPOTIFY playlist for Auld Lang Syne: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1157T9cXOeGuyix4WygDiW?si=534f2ca549bc4510

It’s not really meant to be romantic, but it uses the context of love to symbolize the pains of the past are “long gone,” and we should all learn to love ourselves, and look forward to the future, hence the title AULD LANG SYNE (Times Long Past). Based on how you look at it, it has either a positive, a negative or just a realistic ending.

HER
I don’t want us to be easy, have a sweet relationship that’s the norm,
A boy and a girl, young love from opposite dorms;

I’ve had them all before, one with a leather jacket phase,
Bad boys that my daddy hates, a motorcycle ride through an urban maze;

A nice guy, with freshly pressed clothes and a regulation haircut,
My mom loved his “darling‘s” and the way he liked me with no makeup;

My foreign friend, with Romanian ends, a lovely smile with matted locks,
[He’s] Treading closely along the lines, they all tell me that boy’s gots the hots…

HIM
I was drowning, when you came and taught me to swim,
I could never tell you, but sometimes at night, I’m jealous of him;

Just the thought of you with him, all of your poetry I’ve read,
All those days and weeks and months of lazy mornings, dinner dates, and late nights – it messes with my head;

Tiptoeing around, and all the words I whispered [when I was] near you – treading with caution,
But now I’m tired of waiting, I’m finally standing here at your door to tell you you’re the one, that I love you, after years of all these people watching…

HER
I don’t believe them – it seems too easy, love’s a truant – won’t be that damn breezy,
But I think maybe you won’t be the same, because you text me in the middle of the night just to tease me,

A half-Irish boy, with curly dark hair, and your eyes that look like they care,
Walking with your arm around mine, just to block their judging stares…

HIM AND HER
Your whispered, ‘“I LOVE YOU’s,” at the crack of dawn,
Your laughing form, watching movies with mine, Auld Lang Syne, but I’m already too far gone…

THEM
In the early hours of the afternoon, the words we vowed to each other,
“I’ve had many lovers, but for you, I’d wait for forever and never take another…”

ANVI TUTEJA
Vale tu, Auld Lang Syne…

Reputation Presents – over again, An Interlude

(every single time you make me, fall in love with you, over again)
—
And you play little games, and I crave –
your fleeting affections,
your wandering attentions,
your endless kinds of interventions,

all
make
me
feel
like
we
can
no
longer
deny
this
connection
.
because
I
can
feel
it
in
all
I
say
and
do
and
speak
and
sing
and
write
.
because
I
can
feel
you
even
now
when
you’re
over
7000
miles
away
–
in
a
different
timeline

borrowed clothes and spare keys – smoke, cream and all the Sundays you spent with me,
—
(it seems, it’s a thing of the past, that it wasn’t meant to last – but even now I can’t help but fall in love with you, even if you don’t want me to)
ANVI TUTEJA