mark mcconville – 3 poems

We Were Iconic.  
 
Beloved I tarnished the image  
Of us  
Crippling the nest, we made  
Lighting fires across the field of dreams,  
And seeing every flicker of light die. 
 
In my dreams we were iconic  
Troubled but honest,  
Even in the worst moments  
Energetic in our fight against anxiety.  
 
I saw you cry 
Those tears sent me to the hospital  
For the mad, they shook me,  
Pivotal in my memories.  
 
I could not believe,  
I could not imagine the feeling of being,  
Free and ready to be noble,  
In my mind and heart.  
 
You were the charm  
A catalyst among the shame  
A rising, fleeting mechanism,  
Which lit the room,  
We lay in for days, 
Counting spider webs and cracks 
In the walls.  
 
And the pain would stop  
When your body met mine  
The agony would halt  
When your soul met mine 
 
But, in the burning heat of suburbia  
Between life and death  
We kneeled at the edge  
Looking for a smile in the skies. 


In The Flash.  
 
I see you in the flash  
A radiance so powerful  
It almost blinds me  
Your aura is complete.  
 
I am a traveller you see 
Through alleyways of chaos  
Touching the graffitied walls 
To try and take on the magic of street art  
To be at one with the edgy hearts.  
 
The light you bring is pure  
Too pure for this world  
A world sucked in by agendas  
And greed.  
 
You are the princess fighting off the darkness  
Putting your dreams on hold for men who desire your eyes  
And your faith.  
 
It’s time to drag away the debris  
Covering the marble floors of your mind  
Be with me, as I diffuse the situations, I find myself in  
The rattle I find myself attacking with sheer focus and strength.  
 
Sugar-coated love isn’t real 
Faultless hope isn’t either  
We must disarm all that is false  
So, we can live a life without pondering over 
The last of the wine 
 
Destruction is near  
Hardship will follow  
Bread will be scarce  
As the people up in the highest building  
Will take everything.  
 
We need to escape the trigger point  
The middle of our worries  
And stand assured that we can both become complete.  


The Crash.  
 
Optimism crashed long ago  
Though the birds still sing  
I still scream into the void  
Curdling the atmosphere.  
 
I meant to take the brunt of the situation  
The pain, the pressure, the overwhelming feeling,  
Of being lost, and during psychological warfare.  
 
My mind tells me this  
And my heart tries to swerve  
The crash,  
And my reality seems different,  
From yours.  
 
The stress mounts up  
Like a burgeoning fire  
Flames so blue and orange  
They’re beautiful but deadly.  
 
I want the best for myself and you  
I can’t lose you, I can’t lose the vital part of the puzzle, the story, the pivotal segment of my desires.  
 
You scream for a life in paradise  
I bellow for normality,  
Inside this crafted world  
I fear we might lose our way.  
 
So, let’s make a truce,  
Let’s develop pictures  
And make sweet dreams become  
Our reality.  


MARK MCCONVILLE is a freelance music journalist who has written for many online and print publications. He also likes to write fiction and poetry. 


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