Along with reams of short stories, and longer attempts at fiction, I’ve written countless poems over the decades. The bulk were written in my teens and twenties and I literally have folders full of handwritten and typewritten compositions.

I’d been threatening to put a selection into print since the mid-90’s. I remember discussing it with an old girlfriend in ’95 but a number of things always seemed to stop me. Part of that was not really being sure if I wanted to share them with the world, part was never having the time to go through what was amounting to thousands of bits of paper – ranging from typed and formatted finished compositions to hand written stanzas on the back of paper bags, or anything I had at hand when inspiration hit.

A few years ago I finally got round to sorting out a collection and published them under the title “Wild Card Symphonies”. Consisting of three smaller volumes of my work, “Wild Card Symphonies”, “Cry To Me”, and “This Graveyard Heart”, the book totaled just over 120 poems. You can buy a copy (plug plug) through Lulu on one of the links at the bottom of the page if you like what you read and want to have more.

A Different Hurt

Give me a meaning.

Give me a feeling.

Just give me a delicate taste

Of the wine you flaunt

Just beyond my naked reach.

Lead me on to acts I’ll regret,

And coax me into more loosing situations.

Just another confrontation

That we know will break my heart further,

That will make my pain deeper,

Deeper as my despair.

Why do you think I play with you

And slide deeper when you ask me to.

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Give me a meaning.

Give me a feeling.

Just give me a sign that you care.

I can’t take these mindgames

Without falling past my limits,

And loosing all my guides.

My soul’s not into this game

It hurts more than just my body,

And scars more than just my skin.

But you are so addictive

And can sometimes be so warm,

And you’re the one who is there for me

To give me a different hurt.

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You can make me forget

Through you’re loving pain,

And make my dreams as impossible

As my freedom is impossible.

You can make my hurt go deeper

And you can corrupt my mind,

And push me past my limits,

And I know I’ll never be the same again,

But I still remember Her name.

(A DIFFERENT HURT By A R J Abranson, 17-09-95/23:13)

My poetry anthology, Wild Card Symphonies, is available to buy now on Lulu in both Softcover and Dust Jacket Hardcover.

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Wild Card Symphonies, Cry To Me & This Graveyard Heart are Copyright ©2015, Angus Abranson. All rights reserved.
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