I've considered quitting writing
but the words they just won't stop;
sometimes I just write nonsense
and it's a total flop.
Sometimes I get excited,
about the melodies words bring.
Then I often realise
they don't mean anything.
Valentine's Day Card
I fell in love, with you, my friend.
I fell in love but that's not the end.
You took my heart, and you tore it apart,
ripped it to shreds, until I was dead.
So I won't be sending a card this year,
because why do you deserve any cheer?
I fell in love but that's not the end.
You took my heart, and you tore it apart,
ripped it to shreds, until I was dead.
So I won't be sending a card this year,
because why do you deserve any cheer?
New Year Resolutions?
We're all resolved,
our plans are made
but as the cold draws on
hopes start to fade.
Thoughts of slimming and romance
turn to duvet days and fags,
the world outside rejected
in favour of sweeties in bags.
The gym is a distant memory,
replaced by cooking stodgy stews.
By the time Spring hits
we've forgotten our old views.
Resolutions are hidden
in the back of our minds,
we no longer care
about bettering out lives.
Until the year draws to an end
and we look at last years list,
we hang our head in shame
and ball the paper in our fist.
Then on new years day
we start over again,
preparing to get healthy,
to rescue ourselves from pain.
We dream of lots of good days,
knowing bed behaviour never pays,
and we prepare for the perpetual cycle
to start all over again.
our plans are made
but as the cold draws on
hopes start to fade.
Thoughts of slimming and romance
turn to duvet days and fags,
the world outside rejected
in favour of sweeties in bags.
The gym is a distant memory,
replaced by cooking stodgy stews.
By the time Spring hits
we've forgotten our old views.
Resolutions are hidden
in the back of our minds,
we no longer care
about bettering out lives.
Until the year draws to an end
and we look at last years list,
we hang our head in shame
and ball the paper in our fist.
Then on new years day
we start over again,
preparing to get healthy,
to rescue ourselves from pain.
We dream of lots of good days,
knowing bed behaviour never pays,
and we prepare for the perpetual cycle
to start all over again.
Hollow shadow
A shadow of a man,
a hollow unfilled shell.
They both lack depth,
they both fail to be.
There's nothing beyond the surface,
no hopes or fears or dreams.
They are what they are
and that's all they can see.
a hollow unfilled shell.
They both lack depth,
they both fail to be.
There's nothing beyond the surface,
no hopes or fears or dreams.
They are what they are
and that's all they can see.
Blossoming disappointment
Disappointment
is like a flower,
it blossoms in its beauty
and dies at the first sight of frost.
A building hope
that falls back down,
like a dream
waking up to reality.
is like a flower,
it blossoms in its beauty
and dies at the first sight of frost.
A building hope
that falls back down,
like a dream
waking up to reality.
Broken Ending
Why is life so fragile?
Why does it easily break?
How do we hold it together?
How do we know what's not fake?
Does anyone get a happy ending,
when an ending means something has gone?
How do we know what's forever?
And what's just about to go wrong?
Why does it easily break?
How do we hold it together?
How do we know what's not fake?
Does anyone get a happy ending,
when an ending means something has gone?
How do we know what's forever?
And what's just about to go wrong?
Consumed creeping
Physically ill,
the ache creeps over me,
quieted
only by you.
I used to want,
now I need
you.
Scared.
It threatens to
consume
so often now.
I am controlled by it,
not it by me.
This love
brings tears
and happiness,
we can't choose which.
the ache creeps over me,
quieted
only by you.
I used to want,
now I need
you.
Scared.
It threatens to
consume
so often now.
I am controlled by it,
not it by me.
This love
brings tears
and happiness,
we can't choose which.
Desires
Handbags on shoulders
and clutches in fingers,
high heels
and low heels
and flat shoes with bows.
Boxes and pouches
filled with bangles and rings,
these are just some
of my desired things.
and clutches in fingers,
high heels
and low heels
and flat shoes with bows.
Boxes and pouches
filled with bangles and rings,
these are just some
of my desired things.
Appreciate This - an exerpt
She sat, illuminated by the lamppost, tapping her French painted fingernails on the steering wheel. Five minutes ago she'd sped into the car park at 40mph preparing her apology. As it turned out she wasn’t the late one, despite never wearing a watch.
She observed the casual way he rolled into the space next to her and turned off his engine. As usual she unlocked her doors, climbed out, relocked the doors behind her, and climbed into his red Golf, noting the attentive cleanness. He leant over and swept his lips against hers, a habitual gesture, with no passion.
“So,” he smiled, raising his dark eyebrows, “I presume, as we are on neutral ground, I’ve done something wrong?”
She observed the casual way he rolled into the space next to her and turned off his engine. As usual she unlocked her doors, climbed out, relocked the doors behind her, and climbed into his red Golf, noting the attentive cleanness. He leant over and swept his lips against hers, a habitual gesture, with no passion.
“So,” he smiled, raising his dark eyebrows, “I presume, as we are on neutral ground, I’ve done something wrong?”
Against expectations
The garish bride was upstaged by the simple silhouettes of the bridesmaids, whose usually death like complexions were transformed.
Secret
A drop of gold
on a burning candle,
locked away in a silken drawer
for eternity,
how long it may.
on a burning candle,
locked away in a silken drawer
for eternity,
how long it may.
When past and present combine
Things seem to be just perfect,
like magic in the air.
The history of romance
re-written for a pair.
Then,
like a cloud,
old feelings come back to haunt you,
swirling you into a whirlwind,
where colours and faces merge.
Some things never fade.
When things change
you can't go back.
The confusion you'll find
once past and present combine.
The opposite of nothing,
too many feelings found.
A choice to be made
and kept for all time.
No going back on your word.
like magic in the air.
The history of romance
re-written for a pair.
Then,
like a cloud,
old feelings come back to haunt you,
swirling you into a whirlwind,
where colours and faces merge.
Some things never fade.
When things change
you can't go back.
The confusion you'll find
once past and present combine.
The opposite of nothing,
too many feelings found.
A choice to be made
and kept for all time.
No going back on your word.
Lack of support
Always leaning forward,
never leaning back.
We strain to get closer,
forgetting to fear the attack.
By now we should know better
but passion always wins,
overtaking wisdom,
allowing us our sins.
never leaning back.
We strain to get closer,
forgetting to fear the attack.
By now we should know better
but passion always wins,
overtaking wisdom,
allowing us our sins.
Time
Times have changed,
and times have past.
There's more to come
it's not the last.
Each hug,
each cry,
each shoulder took,
will fade away.
But the memory,
that's here to stay.
and times have past.
There's more to come
it's not the last.
Each hug,
each cry,
each shoulder took,
will fade away.
But the memory,
that's here to stay.
Mixed Emotions
A match lit from the heart,
the fire of midnight sparkles
glisten for an eternity,
or just the moment.
When the light burns out,
clarity remains.
the fire of midnight sparkles
glisten for an eternity,
or just the moment.
When the light burns out,
clarity remains.
I don't believe
I don't believe in happy endings.
I don't believe in hope.
I don't believe in love,
because I no longer believe in you.
I don't believe in hope.
I don't believe in love,
because I no longer believe in you.
My partner and me
I have been wrapped up tightly in black leather all day. They are supposed to be functional, comfortable even, but I want freedom. I cannot breathe, beads of perspiration gather in my crevices, I need air. The cotton cloaking between me and the leather does nothing to soften the rubbing against my delicate surface. Some stand on spindly towers but I'm flat to the ground. I've seen others sway sensually in sexy stilettos or totter dangerously in daring platforms, but I am plain in my cow skin, mock cow skin. The pillars above squash me down. A dull ache throughout. Hands get paid while I suffer, my partner and me. Backwards and forwards, absorbing the impact. I long for the luxury of warm water to soak in. Soft skin blisters, while the rough gets rougher. I should be caressed, massaged, but she won't allow it because she is too busy.
My Angel
Time flowed by,
I was alone,
nothing could touch
the truth inside.
Until what I saw one day
changed me.
Now I know
what you went through.
We'll be together until the very end
my friend.
You mean so much to me
but now apart we must be.
You've moved on
but I can't let go.
I'll hold onto the past,
to you,
hold onto the memories,
which will never die,
they'll remain with me
for as long as I shall be.
I was alone,
nothing could touch
the truth inside.
Until what I saw one day
changed me.
Now I know
what you went through.
We'll be together until the very end
my friend.
You mean so much to me
but now apart we must be.
You've moved on
but I can't let go.
I'll hold onto the past,
to you,
hold onto the memories,
which will never die,
they'll remain with me
for as long as I shall be.
Happy Birthday
Soft lies are told while dead hearts crawl
through forest caves bejeweled.
The crackle as stick snap underfoot the flame,
scarred flesh buried where eyes cannot see.
An ecstasy of flowing salt
frozen like snow flakes and kept for eternity.
Bruised and broken within.
Struggling sheets of ice slip.
Branches pinned back.
Gasps of wind mocking silence
within the cave unheard.
Beating drums hasten as the scream is sliced short.
Chained to the celebration
on the day you were born.
through forest caves bejeweled.
The crackle as stick snap underfoot the flame,
scarred flesh buried where eyes cannot see.
An ecstasy of flowing salt
frozen like snow flakes and kept for eternity.
Bruised and broken within.
Struggling sheets of ice slip.
Branches pinned back.
Gasps of wind mocking silence
within the cave unheard.
Beating drums hasten as the scream is sliced short.
Chained to the celebration
on the day you were born.
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