Frozen Feelings

Do you like I
Shiver sometimes
Inside
When
Words can touch?
Do you like I
Cry sometimes
When pretty things lose touch?
And you like I
Can be affected
By a darkened sky.
Or frozen feelings
Bitten smiles
The questions how and why
Well I like you
Can see right through
Each little eye’s direction
Those gestures
Hidden deeply by
The fear of slight affection

A Tip and Toe of Time

You and your and everything
Is and always was
A friendly strange addiction with
An odd unknowing cause

I and me and everywhere
Revolved around your being
Days were not a solid one
If you my eyes weren’t seeing

But you or he or she could be
The topic of this writing
Where rare but darkened days exist
You’re who provides the lighting

A tip and toe of time can still
Unravel brand new bonds
Where words are claimed and stolen
By whoever next responds

Plastic Stars

I wait for the sun on days too faint
Sometimes you need the light
And amongst the eye and briefest touch
You were mine for a minute last night

I wait for the moon on days too bright
Somethings feel better in the dark
And plastic stars come out sometimes
To accompany our spark

I’ll draw you how it feels in words
And pen and pencils too
But still the light will stay switched off
Until it happens to you

You're Beautiful at Life

You’re beautiful at life
And sweet how you don’t know it
A rocky thorn can tear your world
But little do you show it
And on that day of ruins where
Emotions made their own
And every word was subject to
A terrifying tone
Happy days remind you that
What will be will be
And time can pull u back again
And life shall make you free
You’re beautiful at life
And sweet how you don’t show it
I wrote this about you good friend
How sad you'll never know it

:)

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I hope I won’t be missing you

As I sit cross legged with flowered views

Of this sunshine house and white laced days

The Buttoned Pom and daisy maze

Forget me not, although i'm little

I’ll plant a seed so tall that it’ll

Hide all weeds that steal my mind

And be our wall to hide behind

And there's a rose I’ll let you borrow

If you promise you’ll be here tomorrow

A thought i thought on 16th July

A wonderful thing it is, when a single moment ties life together with elegant ribbon.

And how prized it is to own such eyes.

Now this old day is a new one, where ideas turn to stars. My eyes do not twinkle, they remain shyly observant perched amongst thoughts.

On this blue evening the wind whispered.

And i now know how to see.
Life is beautiful, if you know where to look.

A little Glow

This spark you talk of
Lacking so
I see it not
But feel its glow

Don’t end it here
It’s just begun
This spark may be
A sneaky one

And there it glows
A little more
But fleeing now
It’s ours no more…

And on it goes
With one big blow
Such precious light
You just let go

A short thought.

I learn from you

How not to be

How not to do

How not to see

I hate to have to love you

I love you so sweetly

But I hate you so completely

I hate to love you really

And hate to hate discreetly

I hate to have to love you

Id love it if my hate grew

I’d love it if you were true

But hate it what I went through

I loved to love you yesterday

Now I’d love to hate you tomorrow

I’d love to steal you secretly

But hate to have to borrow

I’d love to steal your happiness

I’d hate to see you sad

I hate to have to hate you

But secretly I’m glad

Unnamed

I hover between uncertainties
A sweetly sickening pace
A brisk realisation
Burns my chest and face

Away the sweetness travels
Bitterly adjacent
An apple core so firm
A hole in its replacement

Terror is a predator
Eating all that’s left
Tentatively draining me

Emotional theft

A Wonderful Thing...

A wonderful thing it is, when a single moment ties life together with elegant ribbon. And how prized it is to own such eyes.

Now this old day is a new one, where ideas turn to stars. My eyes do not twinkle, they remain shyly observant perched amongst thoughts.

On this blue evening the wind whispered.

‘Life truly is beautiful, if you know how to look’

The Now

The Now: an irregular stage in life.

Where am I?

Whilst I am as real as I have ever been, and almost realer than I have ever acknowledged, I have never been so lost.

When life brings new things, my ground turns to sand.

The foundations and structure of life slips between my toes. These feet, are they reliable? Will they stay constant through change, unlike my surroundings? Or with they too, change.

This mind I use so perplexingly is such an inconstant matter. Thus; how can ones life ever be stable, when that which is the foundation of ones thoughts cannot be relied upon?

Trust is naivety.

Sad how this has become, such barriers are formed when being realistic. But a broken relationship and a broken family leave me no stable ground to know any different.

And still the hand continues round the clock. Perhaps in its next rotation, the sand in which supports these reliable feet, may turn to rock. A rock in the middle of the ocean, maybe, but the first in a series of stepping stones, always holds the most doubts.

Artistic Expression

Escape

I will please

With such dainty departure

And fall I will not

…Into great seas

Silently silent

This new word is charming

Where bad thoughts quite cleanly

Dissolve in the breeze

Straightforward thinking/

Artistic expression

Daisy lined lanes

Beauty- no question

Return

I will now

With such timid arrival

Catch me now if you will

My mind so Prismatic

My hair all a static

So timelessly time seems so still.

(May 2008)

Dear love,

My heart may always be a little open

But like the sky

Cannot be broken

My thoughts may always be

A little elsewhere

(Torn deeper than his very hands would dare)

But my mind is as fixed as a pretty face

And my future’s a dress;

Embroidered with lace

Perhaps it’s good my eyes failed to see

The wrong that’s sharper

Than eyes could be

My heart may always be a little open

But like the sky

Remains unbroken

A New Realisation

One touch
…And I’m lost

One word
…Then I’m found

Everything’s perfect
But inside I’m drowned

This was a dream
One worth too much
A second of difference
So desperate to touch

There is no right
Could I be wrong?
My mirrors reflection
Refracting a song

Ugly thoughts
Complexity grows
A knot in my stomach
(Nobody knows)

Then with weightless effort
I see new light
Releasing the meaning
To all
Despite

Had it been there not
Would I feel so sweet?
A realisation
Superbly discrete

One note
…And I’m lost

One more
…Then I’m found

All wrong melts to right
All silence is sound.

Shaken into Reality

Shaken into Reality

And there it was…
A tense monotonic silence louder than I had ever witnessed before, shaking the bed below my body.

5.6 on the Richter scale.
Such a trivial event in world news.

Still; the moment the ground moves below our feet, is the moment I reflect reality. Understandably.
So here I sit and write, (completely in control of my every thought) about where I sat in a room so out of control; and pondered the fragility of life.

I shuck to the beat, a metronome of faultless rhythm, so bizarre it rocked me into terror. With every tremor expressions died, cracked like the ground, into a state of distress and utter confusion. An expression too vulnerable for comfort, from those whose position in my life is to protect.

In just a few seconds we were back to reality. Confusion, excitement, amusement. But as the floor remained firm, a flaw became clear; our helplessness to world disaster.

Strange it seems- how something so minor had the ability to shake me into a new notion; where, for those few seconds, existence seemed a novelty.

(March 08)

Pessimism

Why in Gods name did you bring us to being, where ‘being’ for some is a life full of fleeing?

Why create places to poor to survive in, with no choice in which city you come to arrive in?

Why create sleep when gone into too deep can be stolen by nightmares and riddled with creep?

Why would you make it so some couldn’t take it, Give us a heart to then rip out and break it.

Invisibly Bound

There’s nobodies presence
A deafening sound
One metre apart
Invisibly bound

To a past that we’ve shared
The closeness we’ve felt
To the memories had
In this room where I’m knelt

We’ve rewound back to friendship
It’s not a step back
I’m climbing to freedom
I’m not to loose track

Right here we sit
A few inches apart
Those eyes on the screen
That fist round my heart

But like where we are
Expectations are brittle
That clench looses grip
I’m smiling a little

I climb firther to friendship
Still not a sound
One metre apart
Invisibly Bound

I climb further to friendship
Still not a sound
A metre apart

'You never did learn, to let little people grow'

Nov 2007

One touch
…And I’m lost

One word
…Then I’m found

Everything’s perfect
But inside I’m drowned?

This was a dream
One worth too much
A second of difference
So desperate to touch

There is no right
Could I be wrong?
My mirrors reflection
Refracting a song

One note
…And I’m lost

One more
…Then I’m found

What if wrong could be right?
What if silence were sound

(Nov 2007)

A Dance in the Past

Let’s go fishing for a dream
The kind that once was real
The mist of stage steam
And music you could feel

Let’s go floating into memories
The kind that hold you forever
The shine of sequined glows
…Alluring velvet feather

Let’s go find where photo’s happened
The kind we frame to treasure
The butterflies stealing our stomach
A thrill
Too much to measure

Let’s go back and feel the music
The kind that held routines
The spotlight burning through our eyes
…Endearing audience screams

Let’s sit back and join the audience
A performance of perfection
The stage no longer mine
…Facing the wrong direction

Let’s pirouette into the past
A dance to end the years
The bulb-lit mirrors reflect the magic
Washed out through time and tears