Monday, 1 December 2008
Frozen Feelings
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
Friday, 21 November 2008
A Tip and Toe of Time
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
Tuesday, 14 October 2008
Plastic Stars
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
Sunday, 28 September 2008
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
Sunday, 17 August 2008
:)
Thursday, 17 July 2008
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.
Life is beautiful, if you know where to look.
A little Glow
Lacking so
I see it not
But feel its glow
It’s just begun
This spark may be
A sneaky one
A little more
But fleeing now
It’s ours no more…
With one big blow
Such precious light
You just let go
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
Bitterly adjacent
An apple core so firm
A hole in its replacement
Eating all that’s left
Tentatively draining me
Tuesday, 15 July 2008
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.
Sunday, 22 June 2008
The Now
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
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)
A New Realisation
…And I’m lost
One word
…Then I’m found
But inside I’m drowned
One worth too much
A second of difference
So desperate to touch
Could I be wrong?
My mirrors reflection
Refracting a song
Complexity grows
A knot in my stomach
(Nobody knows)
I see new light
Releasing the meaning
To all
Despite
Would I feel so sweet?
A realisation
Superbly discrete
…And I’m lost
One more
…Then I’m found
All silence is sound.
Shaken into Reality
Such a trivial event in world news.
Pessimism
Invisibly Bound
A deafening sound
One metre apart
Invisibly bound
The closeness we’ve felt
To the memories had
In this room where I’m knelt
It’s not a step back
I’m climbing to freedom
I’m not to loose track
A few inches apart
Those eyes on the screen
That fist round my heart
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
Saturday, 21 June 2008
Nov 2007
One touch
…And I’m lost
…Then I’m found
But inside I’m drowned?
One worth too much
A second of difference
So desperate to touch
Could I be wrong?
My mirrors reflection
Refracting a song
…And I’m lost
…Then I’m found
What if silence were sound
A Dance in the Past
The kind that once was real
The mist of stage steam
And music you could feel
The kind that hold you forever
The shine of sequined glows
…Alluring velvet feather
The kind we frame to treasure
The butterflies stealing our stomach
A thrill
Too much to measure
The kind that held routines
The spotlight burning through our eyes
…Endearing audience screams
A performance of perfection
The stage no longer mine
…Facing the wrong direction
A dance to end the years
The bulb-lit mirrors reflect the magic
Washed out through time and tears