How I long to go down to the sea and sit on the rocks
Hear the waves lapping around them in an effort to reach me
Get me wet and uncomfortable
What a metaphor
The other woman
You are the stone thrown
into the depths of my river,
the subtle unsettling
upon my surface.
As you sink below my water,
don't fear that you may disappear
like all the secrets beneath--
from you the
stillness in my bones
ripples out and echoes sweet
from the deepness
that lives inside.
Not knowing how I feel
Is better than knowing
That all is not well -
Is that not a fallacy?
Ignorance should never have
Been allowed to be considered
I surmise, therefore, that I am the bull
In this china shop of melancholy.
It is nothing short of utter folly,
To enforce anything but
That trite little rhyme,
"Beautiful to watch, beautiful to hold
If you dare break it, consider it sold"
So if you had me in your arms
And I am now broken,
Why am I not yours?
After all these words spoken
Why are you locking doors?
Oh well, just mix me another one
Double rejection on the rocks
With slices of lemon.
Drinks such as these,
My queen of hearts,
Prepares me well for
One day buried deep in thoughts I stumbled on a rock
As I was gathering myself it spoke to me which was quite astonishing
Do it kick me in anger with all that vengeance inside it’s your call
But remember the fact that it was my weight made you fall
So either think with your brain or do what’s in your heart
Analyze all options always weigh things before you start
A drop falling for a million years in a stream crafted me
Success demands just one thing persistence is the key
I was part of a corner stone of a house built on sand
The builder was foolish preferred clay over solid land
So one day a strong gust of wind knocked the dwelling down
In life whatever you make your foundations should be on solid ground
Shattered, thrown out, I was no more use for a builder’s pride
This world sees your outer self very few care what’s inside
In a riot a few days ago I was aimed at someone’s head
The little red on one side reminds because of me a person bled
Sometimes against your intention people use you as a tool
Always be on your guard, play smart, never forget this rule
Please throw me on that construction site
I want to be a part of it even though I am small
Always side with those who build bridges not walls
I like rocks and great big granite blocks
But the question remains
Do rocks talk?
( My phychiatrist said.."What do you think"?)
I think this;
Rocks walk and talk in the night when they're out of our sight
And during the day when boys and girls are at play
Rocks are just rocks and are locked up in...Erm..