escaping you was no easy task
my brain erupted with fear,
but when it came to facing you
your voice was all i could hear
"what are you doing darling?"
you whispered, so very close
i really don't want to be here
a face, too pale, for a ghost
my stomach, tied in knots
your waterfall eyes, began to grow
i am sorry, so very sorry
and then the tears, begun to flow
with small, paced footsteps
i turned to walk away;
to dive back into the ocean
darling, i cannot stay.
Love, a funny thing.
Not so funny when it
is spit back in your face.
Waiting for the train come
It was peak time
The train station was packed like sardine packed
Full of workers hoping to go back home to their families
All the sweats they have given out on that day
Was it all worth it?
Standing besides the railway
If i jump will anyone help me?
Will anyone pull me out of the railway?
Small lights catched my eye 1km away
Oh there's the train coming!
Everyone was colliding and pushing each other to get into the train
Because you don't want to miss the train
It was near dawn, everyone wants to go back before dawn approaches
They would do anything to get in
I was bumped into a guy, he was sweet
And then things get so awkward in the train
I was seating infront of the guy
It was one of the moments I would like to escape from
But not long after that, we hopped off at our station
Heading back home
And until now, I could never forget his face :)
Someone said I'm a so so writer and I'm not that good.
The words didn't offend me and I'm working at improving.
Here's the short list of what I'd like to do with and for you.
I embrace words most need to look up and love when you use them.
Sit back and read this poem I wrote and hope you like.
I'd like you to walk beside me enjoying the view on the pier.
I know you have difficulties walking without pain
so we take it slow and stop as much as you required.
I'd like to talk to you for hours using intelligent words.
I'd like to gift you long love poetry written on parchment paper.
I'd like you to write poetry for me using a King's English.
I LOVE it when you use words found in a thesaurus!
I like the way you make poetry writing easy breezy.
I'd like to get to know you better face to face and use our words.
I've heard you speak and I love hearing the sound of your voice.
I would love it if you called me and said you want to hear me breath.
I'd like you to write and sing a song just for me one day.
I'd like to know your favorite perfume and gift it to you.
I'd like you to paint a portrait of me and I'd hang it on my wall.
I'd like to know what you do when you're off net.
I wont follow you around town to discover where you go.
I'd like to know your secrets if you wanted to share them.
I'd like to know your favorite foods and prepare them for you.
I read words and know you like being read to and would like to
read works by your favorite authors to you under a shade tree.
I'd like to build a time machine for you to go back in time
to before you lost trust and faith in all men not to hurt you.
I like your long poems and love we share a love of big and small words.
You could be the bird in the D.H. Lawrence poem called "Self-pity"
I like how you inspire me to keep writing poetry and to get better at it.
I imagine petals of light pink roses or of cherry blossoms gliding in the air
Slowly, they turn and fall, gliding through the empty space
I see a pretty woman, with mesmerizing hair and pretty ears and earlobes, sitting there, in a pink dress and with an elegant white hat
Her hair is pulled back into a knot and she plays with little flowers dancing with the wind
I cannot see her face, but I know that she is beautiful and I know that I feel something for her
Perhaps she has blue eyes and small pink lips
Or possibly she has penetrating dark eyes and luscious lips
This woman, is surrounded by the pink petals
Flowing with the gusts of wind that blow the pink dress and white hat
Hundreds, thousands of petals that surround her like little butterflies in the time of love,
Turn and swirl freely, spinning vertically and horizontally
They fall and fall, as if from trees atop the clouds that hang above
But then they rise, too, can you see? Rising, flowing, going everywhere with the waves of blowing air
The lady holds her hat and grabs a petal that far-off mountains and the trees, the rivers and the streams, dedicate to her.
The petal, smooth and delicate, a reflection of her tender hands
The petal, pleasantly aromatic like her fragrance
The petal, soft with subtle shades of pink, a reflection of her gentle nature and all things that surround her being
Lost in my thoughts, I imagine a fragrant atmosphere, with scent of pink rose petals,
And there, a sweet and pretty woman sits surrounded by floating petals in the air.
Muchas gracias =)
In my mind,
the fight was a result of your undying love for me,
an act of protection,
for your fair maiden.
I was the perfect damsel in distress,
dragging you away from the bad guy.
How I ever managed to daydream,
over the screams
and the struggling,
is beyond me.
As you gracefully caved in the guys skull
with your elegant knee,
painting a watercolour of red on the concrete,
I stood back and watched.
Each drop of blood,
that splattered the night scarlet,
mirrored a drop of the salty tears
running down my cheek.
I wanted him to get back up
and smash your beautiful face into a perfect Picasso.
He didn't do anything but lie in his own river.
I wanted to be washed away with it.
Instead, I had to watch you triumphantly step back from your kill,
the picture of alpha male,
and look for your mate.
Why won't you capture me?
Because you want her.
My best friend.
The one who I should be comforting,
for having two guys so in love with her that they'd kill each other
I'm scared if I place a hand on her shoulder,
I might crumble.
I could leave my soft white mark on you,
if you just gave me the chance.
But maybe you like the chill,
the chance to pull her closer.
I can't look anymore.
I step over the battlefield and make my way down the street.
I see her get in a taxi
with the guy you just half bludgeoned to death to win her heart.
I see you stood amongst the wreckage,
confusion on your war wounded face,
not knowing what went wrong.
Just like I gave in and cared about you.
What idiots we are.
Somebody punch me in the face.
marvel at the complex-pattern
painting such a span of swirls
light-panels less than shimmer
in the afternoon shadows on the wooden kitchen-table
biggest fear - your leaving
beautiful summer-days lost in your eyes
oblivion dances like a wily-wench at hypnotising fire-licks
from our languid-bed, I'd lazy-feed you lox-on-crackers
and everything you liked
heaven never had it so good
woke up and you weren't there
where'd you go to?
no letter, no call.. for days
to overcome this fear
I brought in a b-i-g-g-e-r one
that used to drive me to serious-pitfalls in the past
off to the exotic pet-shop, my toes marched me
and I got one - very toxic thing on legs
without a natural terrarium
once home, I set it free
I set free.... my biggest fear
to blot out your absence
to overcome your presence
to forget you
it crawled around and made a home
while I hardly breathed nor slept
and moved about on ginger-steps
I kept feeling strands of your hair
in my sleep
on my cheek
inside my cry
and woke to moonlight bathed in sweat
I did not wash your pillow, after weeks now
I bury my face in olfactory-memory lingering
and pine for you, but I see your missing set of keys and..
/ scratch .. scratch /
I hear a sudden scurrying
heartbeat jumps out cage
eyeballs to the parquet-floor
I'm getting used to this new pet
and she doesn't mind my breathing
oh, I swear she's a brain-scanner
when she looks at me that way
like she can read me.. through and through
I dare not pet, I dare not touch... ohhhh no!
I leave her the daily-bowl of delicious, fresh worms
to find it empty in the evening
I guess, thanks for freedom.. of sorts
one day, I left the window open
as I jotted down some poignant thoughts
at my antique-escritoire
espied her legs upon the solar-sill
thought she'd be running... a leaver, too
she was sunning all her legs awhile
the season's changing.. leaves are falling
crackle of wind in the air
now, I'm making me some coffee in my silver whistle-pot
hot, solo beverage to calm my settling-mind
when.. ping-ping.. comes a text
lo and behold....
it is you...
delirium / delirium /
(I'm on cloud-nine... you're coming home tonight..
you love me so much, you say..
made a mistake..
you've got something big to share..
I've taken time to prepare a special-meal.. candles and all your faves
but must pop out quick to get some lox...)
I'm back now, got the stuff now
key in lock
but the door.. jammed by a weight.. of sorts
can't seem to push the darn-door open...
shoving hard, I see........
fear compounded by a minus
S T - 4 dec 13
days fly by
on wing of trust
"Goodnight sweetie," my mom says as she turns out my bedroom light and shuts the door.
Instantly, my heart starts to race and I whisper "no, not the dark.
Please don't leave me alone with the monster."
I lay in bed clutching my little dolly with the blanket over my head as my vision blurs.
Even though my blanket is warm, I feel my body go pale and cold.
He's coming to get me, this is my final night
And no one will ever know how I died
I somehow hear the window unlatch over my hearbeat drumming in my ears.
I pull the blanket further over my head and try not to panic.
Keep it together, maybe he won't see you.
I hear the footsteps approach my bed.
My face is wet from tears and my whole body starts to shake.
There's a tug at the blanket and I know its all over.
Did you even want to see me this morning?
Or should I have disappeared?
Like the moon
Making way for the sun and all his shining glory
But the moon and sun were once in love
But then the sun would leave at night
And come back in the morning smelling of cheap perfume and liquor
And the moon would escape into the dark
To dry her tears
And I will do the same
I will dry my tears as you burn a new victim
And late at night I will cry alone
I will cry shooting stars and wish upon them that you will come back
But you won't
We will simply orbit without ever catching a glimpse of each other
And you will be content
I will not
Because you are left with light
And I am forced to face the dark
All the anger,
All the sadness;
Blocked from my mind.
Years built up.
Creating a wall.
Harboring a castle;
In its depths,
A dragon lay deep.
A ruthless beast.
A shadow crosses,
It's unopened eyes.
A shiver runs through it.
It's wings lift it up.
A roar escapes it's muzzle.
The shadows break down the walls.
The dragon tears open the castle,
Flys toward the light.
It's claws ripping and tearing,
All that shouldn't be harmed.
On the outside a happy girl.
On the inside a beast;
Trying to find its way out,
To destroy the soul,
That trapped it.
It erupts from her.
Breaking the sweet and innocent.
Causing her to replay,
All the emotions blocked.
Of everything she never wanted to face.
All being poured onto her at once.
All because she let a little crack into the wall.
And the shadows took it;
As their chance to wake the beast.
And she had it at perfect bay.
And now it has destroyed the girl she was.
That everyone knew.
She's what she kept at bay.
She's now the beast,
That had laid unbothered.
But now it tears at everyone.
Unable to be fixed,
By anyone but herself.
She must deal with the beast.
She must deal with the emotions.
That is the only way to survive,
Or she's just the beast,
Everyone thought she wasn't.