You let your hands rush by the ivy,
ripping off every leaf you could get them on.
Only to drop them when no longer desired,
broken women, scattered across the lawn.
Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019 at 7:19 AM UTC
Fuel the fire residing in me,
feel the flames rushing through my veins.
Through my pain it let me see,
let me break free from these candent chains.
Let my pen rush past the paper,
passionate words penned down with a poetic temper.
Words aspiring for something greater,
to hold them to myself I could never.
A simple, fiery truth.
Rekindling my spirited youth.
Dec 4, 2019
Dec 4, 2019 at 6:54 AM UTC
No one told me it would last this long,
endlessly throwing logs in to the fire to prevent the end of our song.
Dec 4, 2019
Dec 4, 2019 at 4:02 AM UTC
Silently responding to them,
without them even knowing they were speaking to you.
Watching their lives go by, as yours stands right there,
patiently waiting for your stories to align.
Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 8:45 AM UTC
Find your style and find what lies deep within,
in words that do not necessarily mean what they are perceived as.
Picture the thoughts behind your words the way all that was important has ever been,
another story attached to them in a stranger's eyes.
Nov 8, 2019
Nov 8, 2019 at 9:11 AM UTC
The song of green and brown,
whispered by the wind through countless branches and leaves.
A touching song sung by many silent hearts,
often perceived as a tender silence.
Captured by nature's beauty and silenced by her song,
moving with the roots as you learn to let yourself go.
Let yourself feel with your lips sealed,
your feet hidden beneath the warm- and cold-coloured leaves.
Leaves that rush by like an everlasting melody of harmony.
Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 2:38 AM UTC
Seeking recognition in moments I am not proud of myself,
reassurance of the non-existent.
Stacking insecurities on to a fragile shelf,
just to collapse in to the floor and forget where it even went.
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 8:37 AM UTC
The tenderness in closing your eyes,
as if she were right there.
Holding your picture in a wooden frame,
slowly moving it towards her chest.
Her chin rising as yours sinks,
closing her eyes and lowering her head once again.
A single tear descending with it,
to touch the photo's glass and to dry up next to the others.
Placing the photo back on the shelf,
as you turned your back she does too.
And forgets,
at least, until next morning.
As we both tenderly close our eyes again,
And imagine the other,
doing what they never will.
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 8:33 AM UTC
Rejecting all that is right in front of me,
the sun slowly descending into the sea's horizon.
Imperceptible opportunities lost at sea,
as you won't ever see them rising.
The sun will come up yet once more,
the same phenomenon right in front of you.
Except it no longer holds the opportunity that last time, left shore.
A chance dissolved into a sea of blue.
Take a chance,
Make amends.
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 8:27 AM UTC
The abstractness of solitude,
a vibrant painting in an abandoned exhibition.
As loneliness often viewed,
no longer getting any recognition.
From another viewpoint taken in to consideration,
same colours but an entirely different creation.
Revolving around it and taking a moment,
a new view of the same component.
Solitude as a partner to breathing,
it's all a matter of perceiving.
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 8:23 AM UTC