Check.
Relief.
Check.
Relief.
Check.
Relief.
Pause.
Don’t check.
Un-pause.
Sudden and devastating irony that one’s skin can crawl, yet none of their limbs work.
The only animated parts being my heart as it hammers against the rigid, perspiring cage that it so desperately tries to keep alive.
And my lungs, as they desperately gulp for air like they may never taste it again.
For who knows if oxygen exists in the darkness that lurks at the epicentre of the collision between fact and fiction.
Check.
Check again.
Aug 7, 2019
Aug 7, 2019 at 12:02 PM UTC
I’m not quite sure how I got here,
Or why your stare makes fear feel safe.
It's like you can read the aura of me,
Though, maybe you just read my face.
I'm not quite sure I deserve this;
To have butterflies shatter my pride,
And you perfectly see the broken parts
That for so long I've had to hide.
Yet, It’s not in this moment
I know that I’ve fallen,
It’s the one-hundred in-between.
All the times I’ve played
"connect-the-dots
'
With freckles upon your cheek.
All the times I’ve stared in the mirror,
And I’ve cursed at my reflection.
For the face I see
Doesn’t seem like me;
Just a trick, or some deception.
And then all the times I pause
.
And all the times that I think
That the view I see I’d love with glee,
If you were stood there next to me.
I'm not quite sure I'm courageous,
As when our fingers intertwine,
You unveil the curtain of boldness
I so often cower behind.
Still, you cling on tight to that hand;
Search for secrets in it's embrace.
But, you'll find no truth in reading my palm;
It's all written upon my face.
Sureness is a fickle thing,
love is constant and still.
And right now I'm sure I love you,
And I hope I always will.
And if I'm not courageous, or if I can't be bold.
Well then at least I know I'll always have your hand to hold.
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 5:43 PM UTC
When we're intertwined I'm often quiet,
Though there's a hundred things that I could say.
I only stay silent because I'm sure.
That at least ninety-nine are clear as day.
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 1:43 PM UTC
I'm not quite sure how I got here,
Or why your stare makes fear feel safe.
It's like you can read the aura of me,
But maybe you just read my face.
You cling on tightly to my hand,
And search for secrets in it's embrace.
But, you'll find no truth in reading my palm,
It's all written upon my face.
I'm not courageous, and nor am I bold.
But hey, at least I've got your hand to hold.
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 3:58 PM UTC
Isn't it ironic how
You looked at me like I was one of a kind,
And in that moment I knew we were the same?
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 6:16 PM UTC
Fingers are tied up together,
Stomach is tied in knots.
No moment is forever,
But this one is worth a shot.
Take my hand
And...
Wave goodbye to all your fears.
Kiss goodnight to every single wasted tear.
Just stay here close,
All that matters is in front of us.
It's time to decide,
Are we more than meets the eye?
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 5:48 PM UTC
The winter sky saluted me,
As I let my mind rest into daydream.
A brief moment of beautiful pause
To create faces in the clouds.
It was then that I realised
That just the sight of your face,
Soothed all the burns upon my skin
From all the time I've tried to cleanse myself
With the isolation that so often erodes me.
The air was cold, my lips were blue;
But still, I couldn't fault the view.
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 4:25 PM UTC
Smooth down the next clean page
As you bid this chapter farewell.
The story of life isn't easy to write,
But there's still so much left to tell.
So, take a breath for composure,
And spend every moment this year
Creating a tale to leave readers in awe
And your grandkids bored-to-tears.
Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 7:33 AM UTC
I stopped striving for the perfect year,
Because my concept of "perfection" was flawed.
I was chasing a scenario in which,
I could go a full rotation of the sun
without anything going astray,
All my dreams being fulfilled.
This search for perfection,
Was like looking at a window,
And being annoyed because
All I could see was a sheet of glass.
But, I decided to alter my desires;
Try to live single year in hopes of good autobiography.
Meaning;
To say yes more often.
And say no when needed.
To relish in successes.
And learn from mistakes.
To love without exception.
And to be kind without expectation.
To revel in every single wonderful moment as they come,
And not letting their fleeting nature feed the bitter parts of me.
Don't chase the perfect year.
Chase an amazing story.
Leave readers captivated.
And your grandkids bored-to-death.
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 5:51 PM UTC
You.
You took my eyes.
Attached them to a line
Straight in-front of your face.
So it doesn't matter where I look,
Or what I'm trying to do,
All I can ever see is your ******* face.
You.
You took my gravity.
I dropped from the sky
At the bottom was a mattress
Crafted from the finest memory foam.
Sheets already covered in your hairs,
Pillows already smelling of your perfume.
You.
You took my heart.
Which may sound quite romantic,
But I'm talking several broken ribs,
I'm talking a gaping hole in my chest
That anyone at all could look into
And see the weirdest depths of my soul.
Dec 29, 2018
Dec 29, 2018 at 4:26 PM UTC