Wading in murky waters,
I am unclean.
Skin discoloured,
My blood is stained.
Robin's tales
Heroism leaves no
change on this rainbow
of your Airborne life.
Blue widow falls foul of light.
I crave the sun,
but this cave is my cage
and sunshine is my prison.
Eroded hope weighs a tonne
breaking down my will
clouding my dreams.
Oh how I long to imagine,
Ideas be my bread.
Let me out.
The silence is deafening,
too many breaths
Let me out.
I long to dream the dreams of hope.
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 6:46 PM UTC
Will you see me as I am?
All my leaves striped.
My pockets emptied of bravado.
My stance wilted, my bark picked.
Butterfly kisses they'll fly to you,
Perhaps an ornamental dove? I'm not that fragile
You'll see no barricades painted blue,
to stop my wave of thoughts- for they're far too volatile
for reality.
My electric current flows,
Into creaks and cracks soaking the inner crevices,
right to the heart of my soul.
Can't you see I am bare?Stark emotions,skin, vices.
There are no masks,no reflections only my face.
Could you appreciate me bare?
With no buffer zone,no masking tape.
I'll scream it once more into this abyss.
Take me apart,Taste it on my lips.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 4:41 PM UTC
Lying under natures blanket,
spelled the divide between our lines
Distinctive, bright guiding light
You burrow and hide to be cloaked in night.
Fondness may be your claws.
yet you don't follow the laws
of a constitution set in stone.
To be so gracious but you grace to be alone
Wrinkled star you dimmed your shine
for an less intricate fabric in the stream of life.
Naively seeking the movement in time
a dance to a blurred uneven keel
to somehow feel real.
Yet,your plastic thought erode the hope,
that was once your epitaph.
How are you so far removed,
from the bricks in my foundation?
You just enjoy the view.
Wading through the murkiness in search of your core.
I can't help but wonder what's it all for?
What's it all for?
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 10:05 PM UTC
Disillusionment,
hope is burst, deflated floating to the frost bidden ground.
Grey is omnipresent here, there is no Land of Oz to drag you from reality;
just guilt just responsibility of a burden that was not mine.
To flourish in the dark is precarious, teetering on the edge of oblivion,
no safety net to catch your emotions as they swim in the depths of the ocean,
or shield them from the stream of logic residing in your currents.
Golden glitter sprinkled on my palm,your fairy dust is enticing but a drug I must stop.
The first step is admitting your addiction.
I have to give you up.
Let you go.
Put my memories somewhere close but far away.
Shake the remnants of the highs you gave me shining coins a midst the sea of dullness and focus on the downers,the lows that left me empty,wounded,
Blunted.
Often, I retrace our path that brought us here,our mistakes and trespasses streetlights lighting up our way.
It's time.
now it's time.
I have nothing left to give.
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 5:08 PM UTC
If love was blind,
we'd all stroll through life,
wearing rose tinted glasses,
faces worn from laughter lines.
We'd wear our hearts on our sleeves,
because there would be no need,
to keep barbed electric fences around
our fragile cores so they don't bleed.
There'd be a deficit of heartbreak,
No reason for our souls to ache
for the ugly monsters that rears their heads
as if it was the wrong decision to make.
Ignorance is bliss or so they say,
anger wouldn't seize control in the way
we lose our tempers like corks off champagne bottles
as love is blown away.
There would be no self destruct button,
we'd embrace the rancid parts of a person,
because what you can't see won't stain you
or strip love down to its origins leaving it rotten.
Yet I find love can be unconditional,
Battered,bruised and blunted
it can still flicker a flame in the embers
it defies all logical, an anomaly that's not rational.
When you feel this real tender love that is just kind,
whether its deserved there seems nothing that's enough,
to eradicate it's echo in the chambers of your heart.
A coin tossed wishful thought what if love was blind...
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 6:05 PM UTC
We share blood you and I,
and have shared
golden pocketed memories, sticky ice-creamed fingers
back seats,smelly packs of cheese and onions crisps
and jokes about the two in the front arguing over directions,money- us.
Yet we couldn't be more polarized,
Your a young soul but your older,
you used to whisper scandalous grown -up things
and I would swallow your information as gospel.
Under sapphire skies,
I'd follow you around just wanting your attention
and I know now how annoying it must have been
to have a whiny little sister wanting you to play Barbies.
And I won't lie,
I love you most days and hate you the rest
for all those times you'd beat me up(really just a punch)
and pronounce me the Loch-ness monster and call me fat.
It'll always be Love/Hate with you and I
I'm the chalk and your the cheese
but you make me laugh until my sides ache
and I know you love telling me the news of your latest exploit.
There's a camaraderie well that implied,
I've got your back and you've got mine.
we table tennis tease but we both draw a line
and we won't cross it.
because we share blood you and I,
despite nurture over nature
or blood is thicker than water
know this big brother
I love you as a person.
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 5:28 PM UTC
One phone call later.
A swift valediction-
Volcanic silence erupts.
Animated adrenaline fires
through my veins
singeing like flames licking paper.
Just his voice,
his words have flipped my internal balance
and let the butterflies out of their cages.
So they fly,up up and up
around in perfect tea cupped patterns.
and I'm helpless just to watch their performance.
I don't feel like me,
More of a mysterious mirage that appears when you call
and when the phone clicks- it ends.
when I'm around you,
you my dear just you
I'm intrepid.
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 11:15 AM UTC
Casting astronomical aspirations into the perpetual abyss;
is like playing with fire and an arsenal of arrows
You can hit your target or by a mile you'll miss.
You swiftly fall into the trappings
of saving coppers for a rainy day
Unopened boxes still in their wrappings.
It's easier to look ahead,
Don't you dare turn your head around
to confront the lingering regrets palpable instead.
Give me hope, future, give me dancing dreams
but I aim at the mountains zenith
and nothing is as it seems.
Blindly,stumbling into darkness
Hand reached out for something-
anything
to anchor me to this realness.
I ache to be the pioneer
for anyone who's hid behind
the pasts cloak and disappeared
To bow out of their performance before it's curtain call
Come back. give yourself a chance
to show them all-
that they were wrong
and your future is bright
because you
learn from whats been and throw yourself into this unwritten song.
So let this be my prophecy
We'll leave our stars more polished and repaired then before
To trust in tomorrow and hold hope dear
we'll make them see.
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 5:02 PM UTC
When I'm being weighed down,
by your heavy rain clouds,
I feel our time running out,
Is this our finale?
I feel like I'm chasing a ghost,
Tracing you along the coast,
a preciousness I treasured most,
What are we worth?
Recently,
I find time evading me,
like a forgotten dream
and I stand frozen in time.
I want to take a train back to Sunday Simplicity,
When I knew right from wrong ,
the distinction was easy.
So I won't circumvent, or pretend
that I want crazy.
but a crazy that's simple
and I know it's what you can't give me.
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 5:40 PM UTC
Losing my touch on reality,
as my hand print fades off the window screen
and I'm waiting, waiting but I don't know what for...
Living for now but I'm lost in a vision
I'm Alice,
I'm falling,
falling
because I think all the crazy people are the best too.
Wishing I was crazier and you were too.
Why do you plaque my dreams but never appear in my reality?
Only to leave dust covered thoughts
that are suspended in the air
words never said.
You don't know how I love too much, too passionately.
Do you know me at all?
With a heart so malfunctioned and constant as mine.
Does this scare you? Is that my crime?
You don't know me, not really
but you've stolen your way into my nightly monologue
like a thief in the night.
It leaves me to wonder-
Will I dream tonight?
Or will I see you and your forget me knots in real life?
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 5:52 PM UTC