petals
snowflakes
teardrops
leaves
rain
stars
tides
the sun
eyelids
time
shadows
and I, for you
Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 2:43 PM UTC
The morning sun inaudibly arising,
Yo-yo weather, blue skies and rainclouds,
The familiar view of the long awaited landscape, evoking memories of many a week spent here before,
The warm feeling of - ‘home’
Shadows cast by clouds hovering eerily above a ‘witch’s house’, high on a mountain top,
Two hundred foot drops and winding peaks,
Dancing streams and wide lakes, the deepest shade of blue
Pedestrian cows crossing a motorway bridge,
The timelessness of the ever nearing estuary, lying in wait,
Our second home – the tin house with two doors,
Our place of wild strawberries and happiness and peace.
The estuary sand and the shallow-deep waters, as inviting as ever, gleaming as I walk on by,
The delicate beauty of fresh scented flowers, on a fine summer’s day,
Endless winding roads, following the sun trail, leading to a place far away,
Sheep on the beach, curious and shorn as the evening sun fades peacefully and the serein falls,
Evening serenity and the swell of the incoming tide,
The mystery of the island in the distance, far, far away.
Blankets and dreamscapes and tea in brown mugs,
And dinner cooked on an open fire,
The lights shining in Portmerion at night,
The noceur of the night sky, the silver-white orb, dancing gracefully amongst the stars.
Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 8:39 AM UTC
leap into love with me and meander across the meadow,
picking flowers as we go,
frolicking amongst the grass,
waltzing in the breeze
lay down amongst the daisies with me
resting peacefully beneath the trees
drift away with me,
our vision; a summer haze
descend into the depths of the dream land with me
lets elope and wander and search for our meaning
until then lets tiptoe around
searching for our next great adventure
of trees and smokes and midnight escapades
of daisy chains and good literature
of coffee and poetry
and true
love
(e.w)
Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 7:59 PM UTC
white noise
blurry eyes
empty space
emotionless
confusion
then it hits
gone
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 12:52 PM UTC
the moon
depends on the sunlight to allow it to shine
and even then
it isn't bright
but we see it
and it is beautiful
the sun is visible
except at night
when it allows the moon
a glimpse,
into the spotlight
what if the moon believed that she had no use
just stealing the light of others
using it to shine
but really, she does have a purpose
she reminds us that the sun
is always there
even at night
when we cannot see her,
her light being swallowed by the moon
allowing the night to shine
and preventing a sky of doom
Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 6:51 AM UTC
thoughts overflowing
whirring around my brain
eyelids heavy
tiredness overcoming
i decide to save the thoughts for another day
but it isn't quite that easy
for the thoughts aren't particularly positive
and leaving them there
whirring around
simply causes more decay
i decide to face my problems
and take the key to my soul
i open up the box that has stored my emotions;
for so long
the thoughts are ever restless
yet when confronted
they shy away
"please, not now. i cannot deal with this today."
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 6:42 PM UTC
self loathing
sleepless nights
slowly decomposing
a cigarette ignites
tossing and turning
restless dreams
hearts yearning
splitting at the seams
happiness wasn't her only loss
metal pressed against pale skin
glides smoothly across
lets nightmares begin
and now she is left
entirely alone
and the voices enter her mind and begin to roam
and moan, and groan
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 6:16 PM UTC
i am like a jigsaw
made entirely of pieces
that fit together like glue
however i have lost a part of myself
i am incomplete
and my missing piece is
you
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 6:12 PM UTC
engulfed by sadness
drowning in my own mind
i cannot bear this madness
my thoughts are so unkind
i am lost, alone, absent and gone
finding my way through this maze
the problems upon my shoulders,
weighing a ton
battling through,
staying afloat
the words from my mouth, all untrue
they scratch as i speak them, irritating my throat
all of my burdens, i am just so done
i give up; i cannot go on
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 6:11 PM UTC
dazzling rays of moon light beam through the stained glass window
hiding behind the curtain, like a child playing hide and seek
when the crimson red curtains were suddenly torn open
they revealed a woman lying upon a soft bed
crouching beside her almost lifeless body
was a demon
waiting for her to awake
her golden ringlets fell
her head drooped
her face was pretty - angelic
velvet soft white robes draped over her body
gracefully still
imagine the eyes of this delicate angel
if anyone were to look into them
they would be lured in
like a fisherman lures in his fish
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 6:05 PM UTC