Describe the colour blue to someone who can't see.
The smell of saltwater,
The winter mornings on a train platform,
Cold skin,
The texture of denim,
An ice cube on the tip of your tongue,
A slow and steady voice.
Describe the colour pink to someone who can't see.
The smell of a flower,
The spring breeze gently touching your skin,
The texture of fluffy socks,
The soft pillow you often had as a child,
Bubble gum flavoured ice cream,
The soft sweep of blush against your cheek.
Describe the colour yellow to someone who can't see.
The laughter of a stranger,
The sunshine glowing, early morning,
Butter melting into your toast,
Warm skin,
Sand falling through your fingertips,
The bent pages from an old book.
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 4:07 PM UTC
Crash! Kapow!
You call yourself a hero?
You don't know the meaning.
I run, your personalised ball-boy,
The Dark Knight and his shadow,
Trailing behind, holding the coats,
Each day the same, never seen
Just a sidekick
...
Now I have grown,
Exchanged that emerald gear,
Black trousers, a polo neck,
No longer need to be seen,
People no longer stare at the man
who followed, the man who tagged along,
Getting into trouble and causing havoc,
I am who I am,
Holy Robin Redbreast! Scream tabloids
Have I said too much? The mask holds
Identity but what if that got lost?
What if the Robin opened it's beak,
the Bat would have nowhere to fly.
Dec 20, 2012
Dec 20, 2012 at 2:59 PM UTC
Across the room you stand,
Tall, long and thin,
Light gleaming off
your flawless, smooth skin.
I call you a friend,
Yet sometimes, you aren’t.
Frequent jibes,
Every day, taunting
Refusing the gift,
I have always wanted.
You are not cruel,
Only truthful,
Very tactful,
But sometimes,
Brutal,
It’s not only I
who trembles at
your opinions on
imperfection.
You are still always there,
You watch me as I fade into slumber,
You are the first one, who helps me,
When I awaken,
Sorting through jeans and
Hand knitted jumpers,
You determine my style,
And I can hardly loathe you
for that.
Yet you still act all noble,
You have seen me smile and cry,
Sometimes you help,
Sometimes you hide.
I fear the day you notice
the creases in my skin,
The marks on my hands,
The silver in my hair,
I know you won’t change,
You’ll act all wise,
Glance at my decay,
And my upcoming demise.
Dec 20, 2012
Dec 20, 2012 at 1:34 PM UTC
A lone island tranquil and still,
Her faint figure, hard to ignore,
Concealed in the shadow,
Men drawn in, the promise of more,
Ripples of the sea sparkle,
The setting sun ignites the waves,
Body outlined, beside the twilight,
Her poignant song travels to the pirates sails,
An oceans teardrop falls on her skin
No fairytale, shells, coins and gems,
Awake and alive, her smile enchanting,
He discovers her world, a surprising escape,
Lost in her eyes, reality crumbled,
And his dreams began to take shape.
Dec 20, 2012
Dec 20, 2012 at 1:32 PM UTC
Always smiling,
Always laughing,
Never caring,
Appearance is nothing,
Thick paint fitting
the creases on your skin
Scars that mean so much
tell so many stories
that you dont know which to choose.
Evil is you,
Ambition: Cause havoc,
death? Who cares.
insanity, people say but you know
it's who you are,
making people crash and burn,
even the good and honest,
enjoying the pain of others,
that's why you ****
seeing people's last emotions
a blade tearing apart families
just for the thrill,
maybe even to prove a point,
at the end of the day
you're just another man
wanting to watch the world burn
Why? Because it's fun.
Apr 24, 2011
Apr 24, 2011 at 12:28 PM UTC
Colourful kites form constellations against the sky;
comets, planets and stars, all condensed into a
single, crowded horizon.
It’s such a clear day, galaxies seen for miles.
The vastness of space is something
one cannot comprehend,
the size, the emptiness,
even the darkness,
the stars help outline the skies,
but to the naked eye, space is nothing.
Clouds inhabit the sky,
never really caring about people's feelings,
they rain when they feel miserable,
they give random rays of light when feeling
generous, and laugh at us whilst we moan.
The universe we live in is so vast,
Full of wonderful miracles,
But full of pain and loss,
Everyone has their own universe,
everyone chooses their own paths
Apr 24, 2011
Apr 24, 2011 at 10:13 AM UTC
Sometimes love isn't enough,
Lust is hidden in everyone,
Hidden deep within,
Amazing places can be picked for ****** adventures,
I am treated like a rare and precious gem
And do not lose his respect for being so wild,
The bedroom can be a place where imagination is born,
Imagination and desires are the most important weapons,
Alluring colours and sweet moments on the lips,
********** is physical,
It's language with it,
Bad words are not bad words in the bedroom,
But used by lovers to express their love,
Love is a symphony, a melody and a song
Love is an adventure
Jul 14, 2010
Jul 14, 2010 at 4:29 AM UTC
You sit there looking smug,
Across the table, a mile away
Yet close enough to push your way in,
Interfering in many lives and dreams,
Places you're not welcome.
You are a stranger to me,
A quick handshake and friendly smile,
But when you grasp my hand,
It all changes, You
walk in my mind and memories,
Creases in my palm are your
pathways to my life,
the windows you peek in,
the doors you like to listen through,
The kind that makes you know,
Makes you notice the details,
I don't even recognise,
That's how you operate,
Meddling in people's affairs,
Getting a taste of their problems,
Yet running at the first hurdle,
The glass ball shows you the things
you want to see, But
fails to show you the positive,
I do not need to be shown the future,
Because I can control my life.
May 31, 2010
May 31, 2010 at 2:41 PM UTC
I remember the day we met,
What feels like centuries ago,
Gone in the blink of an eye,
Pink Pyjama's and dad's old slippers,
Only a child, you repeated to me
The glimmer in your eye
still remains today,
The years passed,
Me - Growing older every hour,
You - Never aging, withering,
Promises still growing strong,
Your presence becomes my life,
Clinging onto childhood, By
Clinging onto you,
I hold your hand, Both
desperate to stay in the imaginary,
Without slipping into reality,
Each day, a new adventure,
Yet you have to fade so quickly,
I rest, we talk for hours,
When I awaken you're never by my side,
As the years go by,
I fear you'll disappear completely,
My mind is weakening,
It's only a matter of time,
Until I forget.
My daydream, hope, fantasy,
You finally escape from my mind,
And now I have to face reality.
Apr 16, 2010
Apr 16, 2010 at 3:02 PM UTC
Music blares,
Through tatty headphones,
Hoods hide heads,
Spotted, youthful faces,
Glum and wretched,
'The whole world's against me'
Strict regulations,
Never free, Obeying
Someones orders,
Parents, teachers, what do they care?
One day adulthood will catch up,
Money and worries, work and stress,
Whereas now, all there is to think...
What can I do today?
eat what I like,
Buy what I like,
Dress how I like,
Simple and carefree,
Glad and happy,
Pink prom dresses,
And new cinema tickets,
Soon be replaced by grey papers,
Responsibility, tea and TV
The sun shines and doubt is lost,
The teens of today scream
They know what they want,
They are lucky to have it.
Mar 19, 2010
Mar 19, 2010 at 1:08 PM UTC