"vocabulary" they speak and
the phrase leaps from their tongues into
the familiar quickened heartbeat
and the incarnation is repeated again and
again. meanwhile, one word strikes and injures
while another soothes, seeks, seduces.
but with every union of word to word to phrase
the age-auld tie loosens and its power
fades, because after all it is only a
word and the word is overused and looses
meaning and now the word is dead and
decayed and powerless and dictionary.com says
'archaic'.
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 6:44 PM UTC
closing my eyes does not help me
move on - how can I sleep when my
mind still misses your mind, my
heart still misses your heart, and
my lonely soul still aches for the
comfort of your warm embrace
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 6:19 PM UTC
Wherever you are,
Wherever your head rests
On a soft or pounding pillow
Sleeping
I find comfort in seeing you soon
Awake
But until then
I find comfort in how we are
Sleeping
Under the same stars and moon
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 6:16 PM UTC
yes, I said, I am indeed a line,
a line with twists and turns;
but just because I'm not a straight line
doesn't justify these burns
or these scars upon my wrists,
the bruises by my eyes
at least I've never blended in
told all my 'friends' those lies -
yes, I know you don't really feel it -
the hatred towards my line -
mine may be curvier, angular, more 'bent' than yours
but that's no reason to whine
at me, for imagine this,
one day it might be different, changed.
I could be the normal, 'straight' one
and you could be the
Estranged
so, I said, draw your line,
and be careful with your mark.
for the person whose line one day crosses it
may have in theirs an arc.
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 6:05 PM UTC
When someone you love
loves someone new
your empty heart
still feels happy for
Them.
When They realise
the Hurt
that eats away at your chest
too little, too late
and Their words start pouring out
Their song sung
with such a colourful glossary;
and yours
more monotone,
and you both know then that
you're
untitled
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 6:28 PM UTC
Written for a friend,
A furry friend
who stays by my side
a loyalty to lend
He's always so faithful,
there till the end
I can't be without you,
my little friend.
Remembering your youth -
a tiny thing,
big brown eyes
How I hate to think
that pain is disguised
For you can never tell
me how you feel
whether it hurts
whether you're hungry, or tired
all I know is the emotion
in your tail
that flies when you're happy,
droops down when you're frail
But all I can do is write this
short poem
and say I love you, darling
my little furry friend.
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 7:04 AM UTC
I'm watching the wind
Listening to the sky,
What a beautiful sight
A song for my eyes
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 10:31 AM UTC