She would tell me on amber evenings beneath the waiting sky
That she was my only moon, orbiting my edges
Like a well orchestrated love song,
Suspense in desiring to touch what she could only see.
She may be able to eclipse all light,
Be the only thing I long for at night
But there are others out there
Who will fill this space between us,
And in her face it shows
That each night is closer to her last.
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 8:38 AM UTC
The butterfly catchers net sat silently on a bed of frost,
Crisp catches of colour reflecting the Spring sun,
Lines of emerald to grace the walls of a London home.
Like dreams they lay still, an untouched memory.
An easy **** gently executed and put to rest
To be remembered in the evening light
On a gentleman's windowsill.
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 4:49 AM UTC
"Do you still love me?" she whispered in my ear,
"How can I love a girl who is no longer here?"
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 11:34 AM UTC
She picked strawberries with her teeth,
Red stains on lips blushed by the sweet taste
Of ripe fruit; her fingers clean
Brushed over me with delicate anticipation
Lifting the loose fabric of a summer dress
And I heard her confess her love
Through saying everything
Yet nothing at all.
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 7:08 AM UTC
*I cannot escape the particles of light that shimmer on her skin,
Glowing embers dancing where my fingertips have been.
The coffee cup grows empty, and her weary eyes meet mine
And for a moment I lose myself completely
Intoxicated with her sunrise*.
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 6:57 AM UTC
"I am not ok", she said,
"Two letters cannot possibly explain
The pain that resides in my heart.
There is not enough ink to begin
Describing what is within.
Find me a word that is real".
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 4:22 PM UTC
*You cannot capture my heart
When it is already kept in a cage*
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 2:53 PM UTC
This was a place I used to call home,
Now it is just a building with no name,
No touch of endearment on the doormat,
No letters of love but maybe they are lost in the post -
A name is just a word
But I have never heard my footsteps walk
These halls with an echo following
Like another ghost woven into the tapestries
Hanging on the walls,
Old photographs of memories that time
Turned into black and white,
The colours of an old life lost and forgotten
In this empty abyss the world has left behind.
My fingers trace the smile of a young girl
That I believe I used to be,
Innocence untouched by the man
She would fight to unsee.
This used to be home
And now my body is just a shell
I long to crack under my feet,
Feel the bough break
And look at the damage underneath
A disordered house is a disordered mind
But people don't see the fight thats inside
These walls that are shrinking to make me less space
So I can go to bed knowing, there is less I can waste.
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 2:37 PM UTC
She was a girl no one could understand.
Her body was her voice
And she was screaming for someone to hear
The unwept tears that were caged by that night,
When she learnt stillness after the storm
Was the earths brave face mourning
What was lost in the fight.
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 2:14 PM UTC
Envelope me in your love
And return me to sender
As darling I will always keep turning up
On your porch on a summers afternoon,
And without any words you'll know
That this kiss was meant for you.
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 2:04 PM UTC