
thegirl
Canadian
my PEACE is GREEN. / / and.. I just want to find Shangri-la / and discover things yet to discover. / / I am from a very small town in the mountains of british columbia. I have been writing poetry and stories since i can remember. I take inspiration from the people around me, they are talented people who hold the most beautiful of human emotions..
Your kisses fade so fast
The explosion of energies
Disappears into the dead air of our nights
Into this sparkling city
Escapes into our starless sky
These mountains are so different here
I search for home but it feels so far away
There are oceans and deserts
Mountain ranges.
May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 3:21 AM UTC
I feel the love before the fate
Most steps I pretend to take
I danced around in the moves I faked
My shoes tripped up by invisible lace
I failed to wake after I fell to my fate
I learned nothing from the lines I traced
These are the connections I've made.
May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 3:17 AM UTC
You left those conversations
Behind, as if they never happened.
You lived to find yourself in moments
Captured forever by others.
How kind these words make me
The end of words.
May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 3:15 AM UTC
The leathered devils,
Who you treated as gods
Were unrelenting.
Gave us shots of whiskey out of rusted glasses.
They took you as they did i,
On their stainless chariots
To the darkest reaches
Places only they could find.
It's a wonder we ever came out alive.
Those deviled prospects pushed their words
Through us, and through us
Onto you.
You, never deserved their twisted fates.
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 4:09 PM UTC
The smell of old spice
and expensive merlot
follows you
everywhere you’ve been
every place you go.
Can’t connect to the time or place
when you became a mystery to me.
You were always busy
a plane and a train away.
I knit together things to ask you
begging you to be familiar again.
The paper full of questions
crumpled in my hand
on your return.
Now is never a good time...
When alone,
I crawled through your life.
All stuffed in boxes,
Polaroid’s and negatives.
My eyes like hummingbirds
anxious and darting.
Found photos of you
of your past, unknown to me.
Someone I did not recognise living
inside those snapshots.
Long sandy blonde hair, wild eyes
riding motorcycles
boiling with life.
So serious now
a difficult man, who has witnessed hard things.
Who sips rare scotch, with two ice cubes
and talks of politics
and good hosts.
Mystery man,
Who shares my my hazel green eyes
And the color of my hair
Yours now short and grey.
With tears of dew in my eyelashes
I wait for you at our home,
Alone.
To speak of your travels
and trivial matters.
My unanswered questions
painfully shovelled from my mind.
Oct 18, 2010
Oct 18, 2010 at 10:08 AM UTC
Your fingers calloused
Thick, from steel strings
Six, if strummed lightly
Gently,
Reverberate, echo
Through my heavy head
I daydream silently
Listening to your twisted insides
Listening to you sing
“jealousy is a strange disease”
Im always at your side
Secretly wishing to be sewn to you
You picked me.
I daydream our secret memories
To when we realized what was real
When we sprinted, undetected
Chasing eachother
Through trees and quiet streets
All you could hear was the thudding
Of our bare feet
From the dazzling night
Into the misty, unearthly dawn
Back to reality
We never grew tired
When spirits pumped through our veins
Laughter caught in our throats
When you said
“you are always on my mind..”
Time was so rare, then
And now it has run dry
I really see you, now
Your puppy eyes
Seeing through me softly
And mine, open wide
Piercing yours, in silence
Stolen moments
Are now only
Secret memories
And now,
When I hear you sing that song
See your fingers slide, heavily
When your eyes flick to mine
Im no longer a believer,
In fate.
Oct 18, 2010
Oct 18, 2010 at 10:07 AM UTC
This town is no the same without you.
A haze has fallen
Upon our tiny town
filling the air we breathe
They say it comes
From burning trees
As I walk down
all these familiar roads
sometimes with my eyes closed
i no longer feel at home
I hold fast
To memories of our past
Gallivanting down these streets
Owning the night
Like it was only our right
The streets were once our home
The surrounding trees our shelter
The hot pavement our bed
The stars our light
Back then,
We felt as if we were on fire
Back then,
We felt as high as the sky
The world was ours
And we kept our eyes wide open
Now,
I keep searching
For familiar faces
For familiar places
For a feeling I felt once
But now it is all extinct
Like the dinosaurs
Now it is all a memory
I’m desperate to grasp
Now,
I stroll down these streets
Alone
My eyes are stressed
In want of a sight I’ve seen
Before
I think I search in vain.
Oct 18, 2010
Oct 18, 2010 at 10:05 AM UTC
Its the noise that you've got to make
when you've figured out
when you've figured out
whats at stake.
And its the tears that you've got to cry
when you've realized
when you've realized
You can no longer try.
There are words you have to speak
and things left to touch
people are never what they seem
so always tell them what you mean.
It's never the end of the world
when two lives
suddenly become one.
because sometimes
it means you have won.
the battle
the war
of love
of hate
of life
of death
its neverending
its relentless.
so yell
scream
so cry
and say
what you mean.
"i won't let anyone be the death of me"
Aug 3, 2010
Aug 3, 2010 at 10:23 PM UTC
It was almost a fairytale right at the start.
I was stuck, alone, in a high tower.
With nothing but my own
thoughts and fears.
I was pacing, and tracing
back and forth.
one moment to the next,
it never stopped.
You approached me alone,
unafraid,
weilding your sword and magic tricks.
I was amused by your antics
i only wanted more.
you brought your ladder
and laid upon my high tower
wishing for me to reach out,
i was so close yet you were
untouchable.
a fingertip away from the
inevitable.
you climbed and brought me closer
we were one step away from becoming lost together.
our very own happily ever after.
you could sense that i was
terrified by your demons
They followed you everywhere
and never gave you reason.
Your were a fingertip away
from saving me, from myself.
But your demons clawed holes through your eyes,
clouded your judgement,
and seperated your lies.
i couldnt believe the sight i had seen.
your demons tore rips
through our fairytale blitz.
you let them get to you, and hurt me.
they pulled you down,
and pulled you deeper.
down the steep ladder,
of my high tower.
you fell to the ground,
with a much dreaded shudder.
i could see you bleeding
all your pain and misery,
feeding the demons that brought you close to me.
i stood there enclosed within
my safe, secure, haven
and wondered if you would ever
stop breathing.
i am stuck inside my tower,
full of thoughts and fears.
waiting for you to come back
and rekindle my spirits
you will return in time
you are my last living hope
in mankind.
i need the comfort,
the thrills.
i await your return to me heels.
one day you will
escape all of your demons
and finally rescue me from my prison.
Jun 25, 2010
Jun 25, 2010 at 11:18 AM UTC
Your voice runs through my head
A tape recorder
crackly and old.
I remember every word that
you have ever said.
They string along
flowing out of my ears.
Everything is backwards.
You can't control your destiny
but you have tried nonetheless.
Backwards and forwards.
Your fate is relentless.
You can only have the best
You never stop to rest.
Where are you going with your life
I wonder.
And how did you manage
to avoid such a blunder
This blunder meaning me,
My life.
Your run your life like you run your car.
Spewing out harmful toxins.
riding by the small things.
constantly looking ahead
you never stop to smell
daisys, daffodils.
you keep running over cats
you tires tread over my head.
what you say is harsh
and has no meaning.
i watch you and start silently seething
everything from your dandruff
to your hairy toes.
makes me want to knock you out cold.
you cant seem to string along thoughts that make any sense.
but i seem to remember what you say
more than ever.
your so hypocritical to me
and you say you want to be free.
you
are
a
joke.
the words you said to me
that night are branded into my brain
how am i even sane?
"You only want what you can't have,
i loved you,
did you know that?
Your insane for not loving me back,
you have more hidden issues
than ive ever had.
i did everything i could for you,
Did you know that?
i love you,
you know that."
Jun 25, 2010
Jun 25, 2010 at 11:07 AM UTC