Camellia-Japonica

Camellia-Japonica Apr 2015

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Words.
Those tiny individual letters formed into expression.
Feelings, emotions, reality and fiction.
All bound into words.

© JLB
25/04/2015
03:05 BST

#poem #words #thoughts #poets #creative

Camellia-Japonica Apr 2015

Remnants

The thought of you clings to me like a half remembered dream.
Wisps of memories floating only to be lost on awaking.
Dream you versus the real you never add up.
In my dreams we are one.
In reality we are two.
In my dreams you are mine.
In my reality you are hers.

© JLB
25/04/2015
02:25 BST

#love #loss

Camellia-Japonica Apr 2015

Open letter to my love (10W)

Darling, Do you think of me when you **** her?

© JLB
21/04/2015
00:43 BST

#love #***

Camellia-Japonica Apr 2015

I

I left this morning without a backward glance.
I boarded the train without a moments hesitation.
I started work, continued my day without a secondary thought.
I operated on autopilot, smiled, laughed and bantered accordingly.
I thought of nothing much outside of work.
I like that I'm lost in a crowd.
I waited for the clock to hit five, then left.
I cut a lonely non-descript character.
I like that I'm not seen.
I like that I'm not noticed.
I like that I'm not thought of.
I like that one day someone will say:
"I never knew".

© JLB
21/04/2015
00:35 BST

#sad #life #solitude #loneliness #stranger

Apr 2015

Charlie

Unrequited.

His eyes pools of blue, his hair mousy and soft.
His lips as luxurious as a breeze on a hot day.
His words pierce me like cupid's arrows, his gaze as stunning as Medusa.
I feel this for him yet I'm just a friend, my soul sings like the caged bird.

#love

Camellia-Japonica Apr 2015

"A"

A baby cries
and
A mother sighs
so
A belief dies
but
A husband lies
~
A teenager tries
between
A ****** thighs
whilst
A demon terrifies
yet
A tablet nullifies
lying
A politician decries
innocently
A child catches fireflies
~
A hater will despise
forever
A Vicar will eulogise
religiously
And life will never apologise.

#truths

Camellia-Japonica Apr 2015

You

I saw you standing at my door, looking like you did before,
before you went away.
Unkempt hair, lazy grin, a dimple in your chin
"Can I come in?" Your smile as slick as sin and I wanted to give in.
I held the door, held my breath, held the image of your face.
Returned your smile, and said one word,
"No".
I started to close the door, you started forward and stopped,
was it my face, or yours looking back at you that startled you?
Either way,
I let him close the door for mummy.

#love #lost #past #child