I am right here, unmoving
Inside, although you can't tell
   I am running
    My heart is so naïve sometimes
     it seems to hold no fear

My head is in reality
I am motionless almost
  like a single teardrop
   clinging, never sure when it is going to fall
    inevitably gravity and life determine this

It is only my heart
and not my mind
  that I allow to run free
   needing the independence
     from this troublesome world

Living as it wants
in small pockets of time
  experiencing all
   'innocent and fresh'

Pockets of time are short
and my heart returns
  no wiser really ..

    but quenched ..

       for now .

He often lays around all day
I glance at him, he's got nothing to say
and does not return the caress I gave

I know he loves me but can't say the words
When he's asleep, I dare not disturb
whispering to him, I think I'm heard

He never takes 'me' out
And quite often makes me shout
What's this love all about?






Dogs!!   Who'd 'ave 'em?

; )

There's a poem deep inside
a story that needs to be told
the ink needs the paper
it's shape you need to mold

Draw the precious words from your heart
pen a pattern on each line
let go and feel the emotion
as if you are without eyes

The characters pour rapidly
and your beating heart will swell
it's brimming with passion and hurt
as you share the tale you need to tell

Displayed now in black and white
your exhausted heart, quiet and calm
the poetic piece is now complete
and held tightly within your palm

It isn't there right next to me
trying to make me 'feel'
peering over my shoulder
determined to be real
'Turn the other way Louise!
You don't need to look
the thing that you can't see,
it isn't even real in my book!'
So why, without its limbs
can it touch a susceptible nerve
playfully pluck at my heart strings
suggesting a love I don't deserve
Pretending I am unfeeling
it will surely disappear
I'll protect my heart that it's stealing
it'll leave and I'll stay right here
I know I'll feel alone again
but for my heart I have to care
patiently I am seated with my pen
and avoid the something that isn't there

I can't stop my hand from writing
these words I try to hide
I keep pushing them away
but they linger, remaining at one side

Forever following me around
reminding me of what once was
I do not ever speak of them
only recognise and ignore that I am lost

The words will keep flowing
until I can fully understand
what happened in the past
and events I hadn't planned

Each time I pen emotions
I lay them out in a form so clear
in the hope that it'll clarify
inner turmoil and shed tears

I can't begin to comprehend
so I just keep writing the words
as they follow me around
trying desperately to be heard

I can't stop my hand from writing
these words I try to hide
I keep pushing them away
but they linger, remaining at one side

Forever following me around
reminding me of what once was
I do not ever speak of them
only recognise and ignore that I am lost

The words will keep flowing
until I can fully understand
what happened in the past
and events I hadn't planned

Each time I pen emotions
I lay them out in a form so clear
in the hope that it'll clarify
inner turmoil and shed tears

I can't begin to comprehend
so I just keep writing the words
as they follow me around
trying desperately to be heard

(Triolet)

Why do we miss
what breaks our heart
which is worse, lonely or just alone
why do we miss
the fiery passion of a kiss
that holds us 'til we're no longer apart
why do we miss
what breaks our heart

I sit
and 'time' waits with me

   It's always by my side
     it's not a comfort however

       together we stare
         at each other
      'Time' waiting for me
      and I .......

I'm just waiting for the right 'time'

Her eyes are full of sorrow
like a darkness in the distant yet serene skies

He, doesn't speak
but it's what he says!
One by one
he reads the living lies

He can see she's 'gripped'
with a sudden sadness
yet it's not
so recent

she coils around a look
that is forgotten
but she refuses to set it free

her heavy eyes haunt,
and taunt him
yet 'his' insist on focusing
  just
    trying
      to
        believe....

I thought you were forgotten
then you looked at me that way
I was helpless, top to bottom

I thought I could deny you
then you just waited
you knew what I would do

I thought I was done
then you kissed my lips
held me, and then some

I thought you would stay
then you cruelly left  ......

I'm still standing here to this day

You are two people now
and this is how it will be
not sure which one to expect
so each time, I wait and see

Will you be the monster
that's scared me most of my life
or the frightened little girl
who needs her hand held all the time

Which ever one it is today
and I'm not sure which one is worse
my emotions struggle to cope
as each side of you is a curse

I feel hurt and defensive
when the monster appears
yet when you're frail and frightened
I have to soothe your fears

I'm immersed in silky water
drifting out to sea
It reminds me of that lost feeling
I'll continue to fight with indefinitely

No control over my direction
it's all out of my hands
drifting onwards and returning again
the tides not appreciating my plans

I can still see the shore
but it's already forgotten about me
it doesn't notice or care
that I'm floating away so aimlessly

I don't even feel I can fight it
just let it hold me in its grip
I'll let the ocean make my decisions
and I'll gaze in wonder at the cliffs

I doubt this will end well
about the conclusion I don't want to think
can't help but roll with the tides now
until I'm saved, or left to sink

You knew her so well
yet didn't know
Picked her up when she fell
but the pain hadn't showed

Was it all lost?
Disappeared in the night?
Her mind isolated in frost
She'd lost her fight

Losing her way with no idea
which way to turn or go
Moving further away with fear
her mind without a sane flow

It stopped you in your tracks
made you sit up and stir
Clouds had turned so black
Were you losing her?

Set her free if you must
she needs time, this she'd prefer
Support her during rest
many weeks passed in a blur

Unravelling like a flower
she came back into view
Something different about her
a spirit, refreshed and renewed

Would she spread her wings
fly so very far away
Perhaps but see what this brings
and just pray that she'll stay

I sit
and 'time' sits with me

    It's always by my side
      it's not a comfort however

           together we stare
             at each other

                 'Time'  waiting for me
                     and I ........

                         I'm just waiting,
                            for the right
                               'time'