I just died in your words tonight
and began to slowly fall
In a state of semi consciousness
among soft words, I felt so small

This scenario didn't frighten me
for death it would be the perfect place
I'd give myself to your words
and the soft curves I would trace

I'd caress them with my finger tips
they'd be the last thing I would feel
So gently like they're fragile things
my breath,  they'll eventually steal

In the end I'd lay down quietly
beside each loving phrase
just closing my eyes so softly
holding your words until the light fades

I fell in love with him
I fell in love with you
fell in love with words
Why am I such a fool?

I fell in love with his arms
I fell in love with the strength
fell in love with the feeling
but never sure what it meant

I fell in love with reactions
I fell in love with his passion for words
fell in love with a presence
and a gentle sigh I heard

I fell in love with thoughts
I fell in love with given time
fell in love with the ponderings
that wander through my mind

I fell in love with romance
I fell in love with a heart in a whirl
fell in love with imagined caresses
Could you fall in love with this girl?

If I closed my eyes,
drifted into a soft sleep,
would you protect me?

If I faded away into nothingness,
or foolishly left you behind
would you rapidly follow?

If it was just you and me,
just the two of us
would you be lonely?

If I carefully caressed you,
desperately needed you,
would you just take me?

If you had to leave,
disappear and never return
I beg of you to visit my dreams.

If I were an artist
I could make you mine,
in full colour

I could delicately brush
every inch of you,
gently caressing your beautiful body
with each loving stroke

I would gaze at your form,
longingly,
stare into your eyes
without shame

Adding splashes of red
for love and passion
and maybe you
would love me too

If I were an artist
I could keep you forever

I forgot all about the past
it may have hidden from me
or did it just tuck away
in a place I couldn't see

Either it took up too much space
or I didn't want to see it
Was it too painful or raw
maybe it just didn't fit

I'm sure I didn't need it
so it's perfectly okay
if it had been worth it
I think it would have stayed

I'll continue without the memory
the memory of me and you
I can't remember if it happened
I'll never even know if it was true

I just want, to peacefully sleep
enveloped in your arms
I don't even want to see
just want to be out of harm
      Staying here, forever in safety
      inhaling your scent, it's home
      you'll whisper so sweet and quietly
      I won't ever feel alone
Tenderly wrapped around me
I can feel the warmth of your love
whispering 'It's me and you only'
it feels like rays from the sun
      Dreaming, here I lay
      softly caressing only you
      will it be long enough I pray
      to let my love seep through
yet I know I am desperately alone
and you are not really here
but my heart, unable to cope
refused to believe love can disappear

You are still beside me
yet you are gone!
I walk, feeling for your hand
but there is just thin air
I think of you,
when my mind is already full
Wanting to kiss you,
those lips are no longer there
I sleep with you
but only in my mind
Craving to be with you
even when I want to be alone
Many dreams of you
that I lose and then find
My heart breaking
it weeps and moans
But I know this ....
when I am gone
and I am lost
you will want me
to find you    

x

Each day I let you go
leave the 'idea' of you behind
already in the past
like the love letter I signed

It's drifting helplessly around
upon the warmth of the air
not realising its importance
within it, my soul lays bare

You feel lost to me now
just a vision in my mind
Never to touch or caress again
the lost love I was denied

Another day destined for the past
but how I wish it wasn't so
One last look at a fading memory
and this new day to let you go

I lost my inner poet
apparently she was last seen
just staring idly into space

She was sitting with her notebook,
gently pondering
in a quiet, tucked away place

I could only see the back of her
she wouldn't turn around
I so wanted to see her face

She was always so quiet
and very often reflective
working at her own steady pace

Not only am I left without poetry
I am also lost for words
she may have taken them all
along with my grace

The search will continue
maybe until the end of my days
as I fear she's left no trace

I love a cuppa, I'm British you see
Especially in the morning, two maybe three
It starts my day and wakens the mind
I'm British you see, we're a funny kind
It solves all problems, that's what I like
Or drink it alone in bed at night
'Put the kettle on'. That's what we say
For friends with problems who need to stay
It's a therapeutic process, gives space for a thought
A warming gesture to offer support
It's a bonding ritual as old as time
I'm British you see, we're a funny kind

(Triolet)


I met your words the other day
those words spoke, only to me
they took my fears away
I met your words the other day
holding the meaning to all I wished to say
comforting me in a way I'd never been
I met your words the other day
those words spoke only, to me

I'm trying on my bikini
so I keep the lights low
don't want to see everything
these bits aren't usually on show

They're whiter than the others
never see the light of day
I try to cover as much as possible
apparently a wet suit is not okay!

I'm actually dreading the thought
(and it's starting to make me sweat)
of bearing all my bits
it's like an intimidating threat!

I feel I'm seriously panicking
about all the crap I ate
wishing I had more willpower
but of course, now it's too late!

I tried to buy the 'fit'
to suit my pear shaped frame
which means the knickers are massive
and now I just feel shame   :/

The lower half of my body
I try to cover up
but my unimpressive top half
needs extra padding in the cup!

None of this makes sense
and it's such a stressful time
I'm taking the bikini back
and I'm just gonna ****** hide.

Please read in landscape



♡

     Sometimes
     when we are together
    
                                     intimately,

      you pause,

                        look deep into my eyes,
                                 peer into my soul almost

      Your body,  surrounds
                                         and com­pletes me

      There is never a time
                          when we are closer ..

                                      in body,

                                            in mind.
                                                           ­                       ♡

~

I need to stand
at the edge of a river
imagining all my

       fears

            and

                anxieties

are passing by.


I would take a step back
  
         and     s
                       i
                         t




Silently

I would let them all

       drift

                g
                  e
                  ­  n
                       t
                         l
                           y

noticing each one

letting
           it
             go

and just observe the distance.

Already they seem
  
   smaller


I can enjoy the

     'here and now'

sitting by the river

      and appreciate a taste
      
             of

                  inner peace

                             ~

■Memories of the past
often force their way in
an invasive force
dark and ugly nightmares
it brings

Disturbing my sleep
evoking forgotten feelings
an intruder in the night
and my sanity it's stealing

Messing with my head
a chaotic storm inside
leaving my body fraught,
completely drained of life

Not much more of this
can I allow myself to take
mentally beaten now
all that remains
is a dull ache■

I saw you in the darkness
a silhouette
caused by the light of the moon

I saw you in my imagination
just staring at me
I, just stared at you

I saw you before closed eyes
a clear vision
beautiful, but gone too soon

I saw you in a dream
and wondered,
Did you see me too?

The coldness, in it creeps
nightmares, disturb my sleep
all is magnified without you

The heaviness, holding me
it's grip so menacing
lost is the sunlight I once knew

The darkness, settling in
fighting before it begins
not sure if I am strong enough

The silence, so loud inside
fearing, there's nowhere to hide
Is this what it's like without love?

Do you sometimes feel
that your beauty is fading?
Soft creases around your eyes?

Are you trying to hold on
to what the years are taking
feeling the last of youth as it dies?

There is, however, a certain time
when a woman 'comes into her own'
and has a wisdom within her life

An intuitive inner confidence
unveiling outer calm
a knowing in her sighs

She has an understanding of her image
her soft curves and their affects
fragments of her self consciousness rapidly dies

A sureness to her sensual style
air of authority to her stride
an enlightenment no one can deny

Embrace the creases that tell your story
your beauty will continue to mystify
a choice today that you can decide

The years of youth are never lost
they're carried forever within
our body, is youth, just a little more disguised

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

◆
The characters you form into words
                  
                                     tingle on my tongue

I can almost taste them
                                         like sweetness
                                                       laced with luxuria

I'd love to pause within them
                 so that I could just sit
                                     unnoticed
            while you scribe beautiful
                            curls and swirls
                                             around me

Your pen in motion would tell me
             how my name would sound
                    when whispered by you.


Tiptoeing
                          around loving words so gentle
                     I would feel them beneath my toes
                                           as they brush over them
                                                  
             ­                                                   playfully


­    Wandering slowly between phrases,
       phrases that truly capture my heart
          causing an ache inside
            so deep
              it's not in my chest anymore


          Longingly lingering in your stanzas
                                     filled with metaphors
                                                            deco­rated
                                                   with your scent
                                I close my eyes, and inhale


        My pupils dilate
  at the thought of you,
                             writing

There's such an intense
                                            expression
         ­                                  on your face

               I want to reach out ....
                                

If you didn't notice me
             I could stare deep
   into those delicious eyes
                                    so dark

    I sit here,
                      I wonder what I would see..
                        I wonder what you are like..
                        

                                                            ◆

I wonder if I just began to walk
would my destination be you
I'd begin my journey and follow my heart
It seems to sing a song that's so true

I think it would direct me towards the sun
and I would readily walk the path
There'd be no need to rush
as we've both known from the start

One day I'd just start walking
feeling pulled in your direction
Moving steadily towards you
to be the object of your affection

So prepare yourself my love
our time has now come
I'm ready and on my way
my journey, has already begun

I'm so lucky to have friends
right here on HP
I love the support that's sent
in each others hour of need

For without this cosy place
to bare my inner soul
I'd have no extra space
my words, no place to go

I often feel closer to you all
than my many friends at home
they only see me standing tall
notice only the courage I've shown

They know not all about my life
a 'side' I like to keep quiet
I do not share that I write
and would not call myself a poet

Although I love them dearly
each and every one
I won't bare myself freely
and doubt that day will ever come

I hold dear these precious friendships
the honesty and trust that is held
a powerful bond between poets
across the oceans, across the world

So I'm sorry, but you may have to forgive
the kisses I'll often send your way
and the loving hugs I have
that I'll send to you each day

I'm just a sentimental girl
with a lot of love to give
If you're on the other side of the world
I love you no matter where you live

They say we should be prepared in life
for those difficulties thrown our way
It's important to be ready for them
'change' is the only thing that stays the same

So what are the rules and guidelines?
This I really need to learn
There should be a detailed manual
to guide us through twists and turns

How do we really prepare?
Can't we just follow certain steps?
We do it all the time
but I haven't seen the manual yet!

I know this may sound so strange
but I like to get things right
I want to always be prepared
for those things, not yet in sight

So if anyone has a written plan
or steps numbered 'one' 'two' and 'three'
I'd really appreciate a copy
I'd be sure to carry it around with me

They say 'time heals all' and it has faded the memory of you, although not convinced it would, and unsure if this was even true

I sit here and briefly ponder, since you have become just a face, the image of someone I once knew from a hazy kind of place

It's like a memory of a film that I felt such a part of, knowing each and every word, immersed in feelings of love

So old, it has now become and the image quite distorted, your face, completely out of focus, all clarity exhausted

The film has run its course, the audience left long ago, this was the very last viewing, of this worn out meaningless show