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Mallow Jul 2015
My white silk scarf
keeps me warm for five minutes
it slips away and i have to keep catching it

My learned karate is getting sharper
but my legs keep buckling after the kick

My white silk scarf
is pulled out of my pocket
It twists and knots around my neck too tight

My words rush by like rhymes trapped in rivers
but my tongue gets rough once it brushes the rock

My white silk scarf
is tied to my ankles forever
it stops me from moving towards the light
It stops me from moving towards the light
Mallow Jul 2015
Walking on this hard pavement now feels like walking on a cushion quilt.
Running my fingers along this jagged wall once felt like grainy sand but now feels like silk.
Gazing up at the clouds in the sky which were once so dark and grey are now rose tinted.
Feeling the cold wind which once cut my skin has now become my protective armour, my blanket.

Restlessness transformed into comfort.
Anxiety transformed into serenity.
There is no longer a crippling fear
of loss, loneliness, void and uncertainty.

This moment is precious, unreal, rare and profound.
Trying so hard to keep my ear close to the ground.
How have my head and heart agreed to peace so fast.
*My Saviour, my love please make this moment last.
Mallow Jul 2015
IT runs fluid between us and around
Rigid boxes can no longer contain it
the colour scale varies today
what is red is green anyway

The water in your eyes swirls like it does in mine
It drops out of the corners into our veins
ice seas leave unleading tracks
into treasured coves in our domains.

Its a touch of a finger tip and
not what they talk about in song
that pulled me into the air
that you breathed out

IT bursts and falls from trees
causing electric storms of desire
chasing the internal fires
that give us courage to dance in the thunder.

*Him and Her
Pulled towards both axis
attraction is an unexplainable thing :) Thanks for reading!
Mallow Jun 2015
Sometimes the pencil just draws and the brush just swoops…they go in the opposite direction that you want them to but a new picture is created, one that does not resemble the object being drawn/painted but a picture that looks further than the object itself and draws its essence instead.
Looking into things not past them
Everything is more than it seems
Mallow Jun 2015
There is always tomorrow
Let's leave it for today
The valuable silver lining
Got dissolved and flew away

Rest your head my beloved one
Let your eyes roll away
Pillows made of feathers
Wait eagerly to carry your weight

Don't let the games continue to play
Hard days!! --thanks for reading
Mallow Jun 2015
You play the violin while I bleed to death!
Mallow Jun 2015
The sun shines with its judgement
looking for a hand to hold

stepping on partner tracks
trying to tell a different story from the day before

The crossroad i have named ‘brick’
is dressed in anticipation of anger

The atoms of the city go off like a buzzer
crisscrossing along ‘brick’ in a cosmic manner.

The building to the left of this corner
is luminous with so many friends

Familiar breaths and un curtained
I have seen its integral treasures

My laughter is no longer a part of this scene end

City, it is time we parted ways
City, i never promised you i would stay
City, you are cheap and like to go off and play
City, you exist without my say

These streets were never mine to begin with
Bye bye hometown---Thanks for reading :) appreciate any feedback
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