Wouldn't it be nice
to go back to the beginning
before the chaos revealed
itself in your eyes
back to when I only saw
gentle waves instead of
storms in your eyes

I would not recommend Madness
      

                 distrust runs riot
dissecting myself with wings clipped deemed a flight risk
and I'm naked lay face down on the bed
and I trace tramlines
                                     of forgiveness
because my mauled body pays
penance and I am my own
whipping boy who sees me as
a war zone of self-destruction
an addict to my own sickness
bat **** crazy
                         like those female poets
and their creative madness
                                                 Sexton, Plath, Bishop, Woolf
and Merini and Kane

and I prayed: Lord
forgive me for my sins
I would not recommend
Madness

© Sia Jane

With a wink it fell.
Slipping, sliding down her cheek.
Oh.... if only I could bottle that stuff.
On eBay it would sell.

Your words took my breath away!

A child being born.
A first kiss.
I will never forget.

Each word enveloping me.
Gripping my attention.
Consuming the fibres of my being.

Each word striking a chord in my heart to make the blood fizz.

My body became a slave to its rhythm. I became a mere husk in awe of beauty.

As a a heavy tear fell I realised it was a poem from you to me. X

COME ON.
LET THE WRITERS BREAK THEIR WRISTS AND BLEED THEIR FINGERS DRY OVER SOMEONE WHO DOESN'T GIVE A **** ABOUT THEM