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on the day I was born
I wasn't told
I would have just not cried for
the number of things
to come my way
on the day I was born
I was welcomed with happy tears
why the sad tears now
on the day I was born
born the lovely
curious little thing
peeked out of the dark
into the piercing light
only to take a step back now and to cry
on the day I was born
no regrets,
but now 15 years have passed.
on the day I was born,
had I known how these 15 years would turn out,
I would not have cried to
signal the live beating heart.
on the day I was born,
I might as well have died.
Last night
I heard you leave
By the back door
12:22 AM
And the neighbour’s dog was barking

You left your jacket behind
I thought
Of calling you back
And sliding the sleeves up your shoulders
Cracking your icy demeanour
With the warmth of my gesture
And making you smile

I heard you
Muffled laughter
An audible kiss on her cheek
The quiet purr of an expensive car
Crunching gravel
Rolling up the driveway

I ran my fingers
Through your tangled bed sheets
I can’t remember
The last time
You slept well with me

I pulled the covers over my head
Drowning in your warmth
In this darkness
You were still here with me
Your limbs
Intertwined with mine

Your photo
On my bedside table
Your coffee mug
Next to mine
The dishes
Still in the sink
It was your turn to wash them
But I let it slide

I got up and put your slippers on
My toes crinkling with the feel of you
I put on your sweater
And I took your torch
And I grabbed your lighter
(I never told you but
I hated that you smoked)

Last night
I heard you come back
3:45 AM
And police sirens were shrieking

The house
And my heart
Were aflame
Drowning in your warmth

I heard you cry out my name
I heard you cry
I heard you
I heard you
I heard you

(But I don’t think you heard me)
above the lights
they regard what I do
with much curiosity
they don't talk
instead they shine so bright
and regard me with much
positivity
but I sit here in the dark
shrouded in the black
negativity clouded in the black
i silently watch
the lights above
regard me with eyes so dark
And I look back at them
And I see,
even in the dark,
a little twinkle in the dark
Music
Just has a way
Of expressing everything
Worming itself
Deep
Deep
Down
Inside
Digging out the deepest
Hidden emotions
Explaining the inexplicable
Showing the unseeable

The Pain
Anguish
Reluctance
Sentiment


Everything you wanted
To say
To express
To think

Anger
Tears
Frustration
Turmoil


It all comes out
The instrument
An extension of your very self
The vibrations reaching
Your very core
And sometimes
You even feel a little
Pull

In the argument between
Melody and
Lyrics
The Music
Is the Power
The Words
Only give it
Meaning
But they can only do
So much.
There was once an
Angel
A young one
wings as white as snow
Smile as bright as day
Cheery
Optimistic
Happy go lucky
Bringing warmth all around

As she grew up
Her wings began to get darker.
First it was a few black speckles
Starting from the very tips
Through many storms
She went
The smile quivers
Shakes them wings
But they stay

She grew a bit more
The cherubic round face
Growing longer
The black speckles now covering half
Like a shadow
She fought
Blood flew
Her own and others
It soon didn't make a difference

She grew up
Tall and lanky
Her wings are now black
Like a raven's
Her eyes were guarded
The bright spark
Now a hard glitter
She barely smiles anymore

And when she does,
It isn't
The same

Leaving a trail of
Ice
Wherever she goes
An icy fire
Burning within
Keeping her going.
Sound familiar?
A representation of what happens when we grow up.
Which sublime symphony,
makes me fully forget
I am a limited being
rooted on the earth.
The booming wind's
the running water's?
or the serenade that cascades
as the wink of a million stars
filling the limitless skies?
which blue evokes,
the hue of my inner world,
the sky's or the sea's,
perhaps the turquoise of her eyes?

On the meadow green,
the grass under my feet,
is resilient, never lies low,
and the sun at dusk
showers gold dust over it.

Now, I feel a lightness, no word can tell,
I am ebullient, feels omnipotent,
on newly acquired wings, I hover up,
the evening silver star, waking up,
at the far corner of the sky
extends her hands
to invite me to her boudoir.
her auburn curls
those hazel eyes
so very mesmerizing
they swore she was the one
on one cold winter night
back in December

they cradled her
and embraced her fragile body
but one thing left
they never remembered to do;
embrace her self

today was her sixteenth birthday
she blew the candles
everyone applauded
but one thing no-one did;
caution against the dark one

for tonight
the screaming demons
from inside her pale skin
they will be released
hell on earth
its existence will be more than
fractures of an imagination

whilst they immersed
people cheered
and laughed
till with a pull of the trigger
all's left the deafening silence
of a forgotten happiness

c.s
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