Andrea Cullen

Andrea Cullen Dec 2012

Three?

Ducking behind trees and dropping to my knees to avoid you
Scouring leafy fields and trawling whole cities to find you
So that I can help you rewrite and be the you that you want to be but
who were you before me? And
do you really need me?

How?

I want to awaken you to the you that you are Now
Because
you are only half of what I hope we could be.

Am I a muse to you?
Do I unuse you?
Can I amuse you enough to give up on this love?
Eat me up
dive inside of my heart
tear it apart and find me
I am yours to take apart and put back together, however

I love you!
But need you to love you too.
See you and me
As ones, or twos or even three.

Andrea Cullen Dec 2012

Encouragement

As my preconceived dreams unfold in your kaleidoscope eyes
and my mind endeavours to decipher the reasons why
our paths have collided,
bright colours provided
in powder form allow you to avoid the awkward questions we are about to ponder,
so that we are left with opportunities to psychedelically wonder or else sleep
which may seem meek
but we must remember:
despite all intoxication and inebriation
and manifestations of truth and unity
and all things pure, you see
Without impurity there would be no balance
and I would be less-challenged
So be happy with your less than perfect image of all that you might not be
And set yourself free, rest assured in the knowledge that you are courage
And no matter how big, or small, or not-enough-grown,
You are, to me, as vast as the sea and all it has encompassed
As expansive as space but with all the home comforts
And we will be love but not as we have known it
Which can only be good
Because up until now it’s been hard to truly show it!

Andrea Cullen Oct 2012

New Shoes

In boots without holes,
And a soul whole,
I’m ready to roll
Into an infinity of possibilities and eccentricities of simplicity.

I feel fit you see,
To dive head-on into a new song while the melody remains unwritten.

I’ll uncap, uncurl and uncoil into this scoreless spring of my existence,
Keeping an ear to the ground for hints from a distance,
Rejoice in my own valiance of overcoming that dark beast.

I am the animal, unleashed!

And I shall place my cautious paw in spaces where only good has strode before.
Short of saying more:

I feel set free, at ease and eager to please.
From my head to my knees I feel able to achieve dreams I am yet to conceive.

And all this from release!
Relinquish and re-grow!

Andrea Cullen Oct 2012

Eyes Less Blind

A mind hinged on trickery:
Eyes tight shut whilst their tongues licked me;
Bent right over, looking up,
Allowed them to drink from my half-empty cup

Agreed not to do it again,
Allow myself to be fooled by them
Love was *** so *** was love
Not much guidance from those above

Daily grind,
Suddenly eyes less blind,
started to open up and see inside of my mind

I didn’t see him coming,
but then I wasn’t really looking
Running full speed with my eyes blind shut,
frantically half-looking for a way out of the rut

Daily grind,
Suddenly eyes less blind,
started to open up and see inside of my mind

Opened right up
staring into my half-full cup
Even fuller than before
And through the closed window: an open door
A door to a secret
A secret so clear
A door to the answer and away from my fear

Daily grind,
Suddenly eyes less blind,
I've opened up my mind and looked inside
I have nothing to hide!

Andrea Cullen Oct 2012

Beach Break

Susurrus semantics once flowed between us like a river,
meandering and weaving, lapping, often gushing,

Now we sit muted, surrounded by the noise of rivers belonging to others.

Their rivers trickle empty crests of words
to and fro,
ebb and flow.

Are our whispered words muted by your intoxication?
Or has this music come to drown out the vanity of words?

I smile to ****** you,
in vain.

You’re elsewhere, somewhere happy I bet.

Speak to me!
Take me to where you are!

The music amplifies my audible introspection.
I feel alone, surrounded by all of these empty rivers.

We smoke,
our once fluid flowing flares up with the fume.

We laugh.

You smile.

But your smile soon subsides with the stars in your eyes and once again
I’m alone

with only paranoia present.

Andrea Cullen Oct 2012

The Last One

A rose in a vegetable patch
Full of beauty, professing love and an intoxicating belief of eternity.
An easy catch from a gentle fall that had been a long time coming.
A strange match of convention, unlawful struggle and a softly spoken warning to the danger of muddled paths.
But paths cannot always be unwound, unfounded love that knew no bounds until it broke.
Soft words left unspoken in place of happy memories broken so often without sense, desire, need.

Alone.

Two Feet.

Two strong, smelly feet craving love but perhaps needing to walk their path alone.
A path less travelled where smiles and promises bob above the surface of a thick lake swamped in envy.

A logic-defying envy fuelled by love?

A love lost?

A love forgotten?

The last one.

Andrea Cullen Sep 2012

Him and the Little Girl

He came from a land unrefined;
Encompassed by violence, poverty yet possesses clarity of mind.
A mind built from Hardwork and Determination,
A soul inspired by Intrepidation
Freedom, Release and an infectious sense of inner Peace.

They met in a state of flux,
Going, coming, nothing left but to give it up,
So heart broken, she took his hand,
The adventure began on water but would end on land,
Meadows, Beaches, Visions left them speechless.

She saw a flash, a light;
Precautionary measures tested the capacity of his might.
Slow Down! She'd lost sight.
Tried to keep up but her heart said "Flight"!
Escape! Hide from the cruelty clawing from the inside.

Time was chasing, they had to keep up,
He left as she collapsed into the mouth of a half empty cup.
She gobbled up the cup with no thought of tomorrow.
"He is strong, he'll be fine," focus deflected from sorrow.
Regret, Remorse, shall Fate be trusted to run it's course?

Smiles and Mischief were all that could remain,
She slowly began to learn to becloud fruitless pain,
She's walked away from tough stains,
In memory of his arms where enthusiasm never wanes.
Growing, longer, when he returns she shall be stronger.

If Fate knows Love and Love is true,
Fate shall be entrusted to do what it do,
But Fate can be twisted, Fate can be cruel
And the little girl knew the twisted Power of Fate's Rule