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andy fardell Apr 2014
Here I sit waiting for the candle to extinguish  
Your return still awaits me
The room feels so cold
A cold thats missing your love  

My heart gone
It's heat now a distant faded light
Still waiting your footsteps
Still wanting you
Wanting love

A hint still tingles my senses
Perfumed sheets brings me your vision
Brings me alive
Come to my lair
My love
Come back

The years have gone and the candle burnt
Frozen out in a wanted room
I still look for your love
Amongst the faded pictures
Amongst the faded lives
I remember our time
andy fardell Apr 2014
Dont you ever get tired
Tired of this day and last night
Tired of drinking coffee made from the gravy of a cows ****
Or tired from the vile armpits plastered in your face on the tube

I get tired
Tired of drivers that try and cut me in two like their scissors or something
Tired of so called men in cars with big exhausts and white vests parking in A disabled bay or parent and child when they are by themselves

I get tired too
Tired of all the fake news on the tv about a failed pop star loosening their Clothes whilst kids around the world starve
Tired of politicians telling me how much better off I am than i was 5 years Ago ....really !!!

Tiring aint it
Tired of people always moaning yet seeing them never take a step to Change their life's
Tired of the world in debt to itself from this so called money that doesn't Even exist
I'm tired of all this

Why cant we live together
Why do we do such harm
I want to live in heavens eyes
I want to live the land

Why do we fight for dusty tracks
Such evils are not born
It's time for us to change our rights
I'm tired of all this harm

So tired
andy fardell Apr 2014
Cherry blossom lips burned into his eyes
Words
Letters
And anger  
Formed sounds that echoed so vehemently

This is real rage
Rage that even the bitter darkest clouds could
Only ever dream to be

Awash me my boiling blood
Feed me my need
Show me your scared
For I will lower my head and let the raging go on

But for what does it serve
A passion for love
A wanting for more
Care
True spirit

Yet I am the wrong
Words should not be of pain
They should be of hope
Encouraged in glory
Wrapped in a heart of fragility

Shamed in my soul I write in shivers
Puddles of sadness at my side
These eyes now empty and red
And I am sorry
andy fardell Apr 2014
My waking hours fill the dreams that my nightmares
could only wish for ....
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andy fardell Apr 2014
Into these old eyes comes new light
From a new day
Let the birds do their work
Let my mouth kiss you
Bid me my well
My love

So out I step into the way
Biting bitter cold does its best
To take your warmth away
From my lips
Yet it cannot hide my love
For your gaze
My love

The path is long and broken but one day
I shall return with gold
And a ring for your finger
Place the candle well
Warm your side  
My love

The years past into layers of grey
A way home almost lost to the overgrown
Are you there my love
No light be seen my love
My love .........my love...my love  
My LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!
andy fardell Apr 2014
You know this place where its cold
Where the cobwebs of your mind fill
On emptiness
This is my place
That bit of our lives that no-one enters
Nor dares too

I like my corner
It feeds me when I'm weak
Brings anger to my softness
And sometimes melts my tepid soul
Into a fiery pit
Of rage

My corner also has a weakness
A look from a strangers glare
Can send me further and further into
My shivering recess
Shy and quiet I will lay
Waiting for the roar
Shhhh ....

Along with ones darkness comes
This lowering  
Eyes shielded
Only the pavement's view
Be my my foe,my friend
Oh do I pity these enemies
For one day my dark
Will be ablaze
The corner shred into light
That one day will come
Thy will be done
andy fardell Mar 2014
Gentle in he walks
A dog to follow obedient to his masters rule
The Thirst from the day
Ready
See's him drink away the water to belly
Full of a laughters cheer

A kind man
That talks away the night
In his own mingled fashion
Northern up the here
He says
To a room full of souths
Still the drink flows divine

His ails now gone
Be the gaunt a distant reminder
On his love for life
All wed and settled
To a way the village breaths

Yet I know of him
Words for soothing be given
For those about to grieve
My grief
And
My loss

But that was then
And
Life is now
We know how to play
Our game so much better these days
So it is alas my friend

Just one Cornetto
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