IF ONLY

If only this raging war, worldwide,
were all played out on consoles,
where no-one really died.
If only teenage boys and pretty girls,
could synthesize the real world,
just blended into violent games,
upon the station of world play.

If only real warriors, did not have to die.
If only, is all that I can say,
She inhales fast,
stiff upper lip,
taking but another breath,
just to stifle her cry!
(C) Livvi

The skeleton's cry,
it falls from within,
it's sobbing because,
it so misses its skin,
It cries because,
it misses a heart that beats,
in synchronicity,
in perfect time,
with a brain that thinks,
creating rhyme.

It cries of lost emotion as it's laying in it's bed,
it's so cold,
this bag of bones.
It sobs,
It's alone in its bed,
crying out loud,
"Ladies and gentlemen,
I don't want to be dead.
For I have more to accomplish,
much more,
Ladies and gentleman.
Now you heard my last wish!"
(C) Livvi

DEVOLUTION

The yes's and no's are brewing a scrap,
Are Scotland and England becoming single?
Or will the two continue to mingle?
There's political bickering,
Arguing speakers,
all putting there point.
So will it be yes or will it be know,
Only a few brief days till we all know!
I can't throw in any opinions,
for, I have not got a clue.
Pray let the wonderful Scots folk,
decide what they're going to do.
I need to investigate the implications,
upon the division of one, maybe two great nations!
(C) Livvi

I'm best faded into the background.

I hate that I walk away sometimes. That these walls can't come down...
It's just easier to go.

Because,
You think you want to know me.
But you really don't.

I tuck secrets into the corners of myself,
A crumpled piece of paper riddled with drunken cursive.

I can't escape the desire to cover you in soft kisses.
Or the need to hear the rhythm of your heartbeat.

Distance, I panicked and had to add space in between.

People always say I shine

But that's because they are to dazed to see what's hidden in the shadows.

Sand moves through the hour glass, counting down the past. I gripped to tight and lost it all, praying it would last.

I miss you sometimes so much it hurts, but I look back to see the ruin. The scar still proof of what we had, it was our own undoing.

Sand feels gritty between my fingers, I have to pace about. But frustration of things that went unsaid, makes me want to shout.

I can't make sense of the absence between, just that it always lingers in this space. Memories I still hold next to me, I wish I could erase.