Like the coming of the seasons Expected yet revered the tide whispers in bringing with it the cries of the oyster catchers to soothe my weary brow. Foam twists and wanes rushing to my form only to turn tail and reappear within a ripple of time. This water holds my soul She heard my raging birth as I heard her raging heart We are connected My turmoil hers her turmoil heavily mine as the moon sits uneasily upon her horizon.
Whispers surround me my name murmured in a thousand dialects though I am alone. Blue sky thinking black sky despair, unpleasant bedfellows for a corpse. Hope lies steadily, her icy depths temptation, her followers below glad eyed and grinning. I am loss eternal I do not beckon to the light, I only live within the black of my heathen creation.
Did you hear me whisper through the rustling of the leaves? Did you feel my kiss up on your brow as I swirled among the trees? Did notice how my love for you shone with the midday sun? Although for now, we are apart we'll always be as one
Did you hear my happy laughter in the babbling of the brook? see my eyes among the bluebells? won't you take another look? Did you hear my song sung gently with the stirring of the pines? a song of longing for the day when your heart lives with mine.
I will search for you on rooftops when the moonlight lights the tiles I will search in each reflection for the light once in your eyes I will dance with every passing breeze and howl into the rain until you come back home to me to live in peace again.
I was reading Wuthering Heights a while back and became obsessed with Cathys obsession with Heathcliff. So this poem is dedicated to her inspiration.
You shoot words like bullets Tearing me down Every sentence delivers a blow harder than the last. You hate these words I write they sit upon your heart like scar tissue. "Not good enough,Never were Never will be" Your mantra will echo eternally. You know not the damage you've done.
I lay here, alone pushing in pins feeling my form disappear. Years spent searching as blood seeps slowly sickly sweet against craving skin. I will walk in shadow, when dawn breaks. Time will snap these hollow bones, folding my soul into butterflies as flight takes hold. This final girl will be no more than she has ever become. This will be my triumph
Dark days brought me here, ragged and blown I stand within the devices of my fate My roaring mouth wide, yet silent against the cacophonous background. Brittle now, this heart of splendour as flesh is drawn from parchment bones revealing only words, their rhythms forever etched into my echo.
There are no stars tonight the sea, granite smooth, whispers secrets to the shore as it sits in wait. Cliffs green with moss appear grey and lend shadows to the silvered sand. A lonely cry splits the dark fading swiftly into the hush. All boats are silent now haunted by the sirens call, they hold their breath under a sliver of moon. Silence rules the landscape as the drowned take breath.
String my heart with daisy chains and lower me to peace to lie in wait for mercy's hand to bring my souls release. The nightingale will sing her song to mourn the passing day as flowers linger up above, themselves in sweet decay.
She comes to me in whispers her feet treading water above silvered shards as her cerulean stare pierces the dark. I breath in the atmosphere as her chill sets my lungs to burn. Both fear and adoration fill my mind as beauty in it's bleakest form, beckons.
Darkness consumes my every breath Pulling me deeper into despair. I am shadow, there is no light, no smile to tear through the constant lonely aching. I cry, silently within this vacuum of my own design as my desire to be is slowly defeated. All that remains is time and she alone will seal my fate.
Wrap me around your ***** form let my satin touch soothe your soul I am all you need in this moment. Let us be lovers, unconfined by shame. Shake off the chains of yesterday and let the rest melt away. We are our own world, swaying hips and red wine smiles set the tone. Let us dance like this forever, our bodies sated as sweat drips, keeping rhythm, holding time.
You speak to me as though I am nothing but dirt. Once you said you were lucky to have me, that you could lose yourself within my smile. Now there are only tears while you bellow and holler at the finality of my presence. There are no words left unspoken between us, just an all encompassing darkness brought forth by silence,where once there was love untamed. Will I ever be her again? The girl good enough to receive your affection rather than your scorn? Is there still hope behind my tear stained eyes? I think not.
Heat settles like dew forming waves above glistening tar summer's slow breezes are but a rumour now. Birds fly amongst the blue their song irrepressible, chimes through the haze as bees bustle busily past parched pavements to gather the nectar they crave.
The poppy field stirs as spring breezes graze the silence sending birds to flight Hush, do you hear them? a thousand souls that cried for home.
All men wear white crosses here, the rows glisten standing straight and tall against the sky Shoulder to shoulder finally at one with peace. There will be no reveille as dawn breaks No call to arms for these brothers of battle. Only quiet remembrance.
I travel roads of deep despair, chasing a shimmer of hope on the far horizon, forever out of reach, it's sullen beauty lingers at dusk, calling yet never yielding to my touch. Time sleeps within the darkness it stretches and wanes within waves of poison doubt speaking my conscience killing the last of me. Knowledge presents itself slowly that caustic drip an ancient thirst to covet moons.
When the mockingbird she sings no more and all her scars are healed she will give in to honest hope as love, it is revealed will slowly mend her broken wings and set her off to soar no more to feel the loneliness that filled her every score.
My skin is but a map of scars a journal of all the times I have betrayed myself. Raw emotion settles in silver lines multiplying with every breath taken in fear and rage at my reflection. I write meaningless lines in hope of cure as I carry the weight of their shame. I let them go, to travel into the ether in hope of reply, of friendship, of hope that I am sometime seen. A doppelganger of my former self, I writhe and spit lines at shadows, the longing too deep to name, my loneliness a constant echo within the barrens of my mind.
There upon the foamy waters boats rock with silent ease all about reflects the sky forget me not blue stretches the miles. Hushed I watch the majesty of simple lives Under the toil of the sun boatmen sing their nets ashore shimmering with life as though the dawn itself were caught within a single bell, chimes skylark sweet keeping time with the rhythm of all. Calling home calloused hands to pretty parlours where rest and the devil take hold.
I was made of glass fragile and hollow by design reflecting those around me but never quite fulfilled. I shattered, tiny fragments glistened like tears But still I felt nothing. Sorrow slipped silently numbing a soul hungry for all yet thirsting for none I sat in darkness waiting for you to see the sunbeams glancing off the shards and think them beautiful but you were blinded by so many splinters that you could never imagine the whole.
I did not hear your cries as I wrenched a thousand words from my breast, nor your protestations as my eyes recalled yet another deep magenta sky. I did not see your tears of frustration as I marvelled at the world, singing at snow angels and harbouring the winter chill. I did not feel your heartbeat leave mine as the russets fell nor did I hear you call my name over my frustrated sighs, and tempered ego. I did not notice your silence Until I saw you drowning as I described the water.
Hips crash, breaking waves to shudder flesh. In this moment we are each other. Linked limbs give way to locked eyes as passions kiss moves south. Hand clasped sheets ripple at the shores of our abandon while all time stops and stretches cat-like across our waking. We are one and all together. A cry splits the darkness, ragged breaths tear from swelling chests as finally sleep masters all.
Winter skin shivers as damp settles, his troubled brow seeks silent shelter to sleep among demons. Triumphs and tortures muddied by time haunt the waking as they pass. "There but for the grace of who?" is uttered under the cross fire of blame. Surely the grace is ours? An outstretched hand, filthy with grief begs solace from the blind. On his cheek a tear to shame the world.
Written after spending time in the city and observing the level of homelessness. The fact that homelessness is still an issue in today's society is abhorrent. Everyone deserves to feel safe and respected.
We are the darkness. Smiling pretty as sinew is ripped from bone. We scream silently into the fray our mouths stretched wide with furious scorn. Eyes blind to seeping sufference. We are your echo, absorbed by shadow. No touch can save us, no words of salve to flayed skin will ever see us whole. We are the darkness. We live within you.
Do you hear the voices? They whisper of love in open wounds. They spit at my ears and wail at my image. My mind a willing admirer of the cacophony. They bring only black, cracked and unyielding it lays against my monochrome skin. Tearing at scars to bleed only ink.
What shape this heart of discontent Enlarged and scarred from battles drawn Yet small and quiet as the grave In silent hours before the dawn. It beats within a crooked chest It's keeps it's time with breath, forlorn and promises with certain fate It will be still one quiet morn.
I have recently been diagnosed with heart failure, so I think about my heart a lot nowadays.