The lanterns flickered out
One by one.
With every step down the lane,
I left behind
All the darkness I had let light
Up my life.

I spiral, and
I burn

'round and
'round

trying to catch
the sun

How I try to
become

someone you'd
know

but I'm not the
one

The days grow
old

the nights come
undone

There's so much
to forget

about the things
I never learned

The knives twist
and turn

the scars weave
and have spun

My tears, old
and young

'round and
'round

I spiral, and
I burn

trying to catch
the sun

I carry worlds within my chest,
silent storms I don’t confess.
A smile, a nod,a quiet plea,
hoping someone sees through me.

A thread of wonder weaves through my mind,
As I ponder the what-ifs, the paths left uncharted
What if this life had unfolded elsewhere?
Would love have found me, or would hate have been there?

Would peace have been my companion, or would it have fled?
The questions swirl, like autumn leaves on a windy thread.
Yet, in this moment, I am here, not there.

If you return,
do not knock,
the door has memorized your hands.

If you leave,
do not turn back,
the wind carries only forward.

Everything happens just so we can feel
And when we lose that
We lose everything
Because that is what humans are made of
Emotion
When we are deprived of that
we are nothing.
We are nothing but melancholic spirits
Translating our own sorrow into poetry
Our own pain into art.

Alive
Too young to care
Busy with living loud
Born on the wind, my youth flew by
Quickly.

she wasn't a pacific ocean to tackle
she was just a serene river
flowing gently through the valleys
with grace that whispered peace

"Enjoy your own company"
Is easy advice
When it isn't the only option.

"Learn to love yourself"
Is a lot easier
When you aren't the only source.

We are social creatures
But maybe there's a reason
The most successful say they're lonely.
Maybe coming to believe
Evolution has finally grown beyond
The measly confines of needing others
Is our inevitable future.

Or maybe,
Now is just a season
To be in your own company
So the next will be so much more appreciated.

It hurts…

It hurts to look in the mirror
And see the thin white strands cross my leg

It hurts to see my ribs in the mirror
When I look at myself

It hurts to look at my face
To see tears falling and the bags below my eyes

It hurts to see the blade
When i close my eyes

It hurts to think about the blade
To feel the urge to find it

It hurts
It hurts
it hurts

But it hurts way more to stop
But it hurts way more to be clean
But it hurts way more to see the scale tick up’

something hurts
and it hurts way more

It’s like you took out my soul and etched your name on it.
I wouldn’t trade it for any other moment.
The etch where your name is, there’s also a heart.
I would have let you put it there right from the start.
The feeling I felt—I knew it that night.
I knew that I would fall in love and feel just right.
I don’t say “I love you” and randomly give it away.  
So, for me to tell you I love you, I need and want you to stay.  
It’s like our souls connected the first night.
Then we sealed our souls with a kiss that felt wonderful and amazingly right.
I feel it deep down in my soul, right where your name is etched as if it were gold.
I know that my feelings for you will never grow old.
My heart beats so perfectly in sync,
Right within the rhythm of yours, as if they are linked.
I feel like together we are the best mix.
My soul and yours surely know what to fix.
Just so you know, if you haven’t already,
I’ll etch my name on your soul, true and steady
So you can carry me with you when we are apart.
Don’t forget, beside it I’ll even etch a sweet  heart.
All my love 💓
Leanne

before the child is married
parent knows best

after they get married
spouse knows better.

Not until you left
Not until you left did I realize I truly liked you
Not until you left did I realize I couldn't imagine my life with you
Not until you told me at the gates that you would leave someday
Not until I realized I would never like someone the way I liked the one that got away

Like two lips,
pursed together,
but in a smile.

The petals are smooth -
coloured in silky shades
of red or pink
or perhaps a
vibrant cerise.

He buys me these flowers
every anniversary
to remind me

of his deep
and enduring love.

the noise is gone
and so is all the clutter
I worked through it all
and came out from under the rain
you opened the door
you gave the space
you gave the time
I'm finally free

SLAVERY
choice of every economy

Words like whispers fly,
Dreams unfold in silent night,
Hearts dance in moonlight.

I never tire  
of this most travelled land
there a million times I've travelled
still I long to return-

  in the remote I live alone
to others unknown:
this is my heart and home
all that I call my own

The house is getting on in years, I know it needs a few repairs,
And I won’t deny there’s dust in every room.

But I still can’t calm my fears they’ll use The Bomb to sweep the
   stairs,
When really all that’s needed is a dustpan and a broom.

Wake up
Shower
Pretend it's ok
Work through this
The day
Wake up
It's ok
To cry
And remember the
Days

What is a beautiful day,
the humming of their cars,
Every influence he has sway
Gets away with mozzie spray

He gets away with vulnerable women
and girls as young as only thirteen
Sprays is money to local victims
He uses them all as pretension
He get sway with pics of truth belief,
A very deep bluff could be a pretend.
and this site will  will be as good as when.
Are these girls as young as eighteen?

You screamed this morning
Now my makeup is running
Look. You ruined me.

she is
       the almost-there

    in the middle of
        
                this cosmic
rodeo show

She is an angel, no one knows the way
Across the bridge of thread that she weaves.
They fall, burdened by the price they must pay,
And like bloated corpses, her soul grieves.
Sin and sinner alike, she saves me still.
She is an angel seen by none but me.

Of all the flags
that I have seen
red, green, purple, blue
and God knows what
none did I collect
for I think
the color
I desire
is being
created

Who's knocking at my window?
I hear you while I sleep!
Who dare disturb my own slumber!
Oh, it's just the birds,
The wind and the trees.
Still I resent my bed,
For the world wakes us for a reason.

We shared a glance
We'll keep it our secret
We're holding hands
Behind the bleachers
You keep on smiling
You're making it weird
But I like your face
So I think I'll keep it
You tied my laces
Knelt down to my sneakers
It felt like a moment
My heart fell out my T-shirt
You're not just some guy
I giggle to my friends with
You've become my guy
And thats all that matters

Profiling peadophiles etc, is it the one with the *******?

'doubt it, has even cooked an egg this morning'

oh what, the-e trout!'

'give those bincoulars to me'

'so we're stuck in a cartoon are we?'

'yeah and no but the structure of its pretty much based on mud'

'like the way this towns run?'

'well i would say it picks a few people out yes.'

Ah, please, if you could cut into my heart
And scalpel out each particle of hurt
And grief I caused my loved ones, god of grace
Help them and me, and so excise each trace

Of what I did, or what I then became
In darkness; halting like a beggar, lame
In heart and mind; unthinking, stunted. Why
Oh why, each faltering step, a way

Betraying trust and love I held most dear
Of those most dear to me. Oh god of grace
I cannot turn to face you: out of fear
I hide my self, and so my self's disgrace

Lies in a shambled way; this heart I tried
To still was not my own: by me despised.

So, write another line and break the mould;
This sorry heart beats still, not yet grown cold.