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Charlotte Hill Aug 2016
Art is long and life is short
So paint your voice and draw your nerve.

If your sound cannot be heard
close your eyes and feel the words.

From within a noise will grow
Upon your skin it's waves will show.

A map of a lifetime for all to see
Just a stitch in the fabric of eternity.

There's never the time to say what's wrong
So paint it down and make it strong.

Sing it out loud if that's what feels right
Do it right now, feel the delight.

Life is short and art is long
So dance your life and live your song.
Charlotte Hill Oct 2014
I've known you for some time now, and my feelings have begun to grow.
Like the hair upon my head, like the mould on a loaf of bread.
Creeping, creeping, into my mind.
When I'm lost it's in you I find.
Restfulness and tranquillity, like the vastness of the deep blue sea.
I feel so at ease, like I've known you for years.
It's as though we've been together all our life.
It doesn't matter you have another as close as a wife.
I need you around, you make me feel so sound.
Your soft, calming and mood enhancing.
We have a connection you and I.
How this happened I don't know why.
Now you're here I can't undo what I feel.
Hooked like a fish at the end of a reel.
I'm falling into the blue, of your eyes, I'm hypnotised.
Your hair, your face, your deep warm embrace.
I'm struggling to keep myself balanced.
When I learn of your many more talents.
You amaze and intrigue me all the time.
I'm completely drawn in by your smile.
We make each other laugh, and understand each other well.
I never thought I would have such rapport,
with someone I just got to know.
It turns out you're the one I adore, and you feel the same.
There must be a reason into my life you came.
What am I to do?
It almost makes me feel blue.
I don't know if I can share you with another?
All these thoughts, my mind they do smother.
Sharing is caring, or so they say.
I'm not sure if I can have it that way.
It's driving me mad, all of this is true.
Yet still I keep on falling, falling, falling for you...
Charlotte Hill Oct 2014
I like the smell of cut grass and dew in the morning.
Sunshine and rainbows and when the sky's dawning.

Coffee and baked bread, and crunchy leaves in the autumn.
Singing and dancing, and anything that cures boredom.

Roast chestnuts in winter, and painting and reading.
Skipping stones on the water, warthogs and weeding.

Going on adventures to places unseen by my eye.
Also, cheese and onion crisps and chocolate, at the same time.

The smell of the rain and a good thunder storm.
Blue sky and the starlings when they gather in a swarm.

Anything purple, walking my dog in the evening.
Randomness and laughter, all of these are appealing.

I like music, my long hair and wearing a hat.
My high tops, my guitar, cheese and also my cats.

I like the drum of the rain on a caravan roof.
The thud on the ground from a horses hoof.

The warmth of the sun upon my face.
The crackle from a log burning in the fireplace.

I love my family and friends, and my happy places.
Meeting new people and putting smiles on their faces.

I like birds, all animals and frost on the window.
I love the look of the countryside when it's covered in snow.

A cobweb with raindrops, taking photos and nature.
My book collection, seafood and the blue of a glacier.

I like making cakes, playing risk, and flowers and trees.
Writing poems, walking, reading, and I love bees.

I like the crash of the sea, and the trickle of a stream.
The sunset in Africa, crypic crosswords and a good dream.

I like a lot of things, as you can see.
There is a lot more you don't know about me.

Maybe another poem will pop into my head.
Always at the time when I should be in bed.

When it does I'll write it down somewhere to show.
Then more things about me you shall know.
Charlotte Hill Aug 2014
You weren't there all that much when I was growing up,
and my feelings for you I have kept shut up.

But I miss you, I miss you, I miss you like mad.
Oh I so wish I could tell you all these feelings I have.

I've had therapy and help for all the years of pain.
I just hope that one day we can gain.

Something better than what's gone before.
But I can't talk to you, as I feel I'm a bore.

Your world is so busy, and you have a new life,
new kids and a new wife.

I want to be a part of it, but try as I might.
I just don't fit in, it doesn't feel right.

It's such a shame though, and I know I'll regret.
The time that we've lost and the memories all spent.

I've moved on now and changed.
Though I still love you, it'll never be the same.

The past is the past, it's history now.
I still wish that I could change it somehow.

I'm as bad as you for not keeping in touch.
It still doesn't mean I don't love you this much.

To the moon and back and then some more.
All around the universe on a magical tour.

I get sad sometimes when of these things I think.
Maybe that's what's driven me to drink...

For now I'll continue to just write away.
It's the only way I know to get my thoughts stop to play.

I feel bad, for I know, I'm going to regret what I've lost.
What we've missed out on, what it may cost.

One day I know you'll be gone from this earth.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dirt.

Maybe tomorrow I'll pick up the phone.
Give you a ring, see how you're getting along.

I should do this, I know I must.
Our relationship has gone to rust.

Oxidized over the years.
This has always brought me to tears.

Oh well, what more can I say?
I love you, you love me, at the end of the day.

We just find it hard to express our feelings I guess.
At least to one another at best.

Here it is now, down in black and white.
Whether or not you see it, it's said and goodnight.
Charlotte Hill Aug 2014
I open my eyes from another restless sleep
I realize it's you I think of down deep.

They say what matters most is where your mind wanders.
This leaves me wondering, why on you I do ponder?

Is this love, or is this lust?
I'm not even sure if in you I can trust.

I barely know you, we've only met a few times.
But I know towards you I am inclined.

I love your smile, I love your face.
When I see you my heart starts to race.

I love your humour, you break the mould.
Oh those eyes they bore into my soul.

You're witty, clever and look great in leather!
Always a smile, whatever the weather.

This was my secret I kept hidden away
Until my thumbs they began to play.

Upon the keypad of my phone
And now my feelings you do know.

Do I regret this?
No I do not, as life is too short to keep things locked.

I'll be open and honest about how I feel.
It's all just about keeping it real.

I am me that is that.
So I am glad we had that chat.

I know how I'll react though next time we meet.
I'll look away and shuffle my feet.

I'll try to avoid any eye contact.
Because I can be coy like that.

It's all about confidence and self esteem.
It's growing more and more though it would seem.

So when I do see you, I will try.
To keep my head up, and not go all shy.

I cannot believe I told you those things.
And when I look back my mind it spins.

I'm never that forward to someone I fancy.
I always think of it too chancy.

Scared of rejection I guess you could say.
Or I find it too risque.

Well this is it, I can't take it back.
I've said what I said, I was open and frank.

What's done is done and I feel more alive.
My brains just gone into overdrive!

So I like you that's it, I've let it be heard.
I relish the fact you're a bit of a nerd.

You love science and nature, and you're creative.
Not at all unappreciative.

You dance to trance and you swing from the trees.
All of this makes me weak at the knees.

Now I must stop or I'll go on all night.
But how I feel I just had to recite.

I delight in you that's it, you're one of a kind.
I can't wait for the day our bodies entwine.
Charlotte Hill Aug 2014
I build sandcastles in my mind.
I've done it since a child.
As the dark thoughts they do run wild.

In my mind I build.
An architect I am for it makes me feel fulfilled.

These constructions I create.
In a world filled with hate.

They distract me from the norm.
And help me through life's storm.

In the dentists chair I lie.
Building in my minds eye.

For the bus I sit and wait.
To build I do not hesitate.

I go to a place where nobody knows.
On a sunny beach the warm wind blows.

Ruffles my hair, takes away my despair.

I hear gulls call as I construct these walls.
The tide never changes, hence they never fall.

Made of sand they are, and they're in my mind so far.

Fortresses with moats, where I can float a tiny boat.
All my worries fade away as I shape my hope.

Any tricky situation or when I lose my motivation.
I'm back beside the sound once more, of the crashing ocean.
Charlotte Hill Aug 2014
One ****** I'll eat just to get me to sleep.
Or I know that into my dreams you will creep.

Like a monster you're lurking, in the shadows you wait.
This is the thing that keeps me up, wide awake.

I'm afraid to switch off, too scared to close my eyes.
For I know you'll be there no matter how hard I try.

What is this feeling?

Why do you do this to me?
That when I lay my head down, you are all I see.

I don't want this anymore, why wont you go away?
I try so hard but your memory wont fade.

I know it's not you, I know you're long gone.
But for some strange reason my mind's hanging on.

All these thoughts of you and the things you would do.
I'm left with them all, just me, not you.

I hope that in time these feelings subside.
For now I must just take things in my stride.

I wish I could sleep, just one peaceful night.
Without you appearing and giving me a fright.

I guess I'll just sit here and sit here and wait.
Until my eyelids hang and droop with weight.

Til' I can take it no more and my head hits the floor.
Or maybe a ****** or just one or two more.
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