Worth more than a look - Hello Poetry

Oct 2014

Jasmine

Breathing,
In out,
Slowly exhale,
Close your eyes as you breathe the sweet smell,
Of him pressed against your chest.

Holding,
Closer,
Tighter,
Arms wrapped around his waist,
You feel safe, secure and happy again,
Knowing he's there can end the pain.

Listening,
Hearing sound,
Slow and comforting,
His words lapping over your body to nourish your soul,
Talking of your life together,
Growing old.

Hoping,
Breathing in his scent,
Feeling his presence,
Heart beating fast with recognition as you scan his face,
Eyes flicking over a familiar place.

Smiling,
Teeth bright and showing,
Happiness growing,
Inside your heart and head,
Knowing he wont desert you,
Wont leave you for dead,
Like the rest.

Loving,
Love in your eyes,
Love in his,
Allowing your soul to be released to him,
The lights are dim,
Passion is flowing,
Love for each other inside of you growing.

Death,
Silent,
Peaceful,
Not alone you are together,
Hearts as one, always, forever,
A love so strong, death defying,
No more hurt, no more crying.

Eternal,
Life you have been given,
Souls by love and happiness driven,
Hold his hand,
Sour through the sky,
Here,
Our love,
It will never die.

Copyright© 2014 Jasmine Bryony Holmes
All rights reserved.

#love #hope #eternal #him #heismyinspiration

Oct 2014

Miss Kiss My Bliss

The Blank Canvas

A part of me drifts away into a place somewhere outside in the wooded area next to my shop of grand size.  I can see myself sitting on a stair below you talking about all of the things we can make.
Within that little dream we discussed the gifts we had, the gifts we bring to the table.
The things we wanted to built each other, the things we would plant in the spring.
But what came to mind was a question, an answer and some incredible peace.
I drool literally as I smile now and my lip twitches as I hold a secret..the question, the answer..and the twinkle in my eyes as I suddenly go to write in my journal about important things.
I heard you ask the question "What would be the perfect gift?"
Presents being what they are my mind would usually be so mixed!
I am twinkled to say that when you asked in my dream today I answered you within a second, NO DELAY!
Amazing as this sounds, be golly it is true..within that little dream of a shared moment on the stairs with you..I found a part of me that has the freshest of attitudes.
That gift I said which would be perfect for me would be a king sized blank canvas especially for me!
I have not thought about what it is that I would paint.
There are no preponderances of how to erase the blank white surface.
Filled within my spirit is a super passion filled excitement.
Not filled with ideas of what to put on it or how and where to hang it.
I am not filled with perfectionism and scared to use it.
I do not think if I slapped some rusty colors on it and called it good that would be called abusing it.
There is no pressure on how I would be using it.
Just the excitement of the blank slate that in life like a wave I be surfing it.
As addicted to colors as I am I am in no hurry on applying what will stick to it.
I simply smile at the possibilities before me, and my ease at which I shall be choosing it ; )

Oct 2014

SøułSurvivør

sachet {10W}

~~~<@>~~~

rose petals
wither
the
birdsong
sonnets
of
the
English
gardens

~~~<@>~~~

soulsurvivor
catherine jarvis
(C) october 20, 2014

Oct 2014

Silence Screamz

You are a headache

Four long days
Festering inside
Teasing me
Breaking my pride

Attacking every atom
Counting my cost
Squeezing my energy
All day, I am lost

I can not move
You puts me in chills
Stand up dizzy
On the floor, no frills

Finally you stop
No torture no pain
You finally left me
Don't come back again

#depression #pain #dark #you #headache

Oct 2014

Sarah

I killed the Butler

It was me, I killed the Butler
and what you've heard is true.
But before I am condemned
Let me explain to you...

The milkman killed the ferrel cat,
set a trap and let it starve
So now no longer there will be
sick kittens in his yard.

The schoolboys killed the milkman
Maybe it was some sad trick
Maybe it was just an accident
I'll let you take your pick.

The Butler killed the schoolboys
I won't pretend that I know why
He shot them each in the chest
then fired his gun into the sky.

And yes, I killed the Butler
I didn't even know his name
He snuck up upon me
and now I'm the one they blame.

Oct 2014

M Fitz

Standing

I did it again
I thought I had stopped
But the red spilling out of my thighs
Proves me wrong
Yet again
I wasn't meant to be the girl with scars
But here I stand
Hiding them under my skirt
Where no one can see

Oct 2014

M Fitz

Raw

He rubs me raw
Not with his hands
No, not anymore
Not as often
But with his words
From the outside, in

The tears coat my eyes
Its the middle of class
Yet my thoughts aren't on Chekhov
But on how close the day is to done
Which terrifies me more than
It probably should

#abuse #domestic

Oct 2014

L

20w

I have chased highs
down the shafts of
hundreds of needles,
but none compare to the
feeling your love brings.

Inspired by a certain needle wielding consulting detective.

For R.

**
Leigh

Oct 2014

Olivia Kent

THE RAVEN/ CO-DEPENDENCE

Something along the lines of mythical scary beast.
Standing on the cables.
Watching where he's stood.
Needs no execution.
Wants no plink, plink, fizz.
Watches you also.
When he's settled and safe.
His head flicks from side to side, guided by his eyes.
Just a clever scavenger.
Hunting the detritus left in a fast food bag.
No interest in how old it is,
A stench of rotten chicken wrapped around discarded bones.
It's said the birds can not smell, but this fellow, he's truly tempted.
From his perch he invaded the packet.
Stole the contents my my what a racket.
The store fella aware of the bird, flicking and scratching at the paper packet.
Flapped his arms, shooing the bird.
Picked up the bag.
In more of a flap than the now perching bird.
Circle of co-dependence continued.
The raven, the ******* and the fast food store man.
(C) Livvi

Oct 2014

Olivia Kent

PARENTS

The midnight chimes hung in the autumn air.
A fleeting firefly passed by.
The late night children watched its antics
Laughing gleefully.
The clock face illuminated the fear in their faces.
A midnight ramble, such a gamble when you were twelve and running free.
Miss Thirteen was rarely seen
Had a mind of her own and the will of a goat.
Mother was late, she forgot to collect them.
Thirteen took charge as she always did.
Never accepting that she's still a kid.
Took hold of the other two,
Ben and Sue.
Held them firmly by their frozen hands.
Saying come on guys.
You know what we've got to do.
The call of the owl at the top of the tree.
Spoke in their kind of tongue that they understood.
Midnight in the wild wood not really the place to be.
They needed to be home tucked up in their beds.
With a mug of hot cocoa.
Thirteen announced in her very strict voice.
"Come on.
Get a wriggle on you've really no choice".
And they walked and they walked five miles or more.
Walked in through the unlocked door.
Mother,dear mother ,lay prone on the floor.
Her face somewhat deformed as the c**t broke her jaw.
Daddy, dear daddy, was drunk as a skunk.
Their sweet baby sister was locked up in the trunk.
(C) Livvi

Oct 2014

Olivia Kent

UNCONDITIONAL

Depending on you.
The baby slid into the world.
Time's creeping on.
See love developing.
Like a film kept in the dark awaiting exposure to light.
And so a picture develops.
Is it really love or just dependency.
The child to the momma.
It's really love.
A perfect condition.
The elements of the future.
Look at the innocence in the child's eyes.
You gave him your love.
He stole your heart.
It's for keeping.
(C) Livvi