I coloured my world today
my hands smeared in pastels
canary yellows
ripe peaches and cardinal ochres
pink from a flamingo sunrise
a passionate cerise

Splashed
an array of feisty blues
a flamboyant turquoise
a topaz tango
a twinkling periwinkle

Streaked it with
beams of gold
contoured lilac smudges
lavender tipped edges
in custard pineapple floats

Splattered emeralds, toned pistachio
fern greens with swift finger strokes.

Tempered it with
muddy crusty earthy browns
rock coloured sandy mounds
reined in royal purple
the sensual blaze of a flaming sunset
the dark indigo of a gloaming sky
agate drops a few
a silver sliver of a crescent new

I coloured my world
with my eyes
my words
my fingers, hands
my hues
....just the way I wanted to

If only I could talk to you
                        I'm here
If only I knew what to say
                        Anything
I don’t know what to do
                        No need
I just want you to stay
                        I'm here

If only I could read your mind
                        Ask anything
never know what words to use
                        I'll tell you
You've always been so kind
                        So have you
Maybe I'm just too bruised
                        I'm here for you

I’d like to tell you how I feel
                        I hear it
how much you've helped me heal
                        I'm proud of you
tell you what you mean to me
                        I feel it
send my thoughts and make you see
                        I love you too

I wish I could be better for you
                        You are enough
be what you deserve, every day
                        You are everything
there is nothing I wouldn't do
                        Nothing needed
If only there was a way
                        I just need you

I owe so much already
                        Nothing to repay
I put it all on you, leaned heavily
                        I'm here for it
You carried it all somehow
                        Because I love, it's easy
But I’m scared to be myself now
                        I'm sorry

I found such comfort on your skin
                        I found comfort in you
Forgiveness in your touch
                        Nothing to forgive
It's why it feels like such a sin
                        Nobody is perfect
To be too much
                        I want all of you

It seems to all go wrong
                        If only we could talk
you, halfway out the doorway
                        We'll figure out what to say
I don't want to string you along
                        I don't know what to do
I’ll just stay away
                        I just want you to stay

How beautiful can it be?
The chaos of oddyssey,
That I thought was a misery,
Turns out to end in serenity.
When It all started within me,
To where I thought I was free.

A silhouette inside me who brings bliss.
It whispered saying, "join me in the abyss."
What harm can it do, so I agree,
It's fun and beautiful, like a fantasy.
I wish this could not end,
"It won't" said the silhouette friend.
Suddenly, my reality, it's burning!
As if my life is decending.

Someone save me, please!
My reality is not at ease,
I'm stuck at this disease.
Help is what I seize,
Look, i'm down to my knees,
Begging to exceed.

Is my shadow talking to me?
He brings a monster so scary.
It attack and demanded,
My comfort and joy, I handed,
It smiled and stop, he finally fade.
Why such sacrifice must be made?
The monster left me in peace,
Giving me life that I please.

How beautiful can it be?
So this is what they call reality.
A journey that you must see,
Where you practice vulnerability.
Embracing your tranquility,
The true path of serenity.

Pessoa sat on a bench
ready for the rain's stench
hands in his pocket
an empty, empty wallet

time is shredding senses
the mysterious coat avenges
last from a group of friends
wounded and the fog doesn't mend

Pessoa sat on a bench
taking the rain's stench
his jaw to the clench
busy streets cobble French

black hat with a tight ridge
where all curious minds hid
door slams, droplets dance
it's a trance

Pessoa sat on a bench
defend yourself, defend
passersby still know, no tend
a pity look, a petty spell
want to buy?
would he sell?

smiles wasted wry
tickled waists to the clutched hand-holding lie
not to him, he's to die
shadow pointless, out of time

Pessoa sits, demeanor stands
umbrella steady by left hand
a soaked problem with no name
down the cliff behind him, letters rain

                                                           ­                                ------ravenfeels

The scars of battle,
The Wounds of War,
Fallen warriors bleed
A river to red

But when a man
Is hurt, not by swords
But by consequences
Of love, of life

It's not blood that pours,
But tears of ink
Into the crumbled tapestry
Of a poet's heart