You and Ingrid
bummed a ride
on the back
of the coal truck

the spring holiday underway
Ok
said the coal truck driver
but keep

your heads down
don't want to get
pulled over
by the rozzers

and so you both
climbed in the back
of the truck
settling down

between sacks of coal
covered over
by tarpaulin
with just a slit

for light and air
and you and she
just sitting there
she clothed

in an old green dress
and  cardigan of grey
brown scuffed shoes
and grey socks

you in jeans
and blue shirt
open necked
and sleeveless

patterned jumper
never been
in the back
of a coal truck before

Ingrid said
mustn't get too *****
in case Dad finds out
and leathers me one

you watched
as she sat there
in the semi-dark
gazing out

through the slit
at the thin
aspect of sky
hands on her knees

biting her lip
been once before
with Jimmy
but then it rained

and we got drenched
you said
what did your parents say?
Ingrid asked

nothing much
you replied
Mum moaned a bit
but the old man said nothing

just stared
as he blew smoke
from his cigarette
through his nose

God my dad'd go mad
if I had done that
she said
pulling her knees

together hands
holding on the top
I'd not be able
to sit for a week  

he'd beat me such
she added
moving
with the movement

of the truck
you said nothing
knowing her old man
seeing him often

walking through the Square
swaying with the *****
or seeing her mother
bruised and battered

crossing to the shops
enduring neighbours' whispers
for a while she was silent
looking through the slit

as the sky drifted by
as the truck moved
you swayed
side to side

her shoulder
against yours
her arm touching yours
the smell of wet washing

and of yesterday's dinner
captured on her clothes
seeping in your nose
now and then

she spoke
of this and that
of kids at school
of names called

of hair pulled
and how she liked it
when she saw you
enter school

and your kind words
and helpful ways
and when the driver
pulled off the tarpaulin
to get out sacks of coal
daylight blew out
your eyes
and made you smile

and cheered your hearts
you shared the sandwiches
you'd brought
and bottle of lemonade

factory made
sitting on the truck floor
she nibbling a sandwich
and drinking shyly

from the lemonade bottle
after you'd wiped
the top with the palm
of your hand

her eyes on you
her lips open for words
her knees pressing together
to keep the balance

as the truck
moved on and away
just you and she
on a bright spring day.

Careful,cautious,
tip-toe and
dance
around the topic.
Slight of hand,
Subtle motions.
Fuzzy words
with clear motives.

The mind is hidden,
Where shadows remain.
Blood is spilled,
Leaving a dark stain.

For the heart,
It can sometimes die.
And tears will fall,
That will never dry.

I am ******,
With both future and past.
To be never forgiven,
For the things I have cast.

I'm an addict
Hours turns to days
Days turns to month
Need to get away
Need to escape from this
Face with book of reality;
      
Write Status
Write on Wall
What's everyone upto
What's on your mind
Post a picture
Hit like
Write a comment
Add a friend
Ignore and confirm
Poke them, Poke back
Create a group, a page, a event;

Time passed by
time wasting
All time spent of facebook

Single Chat,Group chat
Truth or Dare
left conversation, i'm sorry
added to conversation
never played the game together;

Avoiding Social Network
keeping what's private; private
realizing importance of me          
I'm an addict of Facebook

I'm here
two weeks without FB
and i'm still breathing;

Let’s suspend a butterfly as we would
a person,
clasp his hands and legs to a rack
as we would an angel.

Stay still for a moment,
our grass it grows.

His butterfly eyes, those owl-less eyes
hover and dart in suspension,
but not enough to spot a hooooo...
or a hawk.

Moments are moments still
in a time lapse.

That bed was made for us both.
That brown-angeled stretch,
stretches for us.
No: we as butterflies hawk the day
and below come forth our prey.

Pressure. To perform, succeed.
Laughter. At her, me.
Eager. To leave, start again.
Assaulted. By one, him.
Scared. Of the future, lack of.
Entranced. By promises, dreams.

Sour. The taste, still there.
Tangled. In a web, love.
Obvious. Her feelings, his.
Protective. Over her, over him.

walk with me
that's all i ask.

walk with me as the sand cushions our feet,
and we waver between the shallow water and the warm dry sand

walk with me,
and when you see something greater in the distance,
ill let you go

ill walk alone

just know that if you ever decide to come back

ill be here,
because you walked with me even when the beach ran out

I dreamed that I visited an old loved flame.
I couldn't for the life of me remember his name.
He had a turbo shell, I still don't understand that bit.
I curled up there hoping and wishing that our pieces fit.
What a disaster, you screamed at me through an open window,
Nobody can ever go home again, you said, I know.
I guess this means I miss you.

Emptiness
Beginning and ending
Emptiness
To come and to leave
to heal your troubled soul
What have you kept inside you?
Beside your emptiness?

Emptiness
a body without a soul
a heart without a home
a life without a passion
a love without a tender care

Emptiness
without his love I am broken
without his care I am numb
without his touch I am dead
without his blessing I break, fall and fail

emptiness
return to originality
return to purity
return to the greatness of god's almighty
return to faith ... my losing faith

Empty heart, wounded soul
Cry out loud to you..
a weakened soul healer
God almighty....