I always try too hard to make everything I do look effortless, I am my own puppeteer, too scared to cut the strings incase I crumble to the floor heaped and pathetic.

I am this monster
This monster of rhyme
I hide in the shadows touched by no-one but time
From the deep we have risen and still we do climb
Myself and my conscious this monster of mine

I trapped on the stairs full of turns

A few days so high up in the sky
A few days down in misery

Sometimes led to sanity
Sometimes led to gray

Railings full of thorns         s  
Down the rungs to   o n  u    i o
                                  c       f           n
Half-raised arm                                
Touching opacity

Tail dress
Bare feet
Hidden blushes
Saved hope
Ballerina hands

Lost in the middle of your stairs
You pushed me down?
Mess catch me
Why?

I'll always be the morning dew for you
You insist on showing
You forget the thread that joined
You changed the pretty
Why like this?

You are well on which step you are?
In which can I find you?

It's not down to sadness
(You changed the meaning
The essence disappeared)

Existence is like many steps
                                       I thought I came to the top with you
                                                             ­                                  But it was an oasis

For your young you: Generator of ascending stairs in our dimension.

- Codelandandmore //20:30 PM ©

Poetic grace angelic flow
Nurturing arms forever grow
Beauty so stunning an aura so unknowingly cunning
Divided by deep eternal love and untamed frustration
Her passion extreme and strong
Her eyes fierce and feral
Her heart pours an everlasting hope that the next day will be better than the last
Make no mistake, once under her spell there's no undoing
You wouldn't leave if you could
The hold isn't by shackles or ties
But by the purist air you could ever breathe
The crystal waterfall that caressed your lips
Wild lush meadows of floral bloom
Darkness of the sky and warmth of the moon