Autumn morning
Cant open those eyes
The crying sky strikes again
Almost icy blast.
The cobwebs are sticking the eyes of the world together ,on this bitter day
Soon a bed eviction will occur,
Into Monday's dereliction.
Soon will be rebuilt when the shower inside disturbs the near sleeping mind.
It's sure to be another good morning.
(C) Livvi

Watch those blue shoes, being carried on the tide,
They're rolling from the water's edge,
propelled by sunlight,
lost in pain.
Once stepped over stones,
with you,
once weighed down.

See the lose broken twigs,
cruising with the tide beside them.
The shoes remember you intrinsically,
For all eternity,
Never will you be forgot,
Floating shoes,
have been released,
nearly free.
They're missing your lost kisses,
Riding ever onward,
Flowing toward home.
Being soothed and washed,
Cleansed and washed away.

They're dancing as seahorses do,
as they roam,
towards relief,
being bathed in marinated foam.
(C) Livvi

oh you are rather stupid sometimes
(you know that) but that
doesn't stop you being
amazing.

i could write poetry on the subject
( i am writing poetry on the subject)
you draw perfection in the
wrong shape,
sing it in the
wrong key-
but
it is still
perfect.

My father shouting at me
loud enough to wake my dead grandfather, the
red air is frightening     I try not to tremble,
it makes him worse,
he hits me with a strap -  but his anger soon passes

Tonight the moon seems old,
if it cries it can cry for me because
my sadness is deeper than tears and
the old man I will one day be    will remember this.

--

My mother,  happy in her freedom    swims naked in the bathroom
Swims an olympic record from the tap end
to the end where we keep the shampoo.

Beneath the waves she can't hear the
crashing and shouting from the next room.
The bathroom light is  turned out,
the moon fills the bath with its soft-milk.

--

Sad is my sister crying tears like wet feathers.
Crying for a pain she wants to, but can't feel. Her tears
are starved birds that never learn to fly.

--

My sister cries the guilt of an expert,
My mother tends herself with soft lotions,
My father, a helpless bystander to his own rage,
wears spectacles passed down by his father.

--

Tonight the moon is my quilt
Heart-beats are held and all is muffled
The rage is the sea
My skin milks the light now.




MChallis © 2014
www.martinchallis.com

love should last forever not for just a day
it should last a lifetime never go away
if your love is true it will never part
stay with you eternally locked inside your heart

its a special gift to last  your whole life through
given from above handed down to you
something you hold on to dont let it slip away
love should last forever not only for a day.

A smile etched upon my face
Light in my heart
Calm after a storm

It was worth it

© maria.who

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True happiness;
It comes from pancakes on a Sunday morning,
Holding hands while we walk.
It emerges over coffee in the mornings,
Creeps in with movies late into the night.
It is walks in the woods on an October afternoon,
Comes from long talks before bed.
It is love when you are unlovable,
Feeling rich when you are poor.
It is friendship that never wavers,
It is simpler to find than you believe.