Upon the stale wind, her body flails again
I came walking through the field
to learn about compassion
She was blonde and the last heart in town
The moon bathed her from within
What a loveless dream from that tree
touching God's skin.

Her feet above my head, painted in mud and above the sugarcane
And if I didn't love her so, I'd be able to walk from this pain
But I recall her warm breath the last time we kissed
The air tasted of a broken soul that I failed to fix

Blood under her nails, scratching freedom too slow
If she was yelling for my name, then I'd rather not know
It might as well been me who hung her above the stars
I did not give her enough of me and it will haunt me for years

a plane it has gone missing causing such a fright
no where to be found completely out of sight
theres no sign of wreckage on the land or see
no clues  where it is just a mystery.
passengers on board no where to be found
navy and the air force searching all around
relatives in panic  loved ones they are gone
no one will give up the search still carries on
we will have to wait only time will tell
and hope they find the plane and the passengers safe and well

We are both poets;
I write between lines,
You, between lips.

The little girl pulled on the thread

Wanting to see what would happen

Wanting to find what was behind

the neat little crochet patterns



It looked wonderful in her head

Another world all together

String in between her fingertips

And a soul as light as a feather



The little girl pulled on the thread

Excitedly anticipated

What new and spectacular shows,

Mystery and strange magic awaited



The wildflowers dance in the wild,' they'd said

Take in the places you've never been

Take in the stories with all your senses

And beautiful characters that you can't imagine



The little girl pulled on the thread

Every tug revealed another picture

Each break made the world unravel

The black and white turned into a mixture

Of grey



It looked wonderful in her head

Until it just became a mess

of dishonesty and selfishness



She was left lost in the different shades

In confusion and wistlessness

With dirt in her eyes and her pretty dress



The little girl pulled on the thread

The world in chaos, looked almost half dead

But the wildflowers danced in the wild, like they'd said

Out of brokenness comes beauty, she once read


It looked wonderful in her head

A chic little lady
Dressed in grey, with your head held high
For you, every boy in the room would die
What a dazzling sight you are, in the spotlight

But the darkness of night takes over the light
You are left at home
Alone again
Tonight...

This is my idea of freedom:
That in this moment, I am me
I can just be

By a field, surrounded by trees
With the golden beams of sunlight shining through
Each leaf, a different shade of green
Dancing gleefully to the beat of the wind

By the pavement where weeds and wildflowers grow
Creeping through the concrete, dressing the ground
With a million speckles of yellow and white
In their simple grace and little heights

By the feathery cat tails and clovers
Listening to the gentle breeze, the crunch of leaves
With the cool scent of the air and warmth of the sun
A moment of impact, like the sound of a gun

That in this moment I recognise
With absolute clarity I realise
That in this moment, I am me
I can just be