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 Jul 2013 Lexi Cairns
Céleste
I  believe in chances.
Ones that we wake up to every morning.
Sometimes we let them get away,
Most  times we push them away.

I believe in fear.
Fear is an inspiration.
Sometimes we allow it to inspire us to be brave,
Most times fear inspires us to hide.

I believe in dreams.
Dreams are born out of fear.
We call them dreams because we are fearful,
Fearful of chances staring us in the face.
We run.
We hide.

The chances are there.
Ignore your fears.
Turn your dreams into reality.
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
The silence in the sun spread a smile  
Fields of green,gold and red lay before me
Birds in flight still new to the breeze
Swayed and sang to my rested heart

This is my England
The place my breath was born
A world within a universe
A place I call my home

Chatter from my fellow man
As liquid filled our souls
This garden lay before us
The pub our other throne

This is my England
The land I take my steps
A love for living life here  
A place I call my home

My thought a week is over
A drink like Friday's do
The rest from all this madness
Relax with friendly hue  
  
This is my England
The land that we do best
A life for living be here
Home sweet home
I bless
 Jul 2013 Lexi Cairns
MD
Someone please save me
The car was going so fast
I kissed the bumper
 Jul 2013 Lexi Cairns
1487
I entrusted my life to the boy who thinks he's invincible.
Nothing can hurt him,

Not even me.
 Jul 2013 Lexi Cairns
Beaux
My father has freckles in his eyes.
I dream my children have the same.
Extra sparks of life.
Unique little detail.
Constellation atop the iris.
Who put those there anyway, father?
These wasted days
Remind me of what
I'll never be
 Jul 2013 Lexi Cairns
AR
His eyes wild flowers dancing lazily across my body frozen in time
We both dared not speak for breaking quiet thoughts seemed to much a crime

When words finally fell from his perfectly misshapen lips
He told me he loved me and traced my skin with his fingertips

Love drunk I sighed and reached for his face
Forgetting anything else only focusing on this place

This place we only knew as our lovers secret hide out
Scattered with memories and hope there was no room for any doubt

If I had seen or predicted what was in sight
Maybe I would of held onto him tight that night

He left in the dark with those wild flower eyes
No letter no call slowly time always flies

His wild flower eyes that danced in the light seem now like a dried up haze
I sit here once again with my quiet thoughts looking out and just gaze.
I specifically didn't want this poem to flow. I intended it to be harder to read and awkward. That's why I titled it quiet thoughts, as its a rambling of thoughts!
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