I often think about you,
it's always in my dreams,
where I picture you ******* me
and pulling at my seems.

and I gaze at your mouth,
and pull my fingers through your short hair,
and tickle below your chin,
all the while dreaming about one day being your spouse.

we could fit together perfectly,
just as if two puzzle pieces,
or perhaps like Cinderella in her shoe,
or a bunch of closely packed cutlery.

you can be my husband,
an eternal commitment we should have,
the dying stars can witness our every move,
and we can share otherwise single baths.

a pair we shall be,
no need for complication,
together's all we need,
a love story too perfect to just imagine,
if only you were with me now.

the words I have,
express more than a thousand poems could,
but I can't string them together,
and you know I would.

the love I have,
is seldom felt,
but I'm so careful with yours,
clutching each passion,
you've adoringly dealt.

the peace I have,
I want to spread,
and you're the start,
my world is a patch work,
and you're every thread.

the freedom I have,
as I drift and I find,
but to you, from now until forever.
I will always bind.

at last!
I know who I am,
I'm honest, I'm loyal.
old music is my preference,
I'm a romantic and can't hold in my admiration
for what I believe to be good,
I read a lot,
I like action and horror,
silver jewelry only,
I love your naked body as much as your naked soul,
for you can have me now,
because I am now complete,
I've found the love for me
that has always been within.

You've scooped me up,
in your caring hands,
touched me with a love,
no fool could withstand.

Held me close,
and held me tight,
you sweetheart,
are my love at first sight.

Share this longing,
in our bones,
in you my love,
I have found a home.

I crave you more,
than the sunshine marmalade,
want you more than,
the childhood games,
of which I've played,
lust for you more,
than tide between toes,
need you more,
than the maple tree can grow,
wishing for you,
with no end,
every lucky penny,
I will spend,
watch from my window,
the clouds float along,
I want, lust need you,
for both of us, we belong.

I'm using this experience,
to become someone better,
a person who devotes more time to themselves,
and their own self pleasure,
I'm going to stop being 'me'
and start as someone else,
I'm going to tackle all my problems
and not leave them to cascade.

I will be the stronger person,
confidence will envelope me,
and I will rid self hate,
I will wear kaleidoscope colours,
and plait my wild hair,
I will light incense and candles,
and not give a ****,
I will get good grades,
and work as hard as I can,

I am over all of this,
although tears have been shed,
I am good enough,
and I won't just hide away in bed.

Spending five days
And four nights
With the love of my life
Is not enough
When I want to spend eternity
In his arms

You told me you didn't like make up so I wore minimal,
you said you loved laid back clothing,
so my style was changed,
you told me that you preferred curled hair,
so I refused to straighten,
you said you wanted someone who was open and honest,
so that I became,
none of the changes seemed to matter,
because it wasn't really me that you wanted,
and in the process you were being pulled out,
and I was sinking deeper in.

This is not a poem,
I'll clarify before you ask.

This is merely just my thoughts,
written with the enter key between.

Love is timeless,
it never exceeds,
nor does it decline,
it's just there,
it wraps you and holds you dear,
when everything else abandons,
but what if love leaves you?
And suddenly you're as if a ship wreck dragged onto a pebbled shore.

I don't know what I am anymore,
all i do is lay on the floor,
thinking of you,
and all of the things I need to do.

I slowly slip to the next room,
and slide away down the flume,
and continuously ponder,
why I've gone yonder.

Here comes November rain,
He lingers on the window pane.

Locked outside without a key,
Please keep him away from me.

I've changed the lock,
His face reflects in the clock.

It chimes but he still remains outside,
His persistence won't make me abide.

November rain,
Knocking on the door frame.

Desperate to get in,
I can't withstand him.

the rain is controlled,
with a whip,
it's being cast up,
spun,
twirled then hit.

it's thrown against glass,
dew drops in my hair,
the soft touch on my skin,
I stroke them off, upmost care.

joins with the sea,
a seamless stream,
silver and frothing,
home to the bream.

plenty of fish,
and I've got my catch,
needed no bate,
my heart on a latch.

I'll love you forever,
in this whirl,
we're the drops that chase,
on car windows we swirl.

you're keeping warm,
passed this hurricane,
August, October, September, November,
catching my rain.

you're a mooner,
a spooner,
a star in the sky,
my twilight,
delight,
the comfort in the dark,
a spark,
when we lay stark,
flesh and skin,
my darling your beauty,
radiates from within.

it's as if a ghost,
wondering, no way to go.

hovering the same as incense,
it's own luminous light as a guide.

no eyes to see,
just trust and hope.

you can look right through,
not even slightly opaque.

This freedom it has,
drifting through large expanse.

emotions are as if a current,
far out to shore,
sometimes they can't be seen,
by the eye alone,
or the best telescope on earth,
but sadness is lurking,
in the reefs of the ocean,
and suddenly,
the moon sweeps them in,
from safety to drenched in no time at all,
bone dry to stood shaking,
moments it can take to change,
from content,
to lost.

Oh honey, you're so juvenile,
But even with your childish ways,
You cannot bare a smile.

Oh honey, you made me weep,
But now not a drop of remorse
do I seap.

Oh sweetheart, you play your game,
But what from this
do you gain?

You made me chuckle, you made me cry,
But now all I do is wonder why?

now your absence makes me dance,
because oh, honey ***,
I am no longer in your trance.

If you were a mountain,
I'd clamber to your rocky peak,
giddy in the air up there,
No piece of your heath
I'd wish to tweak.

If you were a preacher
I'd listen intent,
Each noun so prounounced,
Hands pressed together,
on the floor, bent.

If you are the sunshine,
I'll dismiss all the shade,
In search, as if to find,
I'd stare into you,
Willing to go blind.

If you were a house,
I would live in you,
lavish each little nook,
Turn all the lights to full,
Illuminated, like a child's story book.

don't suppose for a moment,
That you're not the seven seas,
paddle through you in my row boat,
Touching, glide with ease.

I found you, I've found you,
my golden man,
you and me,
let's conquer the land.

sunshine fella,
mine forever,
you and me,
let's ride together.

Thorns tighten round the neck,
Wicked words cloud her head.

The sharp little teeth of the
Bramble crown
Inject her perfect scruff

Her feet grow numb, one shoe off
The other still on.

Her eyes remain open,
Reaching for the door.

For when one closes,
Another opens up

But this
Stayed jammed, tight shut.

She longed for this hanging,
To be the way out.

To escape the clasping hands
Of hoofed devil.

But as her blood pooled
And failed to clot.

She released, life was
Everything she thought it not.

lets share the Moon,
Time it just right,
Both look up in unison,
To bask in his light,

Oh man up there,
Tell mine I love him,
And tell him to say it back,

For Moon you connect us,
And tie our days
In a knot.

oh Moon, I'm jealous.
You get to look upon him each day,
Please send a message,

Write it in your dust,
Where I know he'll read,
Moon, moon please may you say,

"She loves you she loves you,
More than I glow,
Like I and the stars, she will never go,
Always there, up in the sky,
She's here,
For every second that passes by"

And each night,
We will both look up in the night,
And the comfort of him knowing,
Will cradle me tight.

A shard in the eye,
Dagger in my palm,
Looking away from you is like losing an arm,

Knife through the skull,
Bullet in the brain,
A lifetime without you would drive me insane.

***** in the temple,
Pin in my toe,
To survive without you, I just don't know.

You pulled up the roots,
From in the ground,
Stirred the soil
Pruney palms browned.

Shredded the leaves,
Of the maple and pungent fern,
From my patience,
I wish you'd learn.

The patterns I follow,
Hands stretch for the crescent up there,
slowly steadily
creep with flair.

Rip off my shield,
With your blunted knife
Etch your heart
To your partner for life.

I can step in someone else's shoes
And walk ten thousand miles.

But when I'm back inside of mine,
I can hardly crack a smile.

I have so much depth to me,
I’m sorry if I made you drown

To all feminists I solemnly swear,
I will do what I want
With my own hair.

To all women and all men,
I won't abide by
Each of them.

To everyone of the human race,
Pinky promise I will not stand
A blow to the face.

I swear to all
I will not find any flaws
At all.

I promise suffragettes,
I will not have a life
Of nervous sweats.

I won't let a member of opposite ***,
Take my body,
And move onto the next.

I promise myself, I'll take what I give,
Surviving on extravagant or
Desperate ways to live.

I'll be strong, like the woman
I am meant to be,
I won't let words of others
define what is me.

The rain beating down,
as puddles are skipped through.

no longer will there be frown,
but smile lifting each cheek.

as the rain bounces,
making damp feet.

the beads it creates on soft skin,
dampening it's touch.

shivering through your spine,
as you run.

spinning under storm clouds,
no shelter from nature's outburst.

it showers you so delicately,
each splash a relief.

Honey, like the nectar of the bees,
Sweet, fulfilling,
Embodiment of ease.

Honey, like the golden ***,
Gentle yet billing,
As if I've won the lot.

Honey, as if the milky skin tone,
Unique and touching,
Now no fear of being lone.

Sticky sickening saliva,
Of the comb,
You've injected me,
Toxicity in your home.

The breaths in my throat,
Are stuck like waves lapping at
The sides of a boat,
Willing to be pushed out to shore,

My heart has been stopping,
Then racing,
Like ores on the surface,
Determined to win a race.

My mind,
Has been the *******,
That tangles and kills sea life
And poisons swimmers.

I have become lost,
In theses vast seas,
Just thinking of the amount,
I haven’t explored,
Gives me
So much
A N X I E T Y

I'm not pretty,
but oh ****,
when I'm with you,
you make me feel it.

someday you will find the person to call you princess
see it radiate through the blush of your cheeks
your hushed laughter muffled by your hand
the way your hair disobeys your constant tucks and twists
behind your delicate ears
the gravel in your voice that never shifts
the way clothes drape on your curves; never cling.

Princess will be your name,
the way your match describes your smirks
and the way you twirl the jewelry around your joints
how you write your names together
and the doodles you do in the margin
the way you play with broken nails
and stroke your forehead when you're going to weep,
your lover will look longingly at you
and your perfect regal ways
will leave him thinking
my,
oh my,
oh my.

Veins like rivers wielding through,
they lead to my heart,
which beats solely for you.

it's weird how we used to talk all of the time,
but now there are large gaps and you no longer feel mine.

was I too much?
are you afraid to attach?
or did you just stop suffering from lust?

I want to spend my day only with you,
to do the things that lovers do.

balanced, unequal, all the same to me,
Each of them forms
Of reciprocity.

I give, you take,
I deal, you shake.

Stolen my heart,
Taken my brain,
I believe I've gone completely insane.

Kiss me on the cheek,
When I go for the lips.
The both of us,
Aren't invested in this.

Do you ever look in the mirror and hope to see what you're not,
for all of your worries and frown lines to have been banished from your face,
the hurt from your sunken eyes to have gone whilst you slept,
the knots in your hair to have unraveled themselves,
for your knuckles to no longer ache,
and for you to have more strength,
for your shoulders to become less tense,
your body to be light,
to drift amoungst others,
who envy your ease in this world.

Tangle our legs,
Like my woven hair.
Entwine our bodies
Whilst we lay bare.

Look at my eyes,
And see the skies.
Grip your tender skin,
Like a hook digging in.

I'm not needy,
I'm just being smart,
to break you,
Before you do to my poor
little heart.

Music holds invisible thread,
Connects us, toe to head.

Your favourite lyric,
Is also theirs,

A voice angelic,
Gives you goose-bumped hairs.

Solo, acoustic, alternative,
Quick guitar pluck,

The pitches envelope
Like warm bed sheets of comfortable tuck

It's sad when you can tell,
that a person is holding back tears
and longing for them not to show.

It's so hard not to notice a person in trouble,
even though they often fight so hard.

The purple below sunken eyes,
showing the dreams that had been pulled from their grasp.

cold trembling hands,
resembling how they once held on too tight.

deteriorating bodies,
yet buzzing thoughts,
somehow keeping them alive.

skin a soft grey,
hair a tousled mess showing how much they have become untamed.

unsatisfied people,
who hold on despite there not being much

I could be more loyal than your favourite pair of shoes,
more loving than a new born pet,
I can be your blanket to tangle,
if you want I can be your water,
your shield and your sword,
more comforting than your pillow,
more trusting than yourself,
your sun and your moon,
whilst you are my stars,
your city and the pavements,
that you find when you're at a loss,
I want to be your north and south,
east, west.
A torch in the dark.
I want to be the feeling you have when putting on a loose top,
the relief to find me,
to be there for you so you're no longer lost,
you're right when you're left,
you can be my love,
my brave man,
and I shall be your guiding hand.

distance can break you
and make you fear
but your lover will always be there
I swear my dear

distance can harm you in every way
but trust is key
or else your love
tends to flee

so hold them tight even though miles lay thick
scrimp change and notes
and get your ticket
and in your arms you will be

so stay strong my darling
together we shall be
i'm sorry for worrying
and being too attached
but my greatest fear is losing you
and never getting you back

I never want to stop talking to you,
but I suppose that's the only way,
for us to become better people,
we will have to separate.

You know so much about me,
all my hopes and wistful dreams,
the truth is I must release,
before you grow tired of me.

I lust for you so much,
And I know that I always have,
the times I've slept thinking of you,
are some of the most wonderful ones I've had.

I said I'd never write sad poetry,
or at least not about you,
but I have only just noticed,
how hard this is for me to do.

So goodbye my darling,
I assure that you're the love of my life,
but times have changed,
and with that I've grown certain that you no longer want me as your wife.

It must feel so wonderful for your lover to forever dedicate their life to you,
for their hands you've known for so long to wear a ring that binds you both,
the happiness that exudes from their smile when they make you theirs for eternity,
to belong to the person who makes you swoon at the very sight,
the person who's voice you can distinguish in the largest of crowds,
the body that fits so rightfully with yours,
for you lover to own your heart and want to keep you
as long as you both live in harmony must be the most valuable, sensual feeling to ever engulf one's body.

Sometimes I like the feeling of insignificance,
the bliss that comes from innocence.

The solitary in naivety,
the absence of prosperity.

long polysyllable words,
that describe emotions other people I know have never heard.

Tongue gently flicking the roof of your mouth,
as each of them is pronounced.

every line,
each groove and edge,
fall and sweep to create you,
that arch of your back,
and apple in your throat,
curves that fall at the base of your back,
chiseled edges of thighs,
delicate ankles,
and veins that throb,
carefully created cheeks,
and the bumps of collar bones,
plumpness of lips,
and nobble on knees,
making you perfect for me.

Maybe these blues will never get shook,
maybe this darkness will loom
wherever I look.

Maybe it'll shroud my every step,
maybe it will always be in my core,
my every depth.

But maybe I'll keep up straight,
maybe this time I won't drown.

or
maybe,
it will
push
me
down.

this feeling bubbles up,
from the cauldron below,
the hot smoke pushes through,
my organs that were once snow.

salivary glands seep,
and mouth becomes too big,
as this gripping pain,
dig, dig, digs.

the spew of my tangled thoughts,
this my coping mechanism,
exposes all the evil,
as if my own exorcism.

peace, peace,
hummed the moon,
as she looked down upon you,

quiet, quiet,
hummed the stars,
as the dying ones whipped,
from up far.

hush now, hush now,
cried the planets,
who start to fragment.

easy, ease,
told to me,
by the lonely maple trees.

sleep now,
says mother, father,
child of the earth.

rest your head, hold your heart high,
said everything
beyond the sky.

Snags in her tights,
Chipped black on her claws,
She stands against walls,
Vulnerable to the brawls.

A skirt grazing her thighs,
Too small for her liking,
She pulls at the seems,
And feeds the old men lies.

Lips that bleed,
Mascara stained cheek,
Frame too slim,
She's in the gutter, sensual and meek.

Lady of the night,
Rolls to your car,
beckons you with her finger,
hopes you won't linger.

A ten note slips,
Into her grip.
She squeezes.
It will feed her addiction.

She has money to pay,
Children to feed,
She digs her knuckles so much they bleed.

Life carries by,
As she tries to get high,
On the fumes of other men.

But the red light comes on,
Her skirt hitches up,
She cries as he whispers
good girl.

As he kisses her neck,
She thinks what the heck
Am I doing with my **** awful life,
Selling cheap love,
To father above,
In hope she gets a better price
than the tiny sum
From every business bloke that comes, beckons her into his arms.

She pulls at her pleather,
At her last tether,
Why am I in this life?

Soho's her home,
But it leaves her numb to the bone.

She has more than budget passion,
She craves style,
She fashion.

But instead the needle pierces,
And she sinks down,
Hating the body she's in,
Women walk and they frown,
But they don't understand how the girl feels deep down,
She just wants true love.

Oh heaven above?
If there is a Holy Spirit,
Let me be it,
For this withered young *******,
Belongs in your constitute,
Please, she begs, save me from the charity brutes.

I've counted my stars,
and they all wish me luck,
I place them in my waistband,
neatly I tuck.

I've counted my stars,
they say they love you too,
they wink at me,
just as you do.

I've counted my stars,
and there are an infinite amount,
they fall in my pocket,
and I carry them around,

because they make me fly high,
like you do,
but they're here when you're not about.

my hair a halo,
veins rivers wielding through,
my face a solar system,
skin like milk,
knees are the dunes,
eyes hold the ocean,
mouth contains the storm,
tongue hailing down,
purple under eye bags, same as winter clouds,
this is my body,
sometimes I wonder how