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Macstoire May 2014
Lust like jelly inside
Wibble wobble when we touch
When your hand brushes mine
A lost feeling
One I can't decide
Losing myself
Hysteria
But not so refined
Myself plus more
Contentment when with you
When we're entwined

But for fear of disapointment
Too much too soon
Someone only just knew
Yet feels right
Enough now for me
This the same for you?
Let us brew
Please
Let us wait this jelly
And see what can be grew




March 14th 2014
Macstoire May 2014
Breakfast salt served with honey on
Is a surprising treat to my tastebuds
So I'm looking forward to lunch
When honey hits the spot so perfectly
Who thought meat would take it so well?
So tough choice to make come tea
With what to take this condiment?
It's too versatile
All I know is
Tea will be served sweet

Byron Bay, NSW, Australia. December 2013
Macstoire May 2014
Possessed with a pain like no other
Rationality decays
And i'm dying from the inside
Like acid in my throat
It's a gag that I can't hold
Sickness spread beyond my stomach
Overtakes my veins
It lives me here
So each breath hurts

I'm yearning that you take the pain
Yearning that you come back to me
Come back to me
Else take me down with the plane

February 28th 2014
Macstoire May 2014
Living the dream and living the cliche
On route around the world
Ticking boxes off the bucket list
And collecting souvenirs
A poncho in Peru
Bag in Bolivia
Charm in Chile
Amber skin in Australia
A tatoo in Thailand
And bandaged bruises in Bangkok
Living in the moment
Helped me do it all

In the sky en route home. January 30 2014
Macstoire May 2014
It took a ten point turn with a trailer to get here
But after ringing roses around each other
Around and around the bends of the bush
The reasons why were made so clearly
When we were to make new home
Our shaded shelter to save us scorching
And within walking reach of tide
And so we commence a life sublime
Home upon wheels erects so shortly
And the best help I can give
Is to sit here and enjoy myself
Tough life felt as freedom repeats in my ears
My bush family treating them to their sublime sounds
Though denying my withdrawal we do Ron Ronnie
And so I punish my lungs
But please myself
With beverage we watch the waves curling
And the sun sinking
Reclined on a hot stone seat
Simply living out life's treats
Then suddenly Sara felt the southernly
And so wine tasting moved back home
Where divine racks so generously shared
And we talk allsorts until the stars are shown
Next day spent content in my own aura
Deciding where best to be idol
As there's no effort in anything here
Later hearts are opened upon the rocks
Whilst we fathom full year risen
But with no known destination
A wondering quarry of confusion
But not now to disturb us greatly
For now we are too content to much care

Black Point, WA, Australia. January 2014
Macstoire Mar 2014
I broke my promise
Not to love again
So now I've lost my logic
Taken when you trampled me
Blinded by pain I can't see sense
The ache takes my breath away
And I'm not so sure I need it
For my minds too messed up
I'm broken because I'm still believing
Knowing your lips are lying
With no shield to your eyes
They say it all to me
Yet not enough from there
Pushed away but no further from you
Waiting with hope to switch off
Then wishing not to love again
For this I'm too fragile
28th Decemeber 2013
Macstoire Mar 2014
Betty
Gives me cake
Of the homemade kind.
And
Sometimes
We make the cake
It all depends
On how she shakes.
Sometime’s
It’s so bad she can not move
She can not talk. Only cry
It’s painful, distressing, morbid and weary
It makes her wish to die
And then
Other times
We bake
We clean
She is back to
Her role as wife.
You wouldn’t know
That
She hates life
For the first person I ever cared for. Betty, 70 years old suffering with Parkinsons disease. 18th June 2009
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