I love
How you think
Im sweet
And succulent,
So I beg
You
Not to peel
Back the layers
For I fear
You'll see
I'm rotten
To the core

A self-proclaimed
Paradigm of virtue,
Her body
Aches to sin

The pebbles line the shore
Like a congregation
Of ocean worshippers.
An array of colour and size,
Their diversity a testament
To the beauty of the rocks.
And though they are dwarfed
By neptune's tabernacle,
Their beauty is merely enhanced

Pen and paper come together
in a bewitching marriage,
dancing across the ages.
Waltz with thoughts
born of love and romance.
Tango together
wrapped around each other
with fiery passion.
Two contemporary dances melded together
to form a new genre.
A marriage of hopes and dreams

Don't look down
At us
From your lofty
Palace in the sky.
We are the pillars
That hold you high

You've never met me
But you know my soul.
You read my emotion
And offer support.
You feel my heart
And do not judge.

Poets should run the world

If i could sing
I'd sing a thousand arias
That would melt your heart.
If i could paint
I'd paint a thousand pictures
That would set me apart.
If i could dance
I'd dance a thousand routines
That would grab your attention.
If i could do comedy
I'd tell a thousand jokes
To ease the tension.
But that's not me
It wouldn't be true.
Don't try to change me,
I wouldn't change you.
You know my heart
You know my soul
You know exactly
What makes me whole
So pass me some paper
Give me a pen
Give me support, some peace
And then
Lock the door,
Switch off the phone
And watch as i
Come into my own

The mundanity of
Everyday life
Is eclipsed by
The beauty
We see in the
Most mundane of things

I sink into
your shallow waters
and still
find that I
struggle to swim

Much like a puppet on a string,
I let you tell me what to do.
How I moved, what I said,
were all controlled by you.

You painted a smile upon my face
so all who looked who would see
that we lived our lives together,
in perfect harmony.

But wood is not my favourit look
and so I cut the strings.
I wanted to walk all by myself
and longed to spread my wings.

And now the smile's not painted on,
but genuine, warm and true.
I stand up tall on my own two feet
and none of it's down to you

I wasn't broken
So why did you try to
Fix me?
I wasn't hungry
But you kept feeding me
Lies.
I wasn't paranoid
Until you gave me
Reason to be.
Why were you never
Satisfied
With me?
I thought you were
An angel
Sent from heaven,
But it appears
You came
From the opposite
Direction

She stands on
Mountain tops
And screams until her lungs
Beg for mercy.

But her shouts
Are torn to pieces
By careless winds.
And what reaches their ears
Is but a whisper.

She begs, as if from behind
A plate of glass,
But they see a smile
And hear a laugh
For that is what they want.

Will no-one see
Beyond this facade?

I will not let the shadows
Of past mistakes and regrets
Cast a blight upon my life.

Each one of them has contributed to the person I am today,
But none of them define me.

I took the icy
Crystals
From around your
Heart
And made myself a
Necklace
Lest you try to
Stab
Me with them again.

Who's a clever girl.

In poetry I find peace
And a voice that roars

I would take
Your pain
And make it
My own

Where they poured cement
in an attempt to turn the world grey,
the seed finds a crack
from which it bursts forth,
petals unfurling
in glorious revelation,
rushing towards the sun
in exaltation,
breaking borders
and denying monotony,
standing tall,
a velvet fist
raised in victorious salute.

I am but a grain of sand
On an expanse of shore.
Insignificant
Infinitesimal
Inconsequential
Irrelevant

Bu­t if I were to leave
The whole shoreline would change.
Perhaps in no major way
No astounding way
No amazing way

But it would change