... he's made himself at home.
he's been a real ******
keeping me alone.

an alien moved in...
... he's eating all my food.
he's calling me all kinds of names
and being really RUDE.

an alien.moved in...
... he wants to remain.
he wants to tease and torment
take over my brain.

take over my brain
take over my heart
take over my body...
... and that is just a start.

he wants me to listen
to every thing he's said
he wants me to **** myself...
... yep... he wants me DEAD.

I'll pretend that i don't hear him
be the gracious host i am
then when he's not looking
I'll kick him in the can!

he'll be evicted!
I'll read my Word and PRAY
He is not EVER welcome here
I'm doing it... TODAY.

I am getting him out of here
This is not just talk
I'm getting ready now...

... THIS SUCKER'S GONNA WALK!!!

♥ Catherine

once again the light of love has ssmoothed over your indisgressions

barbed arrows and blunt fist blows full of words.

I turned my back to ice.

i fractured.

I turned into scalding water

I seeped into the ground

luke warm is all I am able.

I dont know whether to turn into vapour

or collect myself at your feet.

my love is still a fragile phoenix.

its your move.

I hear the silence
ringing my ear.
It's eerily piercing
no one can hear.

Blocking the sound,
getting much closer.
Dripping in sweat,
terror no venture.

Shackled with chains,
bound to cold steel.
Can't break away,
madness come feel.

Padded inside,
ceiling all white,
Ninety four tiles,
count every night.

Shadows walk by,
steps by the dozen.
Sitting in darkness,
silence and frozen.

The lights go on.
the lights go off.
Sanity is gone.
NOW GO *******!!

My monsters crushed me
with their unsuspecting weight
hidden deep within the sadness
of my ever changing eyes
I wouldn’t expect most to understand
this constant, pressing heat
that has the power to take away
the beauty of a morning sunrise
But to be alone was what i knew
with secrets i was dying to say
with my burning heart desperate
for you to knee **** me back
to clear skies and brighter mornings
where i'll sing softly to myself
not wanting to speak my thoughts
to another soul, but you.
This perception might be distorted
by feelings and ‘the word’
that has not yet crossed our lips
as if its some sacred creed.
But i am a desperate writer
as many of us are, just
trying to convey thoughts
of a particularly long night,
where all i really want,
is to be next to you.

Why do we feign such rapturous delight,
in pretence to others that all is alright,
what if the soul is quietly suppressed,
cloaked in darkness, hidden and repressed,

Are we ashamed to drape the veil,
to retreat into darkness and embrace the pale,
truth can be found from deep in a frown,
so why wear the clothes and tears of a clown.

© H V Swan