How can you feel that
and
     not
         want
                to
                  write?

We grew up together
I pulled your hair, you kicked my shins...repeatedly....with vigour
I taught you to skateboard
You taught me to tip cows....make a rope swing and cheat at kiss chase
I taught you to roll cigarettes
You taught me to shoot whiskey, drop acid and roll joints
I took you to the fairground
You took me to an illegal rave and screamed RUN!!! when the police arrived
Years between us, you older, me younger
Yet here I am, the bad influence
While your **** smells of roses!
I showed you my writing
You gave me directions....here
I will always be grateful for that
I will always be grateful for you.

I wrote a poem about you
that I didn't want to keep
so I wrote it by the ocean
in the sand beneath my feet

I sat there by it silently
listening to the waves
just watching the tide come in
at the end of this pensive day

As the sea gently rolled in
and washed away the words
salty tears began to fall
as the ocean took away the hurt

I will never share with you
the words written in the sand
I'll never kiss those lips I long to
or feel the gentle caress of your hands

I remain seated here alone
the poem just a memory in my mind
a pain still lingers within my heart
a mixture of loss and longing combined

One day I'll retrace the words again
in the glorious golden sand
maybe you'll see them this time
and just maybe you'll understand

Drinking bottles of Guinness
"Only socially, I can't stand the stuff"
Fatality in the finesse
Of 'classiness' and *****.

Smoky rooms and jazzy tunes
A cigar hanging from the lips
Fatality in the finesse
Of small talk and swaying hips.

Winehouse's drawl pours from the speakers
That are modern in their vintage style
Fatality in the finesse
Of hidden grimaces and fake smiles.

Every conversations the same
In it's lack of personality
Fatality in the finesse
Of sociability.

In the heartbeat she gave me,
would i give all to thee
once more.

You...
My spectacular scene in this life.
Feels like am losing my mind, or you are ******* it instead.
Right from the day you said you liked me...
After your pals told me you had observed me from a distance...
Day after Day...
I simply cant get less of you.

I don't know the new charm you have on me, but it is divine.I swore never to let me fall for anyone after Beth,
But how you do it, I have no idea.
Just the simplest of all I have ever met, known.
Held onto the ground, steady.
The melody...
The care...The support.
How you speak sense to my lost self
Ever insistingly pointing me to the right path.
Your touch when am angry that just calms me.


Mam'...I may not know how to say this face to face now...
But each morning I wake, I wish...that you will make me YOURS
Coz there is no one else I'd rather belong to.*

©The Unspoken