Somewhere everyday
Time flows
Like the air I breathe.

Somewhere the rain
Pours from a cloud
Into the remaining
Of a lake.

Somewhere I see
In this world
Where a stranger becomes
A friend.
And a friend becomes an enemy.

Somewhere among everything
I see a family
That's tight on money
And on the edge of debt.

***** and nicotine
just can't seem to leave me be
drink and smoke when I awake
till I black out to fall asleep
and with every cigarette I smoke
I make myself a drink
and with every drink I drink
I have myself a smoke
the thick cloud of grey-black smoke fills the lungs
it's seething fumes claw and scratch
corrupt every crevice of my tar sacks
smoke is like a toddler
destroying everything it touches
but you just can't seem to hate it

Some days when the skies cloud over
We don't know what to do
Should we give up or carry on
Or move to somewhere new?

If we always wanted summer
Forever we would roam
And the closer we got to the sunshine
The further we'd be from home

The sooner that we learn
To see the seasons through
The closer we'll become
There lives eternal sun...

Covered in mud composed
Of sticks & stones
So I'll never know
How bright I could glow

born in a rain cloud
bitter to the bone

My days filled with ways
To keep from feeling alone

There are no shortcuts
or such thing as luck

So instead there is beer
Joints and pity *****

I can't tell you what the future brings
I have no grasp on that sort of thing

And when I start mumbling curses
Please darling ignore me

Because I can still say I love
you in the morning

We sway gently back and forth on a speeding charter bus,
Too exhausted to speak
As we drift in and out of something that’s not quite sleep
Resting our backs against the fuzz of plush seats

A strand of your bleached, copper hair fell on my shoulder,
Making me remember that you smell like lavender and early summer,
And now our warm hands are intertwined,
Your slender, brown fingers curling ever so slightly under mine,
We’re leaning against each other, breathing in rhythm
With the crackly and haunting piano melody that plays over a syncopated beat,
The way my heart beats at the feeling of your side
Rising and falling in tandem with mine
The crackle blends with the splatter of glistening droplets on the windshield, running down and turning light to a muted
Somewhat grayish white,
And as we listen to this music just for the two of us,
I hear it in my left ear,
You in your right,
We drift in and out of the haze,
Warm, content inside a cloud
Where you are the silver lining.

There's something about
The crisp air of autumn.
Taking it into your lungs,
And letting it out
As a cloud of breath
Escapes your lips
And disappears
Into the trees.
The only sounds are
Of the leaves that have fallen,
Crunching beneath your feet.
Perhaps it's lovely to let things go.

love and self respect twined into the rope
surrounded by a toxic cloud of vagueness.

I am the riff-raff of my own heart

my own dishonesty to myself has increased the remorseless presentiment in my soul
my reactions drowned in vain
as he whispered the words that i have so often used on all the wrong faces

my heart was taped together with duct tape
...still some pieces were missing
my heart was not "ripped in half"

it was set a blaze, tortured and hung
left looking in the mirror at its own worthless reflection...

...how can a heart like that ever love again?

He sits in his car in a cloud of smoke

His tears turn milky and there's a crack in his voice,

He texts his friend he's too broken to talk,

But she was once broken too and knows how it feels

She wants all the world to forever be healed

He holds a torch and burns hard into soft, Makes the brittle glass melt,

Like he breaks girls hearts

But a broken heart cuts more than any other

with blood stained betrayal, and neglect and no father

He finally wants the friends to know

that he knows what he's done. He's unsure where to go

He knows that he's hurt her but she grew back and moved on

without the pain in her soul or a frown but a new song

He wants to be whole, he wants deserve his friends

He scorns those who have loved him.

Because he doesn't understand

what can they possibly see that is worth loving?

In his battered broken eyes he wishes words would wish him well

Instead of flaming images of all the trauma he's had to endure

Like the torch he holds in his hand he tries to control the pain and make it melt the broken brittle pieces of his shattered broken self.

Soaring above the field
the pidgeon saw the world revealed
but by its own flight it was betrayed
for that pidgeon was made of clay

Floating like a summer's cloud
my love for her was high and proud
yet my heart was chipped one day
for my heart was made of clay

Beauty can't always be entrusted
to the potters hand
so build your beauty from something
that can withstand
more than the lovers arrow
at least
til the morrow

Abjure the bones broken in,
The first lift frissoned by
The moving trees slain on the shift,
Rivers and risen flowers cut,

My statuary lurches betide
The nap of bent wing saluting.

My aviary is a fluttering bed,
The scattered head REMs my flight,
My feet in cloud extend for landings
Tings the belled bound legging.

My falconer bows with pride
In the stall bent wings stooping.

My clawed creature glides for only
The pitching sun or shining moon
And my flights execution, the hooded
Head, end trails my falconer.

My days, fowl to the lunar kite,
Assail the winds open wound.

How do I feel?
I’m feeling, a bit overwhelmed, I don’t have my friend anymore,
I’ll be honest, my cuddle buddy has left me and now I’m relaying on tea
A poor substitution,
Or is it my saving grace? Am I too far gone?
I’m not even going to mention its name,
I can’t look at it, for fear of feeling a craving,
Am I scared of a cigarette packet or myself?
Will I make it through even one day of abstinence?
My heart replies no, my mind screams ‘you’ve got to…
This can’t be your life, the weight crushing you each and every day,
But you pretend you’re ok with it’.
It’s like nothing I had ever encountered before,
I remember trying a cigarette years ago,
In uni, andhated the bitter taste,
How can someone somehow get used to the taste,
And enjoy it? Addiction is a powerful thing,
I need to go one day without it, that’s my goal,
Then count the days and forget about it once I’m over it.
I wish I could just go back to high school and live my life over,
I’d be happier and would not have made the same mistakes,
I never would have become a smoker.
I am a wannabe nonsmoker.
Doubts cloud my mind, can I unravel my subconscious,
Deal with my demons and not give in?
What will it be like to be a reformed smoker?
Absolute bliss I think, and I can spoil myself with chocolate.

I notice,
while sitting with a pen,
harvesting words
for the task I was given,
fantastic dreams
of ****** exploration,
unobtainable and maybe unrequited,
cloud my mind
with a most fatal attraction.

goldfish bowls I swim
           catfish whiskers I become
salmon eggs I spawned
             with bilious cloud
upon a bed of red roses
             in a ***
on my coffee table
            under a painting
by Evanescence
              over a whisper
under a fog
               through a plant
of ferns there was erased
             by Led Zeppelin
the lost
                onceness.

I quit. Cause the
                 dreams remain.

Light up the medicine to help heal the minds core
Drink up no worries until you don't feel the pain anymore
This ain't addiction
This is conviction
Trying to prove my point to the old and ignorant
But what's the point in such a dull time
Me speaking my mind is probably a federal crime
Allow the vice to loosen up as I raise the price of my forbidden confidence
To say what's on my mind all while dealing with the consequence
Half man and half dead that shuffles through
Feeling alive on a cloud but probably looking dead to you
Hm
Don't take these words for granted
The weak and simple minded will look at them hella slanted
I'm feeling great
Food for thought all stacked on my plate
I see the stars align, old heros who were once great
Imagine if I could pick apart their brains,
I bet we would've relate

Hungry for power - should be hungry for knowledge, like what book can I devour?
Old girls still acting all sour
Claiming I'm not doing ****t
I'm doing everything but you, she just can't cope with it
But back to program back to these Jordan's
Back to the money and back to the slow jams
Nah
Increase my value to issue out more than materialistic value
And see the battle in which my heart, mind, soul all decided to scatter
My heart was beating for certain meaning that my mind couldn't quite understand
And my soul was tired of both of them trying to manipulate the decision of being a certain type of man
Did you struggle?
And feel the faithless wonder disappear?
Praying to god but the devil is constantly whispering all in your ear
Hearing voices, making bad choices but it all apart of growing up.
No one dies a ****** because at some point we all gave a f$@k
High as the alps, lost in my thoughts
Found in my prayers
Wondered if I fell down, who would be there?
Wondering if I have my heart, who else willing to share?
Wondering if I died tomorrow, who would truly care?
Questions we all ask, while trying to complete the task. Are you truly living your life? Are you afraid the good times won't last?
Are you happy right where you are? Don't look at me like that.
You haven't asked yourself these questions until the last time it all went bad...
I bring the realization to life and call you out on your problems
You keep responding with "a new day same ****t" but continue to never solve em.
People these days lack evolution
Settling the new trend - life is the real movie and all ya playing pretend.
I'm playing a role to
And it's called contradiction...
I've yet to try change but expect everyone else to listen?
These words - yes, yes these words are to be nothing more but understood
Turn life into your own - make life what you should.

i was in love more times than i can count
before i met you in the heat of summer
in the wrong coffee shop
on the wrong street
but maybe i was never in love before you

every girl who’s hands have mingled with mine
have always felt forced
and clammy
and fleeting
and bounding

it was anxiety hugging my body
tighter than any of them ever could
and a cloud of desperation
separating them from me
love was always about power
or who could lust the hardest

i always won.
i always left first.

you’ve showed me that isn’t love at all
but i beg the questions
what is love
who am i to say
who are you to give it to me
who are we to create feelings only we can feel

we are artists making notes of reactions
while we show each other a world we never knew existed
the things that have always happened
in our peripheral vision
but never felt important to notice

this is what i want to feel
freedom.
freedom.
freedom.

Jonathan Campbell  1d
I was wondering if you would be interested in this project im starting up. I wanna post spoken word poetry audio on sound cloud and youube. non profit just for the artists

When the slow wave creeps into your sight,
A blue-tinged blanket of reflected light,
Or a cloud shyly peeps the sun's own face
But in your reverie, leaves no trace;
Or a lightning torch x-rays the sky,
It's echoed voice like a rumbled sigh;
When trees wave graceful, arching arms
And the breeze unleash it's earnest charm:
It's angels I've sent, you understand
Of the wind and sky, the sea and land
So knowing them, you'll not forget
That inside love lives no regret
Not for a moment; no matter how far
And so Earth sings, how beloved you are.

My body is aging
My story is true

It's happening to me
It will happen to you

My right knee is steel
So now I can't kneel

I'm sure God understands
He/She knows how I feel

You see blue sky
My right eye sees just cloud

I hear no music
For you it's so loud

I once had two kidneys
Now I have one

I agreed over dinner
My sister had none

My hair is all white
It used to be brown

It's going away
Without making a sound

I'm not complaining
Just telling you true

It's happening to me
It will happen to you

Her gift was new dress,
Cloud spun silk, gold on her skin,
  .  .  .  Soon fell to the floor.

I cloud my perception
From the judgement of
The sun

Confluence of love
Is the of sound of two rivers
Thundering on

Meandering across mesas
Veins of the upper crust
Flow through our entangled palms

In your craving for that
you would die in your pursuit
once gratified
your desire's taste-bud takes another route.

A thousand flowers in the field
they cloud and blind the eyes
the little pretty rose hidden in an unknown path
view that as your most precious prize.

it goes like this:

my toes curl over the edge
the stone ledge is warm beneath my feet.
i tense
and leap
and for a fragile second i am hanging, twisting
above the dancing water.
i swear,
i can fly.
the sunlight reflecting off its surface
stains my retinas
as my body plummets.
the ocean reaches up
and swallows me whole
with a splash of chilly water.
i open my eyes
to see millions of tiny
light-filled bubbles
float to the surface,
leaving me alone
in the dark.
i sink slowly,
as though drifting off to sleep
and am only conscious enough
to register the cloud
of sediment
that surrounds me
as my body reaches
the bottom.

and then there is you:

you watch from the shore
smiling
as i leap.
after all,
this only recreational, right?
i have every intention
of resurfacing
a moment after the plunge
of course.
but you
you see that i have
not risen
and you must think
you must
"her lungs,
they must be starved
of air".
and rather than rush to my aid
for i am clearly drowning
you sit back on the shore
and prepare
to yell
and scream
and cause a scene
but not for help
no
you will scream at me
because you
feel betrayed
that i could so easily leave you.

don't you know i wish i wasn't drowning?
don't you know that i could have been saved?

The distant yells of a scared dog,
cars drifting distantly in the grey fog;
the sun reverts behind an orange cloud and
birds, they're singing so incredibly loud.

The echoes of the winged youth are closing in
stomach tied,
I can barely focus
The thought of someone seeing me dyes my innards blush
and I'd leave in a hefty rush.

How strange it would be to see somebody writing, outside
Gone are the things our predecessors saw as the norm.
For we must stay in our brickwork of a prison,
drive ourselves insane with our fascism and fakery.

Conform, they imply
Be individual, they preach
but follow us
be a copy of us and
how we wish we could be.

Open your eyes and you will see blue skies
Accompanied by snow white clouds
Look at those mountains and trickling fountains
Leading to a brook nearby.

Look around you can hear the sound of waterfalls
And sweet birds sing their song just for you
Can you feel the soft breeze on your face
And see the leaves on the trees softly sway.

You hear the sound of people in the distance
And the sound of laughter everywhere
You look, you clearly see a fair
Everyone is welcoming and wish to see you there.

You recognise those people, you have seen them in the past
All those faces from different places simply knock you back
Aunty Jill and Uncle Bill, and Morris the barber who cut your hair
Everyone from everywhere, together at the fair.

But now you see a dark black cloud, it's time now to retreat
The picture now is fading your world is incomplete
You see, things are not always what they seem
And None of this did happen, it was just your dream of dreams.

Not A Single Cloud,
Dots A Square Inch Of The Sky,
The Blue Has Returned

I called him the tin box man.

His smile was sweeter than all his cakes and pastries.

A man left poor after a hard day’s work
Never saw on his face smiles unmarked

Tin box man may I have one
But I have no money

They’re all for you honey

Then in the box would dip his hand
On my palm a cake would land

But I have no money tin box man

Pay it back when you can

Then he would deliver his trademark speech

When you grow up and become rich
I would come with an empty can
Fill that up for the tin box man.

Never saw one passing cloud on his face
Ill clothed unshaved never bereft of grace
In his box holding what deep mysteries
Spreading the sweetness of cakes pastries!

He is long gone but lingers his trace
When I encounter depression’s face
He stands beside me my smiles unlocks
Locks away all sadness in his tin box!

He said he wandered lonely as a cloud
I wandered socially as a *****.
laying awake on a couch and catharses  the world
you have tears like that of a newborn child
Everything on the couch is mild
but out and about they're  horses tears.
Many people have the crocodile ones.
It always catches up to them eventually.
I wandered socially as a *****,
with the light in my eyes
and a hammering pain in my chest
all the love in my life are satirical jests
that leave a shoe print on my face
I guess that's better than tire tracks

These lungs are still. 

As flameless fire,
We are breathing dead smoke.

Looking back at our love, 
began full of sparked ignitions and frictions of heat,  
red flames of 
passion 
love
lust 
trust
and comfort 
perhaps over sticks not coal.

We heard a whisper...
"to enjoy a lasting fire one must have a good foundation,
coal is key
not sticks nor paper
or it will burn out fast"

When tested, our fire sizzled out.
flameless love sticks was all we had to work with.
no foundation of coal.
nor that signature paper.

We've sat blowing at these sticks from all sides 
with hope of catching one last spark, 
trying to awaken the fire once again.
Campaigning within ourselves
let's live again, lust again,
love Against and beyond
ourselves

Have we lost sight of the ground?
taken by the wind of life's happenings
now barely touching at fingertips

we've forgotten the lips
that whispered
foundations of a true love's lasting fire.

are we hopeless?
our love flames are breathing on sticks
not coal. 

both locked on exhale 
no oxygen to our souls
back, neck and head coiled 
like a lifeless corps
hanging from the spine

we are dying, Love
we've blown all through and through
and I know somehow I still love you 
but while sitting in this thick cloud of smoke
I fearfully ask
how do I breathe for I and you?