Careless

Drawing it out

With each passing day

I’m hurting in my heart

As you push me away

So much is unspoken 

In the year that has passed

Storytelling in silence

To make the hope last
I don’t want to play games 

Or hurt you in turn

I only wish you were careful

If only you could learn

That each mention of her name

And each nod to the past

Just keep reviving my pain

It overwhelmingly lasts
I see you as insensitive

I wonder how you couldn’t see

But I guess I’ve never had the chance

To tell you what I feel

Each time there’s a reason

Every time I try

But you keep on pulling punches

And my heart fractures inside
So please be careful with me

Don’t play games, be aware

That I’m still adapting 

To heartbreak while you’re still there

Not done yet

It’s been a while since I put pen to page

Fighting the darkness on each step of the way

I’m making ground and I’m forging on

I’m feeling a heaviness but I’m willing it gone

I don’t want to give in to the relentless hours

But I can feel it pulling, swallowing desires

Taking my passions one pen stroke at a time

Telling me I’m not good enough, I must still try

I have been doing better with each passing week

But will take a little while longer getting back to my feet

Hiding it from those I love – admitting I’m lost, it’s easy to forget

The times I’ve come trough this… I’m not done yet 

Morning light 

Waking up with a lightness in my mind,

As I realise it’s only a matter of time.

The sunlight breaks through the cracks,

Seeking, tripping, pouring a delightful attack

On darkness, it slices and tumbles in a dance.

A complimentary juxtaposition, cutting silence,

The dust swims between these realms,

Like their dreams are fighting fears at the helm – 

Jutting, falling landing on my skin,

Their ferocious fragility echoes within.

A touch you can see but not feel with any weight

But the comforting warmth of the beams, that I break

With my hands, as they tango in light with the dust,

Reminds me beauty is there – if you look hard enough.

Contrast

When I can see the sun
But not feel it on my skin
When I can hear the music
And my heart won’t tune in
When I see your eyes alight
But the tenderness is gone
When I’m taking strides
Pretending to be strong
In it there’s despair as black as the night
But in me there’s one last flicker, one last fight

Didn’t you know?

Didn’t anyone tell you?
She’s gone, the girl you knew
I’m an illusion of what you saw
Helping to carry her through
Through the “good morning!”
The daily jibes and jokes fly
The facade and feverish delightedness
Until I carry her home to cry

Didn’t anyone tell you?
She’s not sleeping, not laughing
I’m keeping her together now
She’s too vulnerable, a fragile thing
She’s still captivated by your lies
Lead through a dance by your games
I’m desperately keeping her hidden
In the hope she’ll return one day

Didn’t anyone tell you?
How you broke her heart, didn’t she?
Too afraid you’d laugh and shrug
She didn’t because she’s not me
So that’s why I’m here, finding my way
Through her ferocious white fear
Taking hold of her shattered heart
So that all you see is one tear

Didn’t anyone tell you?
How she’s an echo, tethered to despair
Whilst I’m hunting for hope in her heart
She falters, flinches at each glare
With a heavy heart I begin again each day
But with each day I’m more strong
Because I can see she’s not totally lost
I can see she’s still holding on

Crash

Hitting reality with a crash

When I’m reminded how you don’t want me 

After a week of chatter from over seas

Your hot-and-cold returns, my heart re-breaks and my hopes flee 

Thanks for the hope

And thanks for the intoxicating charm

And thanks for the cold hard truth

As the floor falls away, I’m suddenly disarmed

Dear J Doe

Dear unknown, my John or Jane doe

So it’s been a short while since I wrote, 

Anything.

A poem, a micro poem or even a rhyming couplet. 

I’ve been back under a cloud, sad to say it’s been a dark week or so, 
I want to get back out of the rut. So I’m writing this. 

A letter into the abyss 

Of online semantical depths of a potential echo. 
They say to write what you know, 

What’s true to you, say it as so. 

But sometimes that’s not something anyone would want to read. 

I always try to write for ‘another me’ to pay it forward 

To those who may take comfort that they are not alone,

Or just because I see, feel or hear something poetical. 

Self indulgent really, to a point. 
I hope to be back in my stride soon 

But to write what I know 

Write and feel what I feel 

Can sometimes feel 

More 

More precarious 

Than keeping it bottled up inside. 

So, dear John, the John Doe – or Jane, 

What’s in a name? 
I hope you’ll take my silence as read. 

I want to believe it’s a strength, 

Protecting those to whom some of my demons are tethered, 

In some vein hope I can retain a sense of hope. 
Hope, my current endeavour. 
I’ll be back on scribbles, 

I’ll be drawing and sketching again.
But for now my heart and mind need protection 

From my passionate desire and dark passengers

Who haunt me

Taunt me.
This letter is a declaration of hope. 

A shout to those on the edge of despair, 

Join me on the brink of somethingness, 

A defiant gesture to the ghosts and apprehension 

That haunt. 

And taunt.

So… I –

I thank you for reading, 

Dear John and/or Jane,

And I hope to be with you, 

Be back, 

Living.

Again.

Sincerely,

Doe

Thanks for your ongoing support folks, much appreciated,

Be well and stay strong, 

Josie xx

Double negative

I can’t not love you

Just because 

They say it’s better in the long run

I can’t not feel comfort

In your smile

Just because our future’s gone 

I can’t not feel empty 

I remember it’s gone

Just because you’ve moved on

I can’t not love you

Just because 

I say it’s easier now that you’re gone

I can move on 

Whilst I still love you 

I can hold the conflict as I run

I can’t unlove you

I don’t want to

Just because your love has gone 

I can’t unfeel or unsee

Everything good you were to me

I know that’s better in the long run