Her love, her desire, her loneliness -
Unquestionably voracious -
A life in extremes.
Such a fight.
In an empty world -
On an empty stage -
The moon illuminates her tears
As her mind races,
Her eyes darting veraciously
Through the solid darkness.
Her mouth forms words
Too timid to say.
But there's passion,
A hunger for hope;
A desire for something better,
In the moonlight,
Alone, lost, and scared,
But with hope,
And the beauty of the night,
She finds herself;
A voracious dreamer.
A poem about a woman unable to overcome her fear of trusting and sharing her feelings with the one she loved
My heart waits for unrequitedness
And then my speech is free
My mind tells me I'm safe to feel
When hearts no longer feel for me
It's a pattern of behaviour
And a rhythm I can't break
It's my heart and head I battle
Then my confession comes too late
I've loved and lost before
I've always wanted to resolve
I've never understood myself,
Or how my head and heart revolve,
It's my fault, my selfish stuttering, my emotion - I've denied
When you asked me and you held me
My mouth shut me away and lied
A poem about being acutely aware of time, all the moments passing
It's a rhythm, a beat, a subtle intrusion,
It's permanent, present and an illusion.
Whether silent or shouting, time speaks in my tongue,
If you're watching or not it's a siren's song,
That calls and calls in cascaded clicks,
With dulcet tones if the hour permits.
Hypnotically absent, but every where in your mind
Unavoidable awareness of each moment in time.
The hands spin round drawing in my thoughts,
I feel him near, in this space of mine
Turning in my mind with barely a pause,
I can hear him always, Ol'father time.
A love that feels inevitable, but knowing it's not right or possible; tangling with the conflict of emotions
Do I leave you behind, to be like memories I've known,
Because I can't have you, because I'm alone.
If I tell you, you'll be stuck, as I find myself now,
But between requited-unrequitedness,
and that solemn golden vow.
Jealousy tells my heart you are beautiful,
Desire tells my heart what's more meaningful.
My heart with cautious delight says 'go on'
I'm lost in your divinity, I'm lost in your song
But the pain says you'll walk away
I'm lost in your talents,
you take my breath away
Honesty tells my heart you're not right for me
Truth tells my heart that it will break, but it will be
A poem describing a connection to a loved one
Those breaths I hold tight when the happiness won't come
Breaths I carry lightly when the dizziness follows me home
Those breaths I control when I want to take it all away
Breaths I can't catch when my darkness breaks the day
Your words that shelter me from my thoughts and my fear
Words that take me away from shade and the edges I'm near
Your words that move me to feel free, light and escape again
Words that lift me and put perspective to my pain
Looks that hold me on the edge to keep myself here
Your looks that shoot down the sickness that feeds my fear
Looks that take me home and the worry that forces the mask
Your looks that keep me pretending to make this feeling last
A leap of faith, a moment
In a breath, a single heartbeat
A jump at chance, a skip
And a lightness, as our eyes meet
A truth shared, a risk
We just keep moving, into the unknown
A love that's mutual, eternal
As with each other we feel we're home
This is quite what you might call a 'raw' poem about depression, As a woman loves, waits and holds on to her Partner through a tough day.
Published on Spillwords December 2016
So she sits.
We sit, together - but apart.
She waits and wonders if things will change.
Her disengagement from the world humble and acquiescent.
At peace with the turbulent thoughts that she stumbles through.
There is no time left to wonder or wander through time.
The heat of the passion which no longer burns was matched only by the furnace of ferocious fears which tore her apart inside.
We had waited. I always waited.
Waited, unaware of the pain she was in.
Very happy to say that my poem ‘The Beautiful Moment’ has been published on Spillwords today. Hope you enjoy it, Thanks for your continued support folks. Josie x
Taking hands with my thoughts
Walking warmly into the night.
Embracing fading light,
And dreams begin.
Hope stirs as stars begin to blink
Through the blanketed horizon,
Engaging with the end of today,
And the hope
Frost breaks, Dystopian thoughts melt as the sun rises, Webs shimmer Gossamer threads tangled in diamond disguises, Pure beauty.