Words
The power of words Your words Presuming an absent presence Habitually echoing As I hope in vein Wishing Willing them Not to exist
Blank
I’m reminded by the bleak & the blank Of the sky As it starkly juxtaposes The chaos Inside my heart Even after a storm There’s hope
Ghostly
As the dust dances In the wake of the morning I’m humbled by its Tenderness As it lightly Caresses the air Around my skin Ghostly
Photograph
When dust dances In the morning beams Landing on your frozen smile I’m grateful I knew you And we made our time Worthwhile
Ghost
Whilst I still have to see you Every day Every moment Will keep you A Ghost To Me Of what we were The happiness We Had And how You let me Feel Good enough Thanks For taking that away Too My heart My hope My love My self worth And my delight I loved you…
#scribblersSoundtrack updated
updated the #scribblersSoundtrack Also embedded a basic Spotify widget for those who are interested in listening, also a list of all the songs so far; I will be chopping and changing the live playlist when it hits 120. Enjoy folks, and please share your inspirational tracks too.
Stepping
Sometimes to move forward You feel like you’re stepping back Sometimes this gives you the space To feel like you’re on the right track Sometimes stepping seems impossible You feel like you’re wading or trapped Sometimes try standing fast in this moment You may see something new in this gap Sometimes to stand is the…
Dreams
Taking solace In passing clouds Each wisp whispers Running through the sky Chasing blue Searching for sunlight With dreams anew
Hope
Hope dances In the breath between Desire & despair She trips the balance Delicately Enticingly pirouetting Between lie & love Her ballet ribboned shoes Tread tentatively Tiptoes & eggshells Like fractured glass In precarious dreams She leads triumphantly
Taking hands
In the darkness she lies next to me But just beyond my reach She’s always with me When consumed by defeat In the performance of daily life Just out of vision She’s the best support act With no spite or derision She’s a silent ghost No agenda hidden Except to help me out of this…
Scribbles of an insomniac 