Moments of peace to hold on to; Thread together like a beautiful patchwork of chance, With smiles and heartbeats, with skips and starts – A mirror of a world that were prone to; Gives hope in a life’s tango, in this dead end of a dance, For an opportunity and a future stitched in stars,…
When the message comes from the shadow From the antithesis, from your fear, How do you respond? How do you fight the tears? When they’ve taken your voice and your hope By ignoring the plea and your tears How do you respond? And hide your fear? When they ignored your statement of “no” By taking…
There’s a moment, an unquantifiable measure of sound, of time, of intention and of desire Where a heart-skip descends into a heart-break Or a heart-break lifts to a heart-skip; like fire. Take that ghostly uncertainty by the hand and be found, in that moment, that heart-beat, that breath Where first-love descends into love-lost Or love-lost…
Sometimes the desire to run Takes over from everything you love The job, the family, the friends you have will be lost, unforgotten, loved and yet, gone As you acknowledge their kindness But fail to see, how settled in their love You can ever truly be I want to run I want to escape Because…
The rain thunders lightly on the floor, With each tap-thud-drip my heart sinks some more The greyness and the thunder Like the beast inside my chest Pulling at the fractured shards Never stopping, he’ll never rest The rain reflects the light in each falling gem Like the flicker in my heart that I’ll be whole…
The stories that spin Weaving, woven, wondering and repeat In the waiting in the silent din Whispers, words, wanting in defeat The habit of time Passing, pushing, parting and repeat With each tentative step of mine Tripping, treading, turning in defeat
It’s been hard to take, and hold two things as one Understanding that I’m hurt, yet my feelings for you are gone Not forgotten, not dead, not nothing, Just not breaking and twisting and turning. How can that be, that these two are okay, That it hurts like nothing else, that I lost you in…
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…
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…
Very pleased to say that my poem ‘She sits’ has been published on Spillwords today. Hope you enjoy it, And thanks for your continued support folks. Josie x
Scribbles of an insomniac 