Sometimes it’s the small things The beat The moment The suspension of attention When a screen is more interesting than you When the laugh is somehow disconnected The look is skips a beat and no longer lingers When the fondness is still there but distracted And those small things Combined with a name A glance…
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…
There’s a moment In this turbulence The trepidation as I step up to the crossroads Where I realise There’s a disturbance The fear holds my heart steadfast as it implodes In that moment I realise, as my heart splits There’s this void in myself that can’t be made complete I’m still in love with you,…
Intoxicated by you I can’t resist your heart But you tell me you still love me And it tears me apart Enraptured by you It’s always like a dream But you’ve chosen head over heart So you will never again choose me Infatuated with you The way we connect the way we spark But you’ve…
It was just bad timing As you always said it was When we fell, when we met When you left, I was bereft It was just bad timing As you always knew it was When we kissed, when we fell When I lost myself, heartbroken hell Bad timing Syncopated love Taken in stolen seconds Shared…
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…
Taking time by the hand She walks Looking to the future An Orpheus curse But despite her aching heart She never turns back
In the dead of night I miss you In the silences we share in those forced moments together Where circumstance meets desire In the dead of night I’m lost In the moments that were forced to share we delight And yet am burning with inferior fire In the dead of my eyes I’m living In…
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
Delicious irony mocks my memories
As I realise it's gone
The heart break and thunder
Pain pulling back but driving onAcute omnipresent pain
In my heart, the burning fire
At the moment you declare
You admit to me your desire
As I realise mine's faded
The intricate lies we lived together
All the magic is gone
All the threads that were tetheredI've cut loose from my blind loyalty
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And when I finally hear the words
I thought I longed for
I feel nothing, not even hurt
All I feel are the ghosts of pain
Enough to remind me
Not to go there again
Scribbles of an insomniac 