Out of reach

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, despite it all

But I simply want to live

Is it too much to ask

Of my heart

To ask of you

Without falling further

Without falling apart

The life I have.

Not on the edge of what’s out of reach

Run

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 love I had
Won’t ever really be
The life I thought
Not the life I knew
Will my heart ever be
Truly free of you?

Sometimes the desire to leave
Overtakes the desire to belong
Once you’ve had that and lost it via your heart
The love and loss, not forgotten and yet, gone
As you acknowledge their comfort
But fail to see, how settled in their expectation
You will ever be

I want to run
I want to hide
Because the love i have
Will never abide
To the life I now have
And the life you now lead
Will my head and heart
Ever truly concede?

Sometimes the desire to disappear
Takes over your desire to care
The people, the lover, the team you enjoy
Will be alienated and gone forever anyway
As you acknowledge their devotion
But fail to see, how you can ever live up to
Who they want you to be.

I want to run
But I can’t leave
Because the love I feel
Only lets me see
The life I could’ve had
And the love you now have
My heart and head
Won’t leave me in peace

Pages

The ink runs ribbons
Caressing the paper
As it soothes
Fire in my heart

The corners curl
Inwards from the pressure
And ferocity
As if to cocoon my words

Artistic in it’s catharsis
Delightful in it’s musicality
The flow and the fall
From heart to page
Soothes my torment
In it’s cadaverous stage

The pen & the page
Are my saviours
For today

Hold tight

A poem about moving on when you’ve fallen in love with your best friend and you’re trying to hold on to an amicable break up.

I’m shifting gear
I’m taking a turn
I’m moving on
I’ll finally learn
To push you away
To walk into my space
The love I have
Needs its own place

I can’t hold you
I can’t have you
I can’t even say I miss you
But I need you
And I love you
And I remember how I kissed you

Hold tight
And hang on
As I’m changing route
I’m feeling strong
Hold on
As I make my move
I’m afraid you’ll choke me
As I remember our love

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Heart.

Your smile;
Greets me,
Your eyes;
Meet mine,
When you’re here;
I know I’ll be fine,
Your eyes;
Like sapphires,
Your skin;
Like porcelain,
You make my world;
Light up again.

Your eyes;
So alive,
Your mouth;
Devine,
You make me;
Feel free from time,
You’re here,
In my world;
When you laugh;
Your fingers curl,
Around my own,
You’re in my world.

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Rose

screen-shot-2016-11-13-at-16-38-25I’m a promise, an apology, a gift and a hope
Desired with bold colours, I reach towards the light
Helping to hide tears, hoping I find a true smile,
A beautiful, intoxicatingly simple delight
Accompanied frequently with a stroke of a pen
And embellished and glorified by ribbon & prose
I’m his tribute, his gesture, his hope and his love
I’m a glimpse of forgiveness, requited true love,
I am the rose, his rose
Your Rose

The gift (#TastyPoem)

Originally one of my micro poems on Twitter the prompt word Oblivion (#TastyPoem) was the inspiration for this one.

She paused, what was it, what was it she could almost see,
Almost feel, to touch, an unsteady, feeling; uncertainty.
But an excitement too, with her stomach floating high
But her heart falling heavy,  she exhaled with an overwhelming cry
As if from nowhere her eyes filled with tears – un-cried
It was as if she was looking on, not in but outside.
Then it was clear, in a moment she knew,
Her pattern of remembrance was right on cue.

The divine coloured crimson caught in a crystal beam,
Reminded her of him; how intoxicating, he had been.
Her oblivion, her delight, her home and her man
Now lost to her and this world, this was never in their plan.
Every now and again, she’d return to this moment and smile
To sit and be with him, let her self dream, just for a while.

The wine’s bouquet held a memory, like he was there,
She could almost feel him run his fingers through her hair,
Then a laugh began to bubble in the back of her throat,
This cocktail of emotions, and only one she could note,
Love.
She raised the glass to her lips with a triumphant lift
Liquid swirls and her heart takes it in; a living memory, like a gift.