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.

Night drive

Headlights tracking me,
A sort of rhythm,
But beating in silence;
Again, and again, and again, and again.

Speeding past, lightening,
Their moments are fleeting
Inimitably mimicking my memories;
Again, and again, and again.

Flying by, in a whisper, a wisp
Like my thoughts,  as I try to catch them
Partly Illuminated; like ghosts they glide;
Again and again.

Brightening every beat,
As they make silhouettes on my cheek,
I see all the imperfections of the glass,
Through which I wait for you;
Again.

Too late

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

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