Didn’t you know?

Didn’t anyone tell you?
She’s gone, the girl you knew
I’m an illusion of what you saw
Helping to carry her through
Through the “good morning!”
The daily jibes and jokes fly
The facade and feverish delightedness
Until I carry her home to cry

Didn’t anyone tell you?
She’s not sleeping, not laughing
I’m keeping her together now
She’s too vulnerable, a fragile thing
She’s still captivated by your lies
Lead through a dance by your games
I’m desperately keeping her hidden
In the hope she’ll return one day

Didn’t anyone tell you?
How you broke her heart, didn’t she?
Too afraid you’d laugh and shrug
She didn’t because she’s not me
So that’s why I’m here, finding my way
Through her ferocious white fear
Taking hold of her shattered heart
So that all you see is one tear

Didn’t anyone tell you?
How she’s an echo, tethered to despair
Whilst I’m hunting for hope in her heart
She falters, flinches at each glare
With a heavy heart I begin again each day
But with each day I’m more strong
Because I can see she’s not totally lost
I can see she’s still holding on

Refreshing the #scribblersSoundtrack for 2017

So I’m refreshing the #scribblersSoundtrack

There is a basic Spotify widget  embedded 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 – Always interested in the music people use and love 🙂

Let me know in a comment or on twitter if you want them thrown into the mix.

Cheers,
Josie x

Synthetic synergy

There are clarifying moments
Synthetic synergies
With song lyrics
Film scripts
Or television series
Where characters
Shout your truth
There are bizarre moments

Energised empathies
With song writers, characters
Or moments in a scene
Where writers
Shout cut to your core
Sobering moments

Synthetic synergies
Lyrics, scripts
Even characters
Reflect your moment
Speaking your truth
Articulate where you lack
There are clarifying moments

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Stoic

Stoically standing beside herself,
Judging and watching
Unable to prevent the inevitable,
Each move, moment and breath

Her own conscience
Feeling lost beside herself
Seeing and hearing
Not feeling, not changing a step

Just the same.
Every moment, every day,
Just the same.

Sitting and sliding through it
The endless cycle
Relentless, confusing but familiar
Standing outside herself, a guest

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Voracious (#MSPoetry)

Her love, her desire, her loneliness –
Unquestionably voracious –
A life in extremes.
The darkness;
Such a fight.
The highs;
Such delight.
In an empty world –
On an empty stage –
The moon illuminates her tears
As her mind races,
Her eyes darting veraciously
Through the solid darkness.
Searching.
Her mouth forms words
Too timid to say.
Silence.
But there’s passion,
A hunger for hope;
A desire for something better,
In the moonlight,
Alone, lost, and scared,
But with hope,
And the beauty of the night,
She finds herself;
A voracious dreamer.