Lost moments
swing by
as I try
to catch them,
Grasp their warmth,
their touch,
the moments
veiled in smoke
they swirl swiftly
past
thin whisps that we
cannot
grasp.
Metamorphosis
Friday, 29 August 2014
10/8/2014
Definition is like a knife to your throat,
Move and you'll feel the cool, steel
slide into that perfectly made
flesh.
Explanation is the flickering candle
on a tabletop ready to burn its
last light.
Understanding is like a
Cloudburst, shining, radiant,
gone.
The explanation of your
definition
doesn't have a
Cloudburst,
Instead I feel the storm coming
from the sky and I'm
trapped
in the cloud, compressed against their
misunderstanding.
Move and you'll feel the cool, steel
slide into that perfectly made
flesh.
Explanation is the flickering candle
on a tabletop ready to burn its
last light.
Understanding is like a
Cloudburst, shining, radiant,
gone.
The explanation of your
definition
doesn't have a
Cloudburst,
Instead I feel the storm coming
from the sky and I'm
trapped
in the cloud, compressed against their
misunderstanding.
Monday, 12 May 2014
11/05/14
Hopelessly buoyed up on the
Drunken slurs of words
and the blurs of sunlight.
Dragging me down as
it's pulling me up
Dizzying heights only make me
fall harder.
Drunken slurs of words
and the blurs of sunlight.
Dragging me down as
it's pulling me up
Dizzying heights only make me
fall harder.
Saturday, 12 April 2014
13/4/14
Unspoken words and
Passing looks,
Attempts at understanding -
blankness.
Silent pleas and calls
The rain falling against
my skin. The sun was
piercing, burning.
Scars of the past
and present. The
moon showed all
but hid from you.
Silent pleas
tears
falling
darkness.
Silence, alone
The only answer to my call
Was the wind and the moon,
Not you.
Passing looks,
Attempts at understanding -
blankness.
Silent pleas and calls
The rain falling against
my skin. The sun was
piercing, burning.
Scars of the past
and present. The
moon showed all
but hid from you.
Silent pleas
tears
falling
darkness.
Silence, alone
The only answer to my call
Was the wind and the moon,
Not you.
Friday, 11 April 2014
8/4/14
Sun streaks on unmade
Beds. Abandoned sheets.
Ruffled, tossled and used.
Empty, dirty cups
Stains on tables.
Whispers evade the
abandoned sheets,
mutters pursue them.
ruffled, tossled and used.
Lipstick stains in used cups,
Lipstick stains,
Leftover kisses and fading touches
Sun streaks in unmade beds.
Abandoned, memories and used.
Beds. Abandoned sheets.
Ruffled, tossled and used.
Empty, dirty cups
Stains on tables.
Whispers evade the
abandoned sheets,
mutters pursue them.
ruffled, tossled and used.
Lipstick stains in used cups,
Lipstick stains,
Leftover kisses and fading touches
Sun streaks in unmade beds.
Abandoned, memories and used.
30/3/14
Everything is lost, the
sun has started to fail
So the moon's beauty is shown;
The rain continues
falling against the skin
falling in pieces:
Blurring the lines.
Fallen leaves are
growing buds,
Silent chord and
fluttering doves:
Go to the sky
as the buds whither and
die.
Nothing is definite.
T o o l a t e.
sun has started to fail
So the moon's beauty is shown;
The rain continues
falling against the skin
falling in pieces:
Blurring the lines.
Fallen leaves are
growing buds,
Silent chord and
fluttering doves:
Go to the sky
as the buds whither and
die.
Nothing is definite.
T o o l a t e.
9/2/14
It's like a sea of colours,
Sun through the rain,
Dances amongst the falling leaves
and twirling with the wind.
A sea of colours,
an explosion
Bursting through;
the colours disintegrate
Travel a p a r t.
A sea of colours,
A work of art,
A mesh of colours
Soaking and melting together
Lost amongst each other
Sun through the rain,
Dances amongst the falling leaves
and twirling with the wind.
A sea of colours,
an explosion
Bursting through;
the colours disintegrate
Travel a p a r t.
A sea of colours,
A work of art,
A mesh of colours
Soaking and melting together
Lost amongst each other
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