Slow

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Communication, creative, faith, lyrics, poems, poetry, verse, writing

Slow
Slow me down
As I spin
To the ground,
You
Held me up
With your words
With your lies,
I
Cannot see
Cannot feel
What you feel,
Fall
Let me fall
From your arms
From your mouth,
Blood
That you spilled
On the sand
Not for me,
Hands
Scratched in time
Hold the pain
Not from me,
Taste
Taste the air
As I slip
From your stage,
Slow
Slow me down
As I spin
To the ground.

The Awakening

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Awakening, Communication, creative, dream, fiction, isolation, Philosophy, Prose, short stories, thoughts, writing

     A wash of faces hovered above me like a crudely painted ceiling fresco. Eyes, some filled with hope, others relief, bore into me like burrowing beetles. Beyond them an antiseptic ocean of white stretched as far as my own eyes could see; but I was prone, lying like a whale slowly exhaling its last on a beach the colour of gold.

     There were voices; voices which swirled over me like bees returning to the hive, heavy with nectar. Their sweet words bounced between my ears futile in their attempt to make sense of themselves. The sounds meant nothing to me, and neither did the tones which were targeted in my direction. Did the faces expect a response? Part of me guessed that they did, but I could not fathom the reason.

     The expectation behind the staring eyes was palpable, and even my forgotten, deadened senses could taste it. As for why, well, I could find no explanation. I looked back up at the waves as they crashed and dispersed before my eyes and realised, at last, that not one of them meant anything to me.

Strangers Then

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We were strangers then

When you held

The silken veil so close

To your eyes,

The Moon’s promise

Dripped honey from

Your lips and seeped

Beneath my skin,

Naked wings spread

Like caramel

Their succulent temptation

Before me,

And I, with patterned eyes,

Lay open, exposed.

We were strangers then

When you held

Your lips so close

To my ear,

The Sun’s last tear

Bitter salt from

Your eyes washed pallid

On my flesh,

Failing arms spread

Like withered branches

Lifeless now

Before me,

As I, with empty eyes,

Lay open, estranged.

Remember

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Communication, Creative writing, emotion, loss, Love, lyrics, poems, poetry, verse, writing

I see you in my dreams,

Always in the dark,

The part of me that died

When I was seventeen.

 

The laughter at my side,

The smile upon my face,

The look within your eye

From which I cannot hide.

 

If only I could,

(See through your eyes)

If only I could,

(See from outside)

If only I could,

(Remember)

What took it all

Apart.

 

Lost amongst the trees,

And blinded by the light,

Living in the shadows

Thrown over all we see.

 

The tears we never cried,

The things we could not say,

The faces that we lost

At least I know I tried.

 

If only I could,

(See through your eyes)

If only I could,

(See from outside)

If only I could,

(Remember)

What took it all

Apart.

Against the Tide

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Communication, creative, Creative writing, Depression, emotion, free-form, poems, poetry, thoughts, verse, writing

Brought his thoughts out

Into the light,

Let the rays of gold

Breathe warmth into each

And everyone,

Exhaled and watched

Their woody shells,

Grow their hardened spines

Against the tide

Of other’s eyes,

With steel heart

And stubbled soul

Stood beyond the crowd,

And watched himself as

He slowly sank

Below a malignant

Horizon.

Predisposed to Sadness

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Communication, creative, Depression, inspiration, Philosophy, poems, poetry, Sadness, verse, writing

Dressed in the finery of night

It’s chill embrace

Familiar

Like the comfort of

A threadbare coat

Collar high

An acknowledgement

Of sorts,

Submerged below

A sea of aural melancholy

It’s welcome waves whisper

Only to my ears

Sounds of contemplation

Tiny earthquakes which rumble

A stronger pulse within my veins,

And through the sunlight

The rains comes down

To drum upon my door,

And beyond the purple

Day-bruised clouds

I catch the kiss of light,

To ask if this is happiness

This yearning for the night

The beat perhaps askew

That fills me with delight.

 

Social Connection

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Communication, creative, nostalgia, poems, poetry, verse, writing

Clinging to names and

Faces that meant

Nothing then and

Even less now,

Desperation’s arm

Holds back the lid

The lying voice

Nostalgia’s call,

And is it by such

Frail ties that

Our fate is held

In other’s eyes?

Little Deaths

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These hands

Complicit in the words

I write

The words

Which seem to hold the key

To me

The key

A lock that’s now forgot

In time

Forgot

The scars upon my heart

For you

My heart

I pour into these hands

Again

These hands

A party to our

Little deaths.

Opal Eyes

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Communication, Creative writing, poems, poetry, verse, writing

In time your opal eyes

Will see through me like glass,

And words that I have said

Reveal themselves as crass,

The depths you felt were hidden

The truths you thought you saw,

Were only smoke and mirrors

Illusions, nothing more,

Transparency of moonlight

The clarity of day,

A skeleton remains

The tissue falls away,

In time your opal eyes

Will see through me like glass,

And all your wishful thoughts

Will never come to pass.

Hook and Line

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Throw me a line

That I might dance

With the salmon and trout

And leap with the words

That rise and fall

Like waters white

And shimmer like scales

That show me the way

To speak my thoughts

In purest form

Let me swallow the bait

As you reel me in

But throw me a hook

And let me breathe

As I bathe in the waters

Of your words.