I feel a little torn
It’s making me forlorn
Keeping my words away from you
In fear I’ve overdrawn
We need our balance and space
That’s something I can’t deny
But I’m struggling with the ratio
When I want you by my side
Maybe I need to spread my wings
Sit in someone’s nest
Give each other the distance we crave
Rest my beak on another chest
But I don’t want to nest hop right now
I am finding it hard to force it
My heart longs for the swallow at sea
And I refuse to cage his movement
50 days is killing me
The countdown even worse
I’m not sure how sustainable
Love is on an empty purse
We have huge priorities
Big dreams to fly the world
Yet here I am pining
Wishing in his wings I was curled
There needs to be a solution
Or this bird will simply perish
Or maybe I’m just too impatient
And this need I must nourish
Maybe I’m just impatient
Bored of counting days
It’s not enough to imagine you
In want you in my face
Bleugh! Distraction! Focus!
Focus feathers focus!
Keep my eyes on my own ball
Remember my own path
Don’t let love throw me off
Else I’ll feel heavens wrath
Category: Humans
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Silent went the radio
All frequency had stopped
Alone was the astronaut
In space the connection had dropped
Panicked he kept himself busy
Hoping the waves would soon clear
But all day nothing!
Nothing was heard by his ear
Desperate he called SOS
And waited by the desk
Waited and waited
Mentally put to the test
Beep beep dot dot
Do you hear me? Over!
Beer beep dot dot
Thank fuck for that! Roger! -
The road was long and bright
The sun she flowed so proud
Glistening on the metallic grey
That vroomed past the crowd
The music filled the air
Un chanson debonair
The passengers chuckling
And dancing quite au faire
The atmosphere got thick
Filled with all this love
The tiny little particles
Glowed, glistened and shone
How wonderful this moment
Shared between these two
Mummy and her little girl
The perfect roadtrip crew -
I can’t have an ‘all the best‘ or a ‘have a nice life’.
Our hearts are raw and in pain.
How awful this end for a husband and his wife.
No listening was done, and she couldn’t open his eyes.
Beyond the mirror and his self obsessed life.
When friends they were, open they spoke.
Calmly they loved and often they would joke.
But husband somehow changed, as did the wife
When they realised how intense was their life
They built up walls
And cried for hours
They destroyed softness
With their magic powers
The ones they were meant to use for love
They used to destroy
The scared little girl and the frightened boy
For a moment she thought perhaps he was more
Than what she ended up bargaining for
Letting him in to such a sacred space,
Within her soul family
She lost her face
At least he didn’t meet her blood
At least she didn’t get covered in mud
At least she realised before it was too late
The man was a boy, a fragile state.
She thought she could hold him.
Make him feel brave.
She knew she could love him
To the end of her days.
If only he listened to her open heart
We would not have created her new scar
I guess alone like the wolf she always was.
And back to the sea returns his cross
In the dreams they sail together holding hands
Swimming the seas and dancing on sands
Until distant becomes their memory,
Their love fades away,
They get distracted by others
And new games they start to play
For now that’s just a wishful thought
As the wife she sits a sobbing
Saying farewell to her beautiful husband
While her heart is weak and throbbing -
With all the anticipation of a kids birthday
My body went into decline
Everything started failing
And no one knew the time
No one knew my thoughts
No one cared how I felt
The empty questions unanswered
As I undid my car seat belt
No one saw it coming
No one read the signs
The crash that could of been prevented
Went full force in front of their eyes
I guess I got too tired
Time to go home I guess
All the guessing with no certainly
No wonder I was in a mess
I can see me lying there lifeless
My jeans covered in blood
The paramedic trying to revive me
“It’s too late, her heart has stopped“
I watch the scene for a second
Before I drift away
Back to where I came from
To live another day -
I’m sick
The pan is on fire
Can someone turn off the heat?
I’m sick
The pan is on fire
How many times do I have to repeat?!
I’m sick
My house is on fire
Time for me to retreat
I’m sick
Back to my bed
Let the flames engulf my feet
Come soothe my soul while I take time to heal
Come dampen the fire around me
I’ve not the energy to be your muse
While my body cries sick so gently
It just wants holding while it weeps
Not the heat of the flames
It’s heavy with water leaked out from sky
Perhaps one pop will do wonders
Like a water balloon on a summers day
I can save my house by exploding
And off down the drain my water can run
Back to the river I was born in -
The inhale like the ocean waves gliding like satin across the shore
Her exhale a reminder of the rhythm
The earth, the moon and the mighty sun
The joys found within this prison
The plants that cool her blistering skin
The water that quenches her thirst
The tears that run down her happy face
When she’s reminded of what she loves most
The thoughts she has as she watches the world
Her cognitive intelligent brain
Far superior than her neighbours cat
Or the man sleeping on the train
The precious sleep she enjoys 7 hours a night
The woman that lies beside her
Watching the rise and fall of her chest
The doctors say it’s terminal inside her
How quickly everything fades away
The children, the family what-have-you.
Faced with a tumbling cliff
To the ocean where we found you. -
I’m still learning to unlearn
My hearts too full
I feel a burn
I wander between extremes of sorts
Belonging and abandonment
Torn between the pull and fall
The heart that contemplates it all
The woman that has seen the world
For the man who completes the mould
It’s hard to understand the pain
That doesn’t exist
Is this all in vain?
She closes her eyes and sees his heart
Lovingly torn apart
She knows not what to do
She knows her eyes long for you
The juxtaposed ideas wane
The tears subside and begin to drain
The sun returns and casts her glare
The love warms they return to share
The inner child they promised to hold
The love they defrost from the cold
I do not know where it goes
I fear for the love I show
If it’s too much I guess I lose
For honesty is all I chose
Poetry be my hidden centre
Brave begins this lyrical banter
Shakespeare gave Juliet her centre
A muse to devote her complicated heart
Her loving words, her form of art -
Forced are the angels into submission
The distant cries still heard today
The melancholy teardrops filling the raveens
Created the rivers in which our children play
Soaking in the water, drinking it up
Forgotten tales of what once was
Feeding fake history, dark and full of fear
The children breathe in the mist
Coating their lungs so they cannot breathe
But soon comes a twist….
The children one day will see a star
A bright shining light above
Curiosity will ignite that flame within
The one that had long been extinguished
The fire will melt their brittle hearts
Molten will mend the cracks
So with their reinforced love they take on an adventure
To find the source and strengthen their backs
So they can overthrow the darkness that made the angels fall
And become angels in their own right
Shine bright, sturdy and strong
Guide others with their light. -
What a gift you are
The crumbs you leave along the way
Allowing me to find myself
I see more each day
Holding a pace
For further exploration
Allowing me the space
For my own instigation
How joyous I am
To be awake enough to see this
Appreciating the stillness
The gratitude, the willingness
What a journey to be on
When the passage is wide open
Like dogs having fun
Or hearts on an ocean
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