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
Category: Self Control
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“Rabbit! Rabbit! Goose! Goose!”
Wailed the man from his hoose
Gone hopped the rabbit
Off waddled the goose
Into the forest
They got loose
Cried! He cried!
For his goose!
The man exclaimed
“I’ve got no juice”
The rabbit returned
Red faced and sweaty
Chased by a zebra
From the Serengeti
The zebra stopped
Saw the man
Returned to the forest to make a plan
To steal his house
And live their himself
Put all his trophies on a shelf
All the rabbits, all the geese
He stuffed himself
Full of peace
At the thought of his new future as a man
The zebra thought it was a cunning plan. -
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. -
Looking into each other’s eyes they arrive
At the station where most journeys begin
Little does he know this is her final stop
Her wings crisp as she sheds her skin
A big breath and out stretch her wings
Magnificently filling the sky
Eclipsing the moon as she howls into the night
She curls back in his arms and closes her eyes
Slowly her heart beats, fingertips caressing his face
Capturing this moment as she breathes in their last embrace -
Gazing at the ripples their minds start to ponder
Tracing the current their fingers begin to wander
Towards each other from a few centimetres away
The first touch electric for a moment they stay
Feeling the wave flow up their arms
Roll up their neck and back down to their palms
Fingertips interlocking bringing it in
Breathing getting deeper the tides coming in
Knuckles side by side they look to the sky
Not dare to turn look the other in the eye
Clasping getting closer hands off the floor
Palms now touching fingers wrapped even more
Somehow a tightness has begun to be formed
These hands are solid they can withstand a storm
They sit for a while quiet and still
Emotion overflowing the silence at will
The bellowing hurricane feelings invoke
Soothed by the water medicated by the folk
At last a head turns to see
But the hand is swiftly retrieved
Both turn back to the water
In their own space, no further
As they watch the ripples glide the surface -
The weekend wasn’t enough
When her share was halved
She longed to stop time for a moment
Gaze at his face
Feel his warm embrace
The lump in her throat as he left
Scared by her feelings, she pushed him
Put on her mask and told a good tale
Stories she wrote
But honest she was not
For the story that hurt her was this one
Waiting on the sea she’ll find him
Once she finished her ship
But weak and unsure if she’ll make it
And perhaps another love he will meet
Unfinished and hidden went the story
Afraid she’d scare him away
Masked she slunk into the shadows
Feeling safe, the little sparrow was brave
Alas, she promised to be true
And love hard she does do
Bare all! Surrender to the universe
Whatever will be, will be
If her husband is meant to be waiting
Then waiting she will find he
If not, then just enjoy what is
Let go of what you cannot grasp
Allow the waters to settle
Hold her own heart in a clasp
Unable to stop her falling
She falls all the time
Clumsy she is with her feelings
But meh, it makes for good rhymes -
Don’t be an actor
But it’s what he became
To hide the melancholy
That leaked from his heart
His muse was that
And remember it he must
Sadness must leak
To the steel page and rust
Forever erode
Eternally create
The darkness that follows
The joy he recreates
Change the scene
Swap the players
The writer must fall
Into the madness
Stay in the moment
Feel it well
Breathe it in
Let the heart swell
Over and over
Never still
Like the tide on the shore
Or a shallow English well
Breathe it in
Let it go
The creators journey
He must let it flow -
I fell for the sun
I was born chasing it
But somehow I got trapped under a cloud
I long for the warmth
I crave it
And seek it in places that don’t do me proud
I see the light in you
And I see it in me
Yet I forsake it for struggles of worth
I’m so proud of you
You abandoned me
Yet beside me we felt a rebirth
Sail across the seas
Come coax me
Send me your beautiful face
Look into my eyes
Unlock this
Tell my spirit to join the race
She’s at the line
Just sleeping
It’s been a while she was free
Your intensity
She needs it
You spur her to unleash -
You told me to find a guy who would treat me good
You told me to stop chasing the pretty boys
The universe heard us and cast her spell
And today we met at a drinking well.
She aligned so much in both our hearts
Our dreams our hurt our disregards
Pure of blood, kind of heart
And yet I feel torn apart
I feel like I’m settling
I feel somewhere there’s more
How selfish can I be, to turn down this score
Highest ranking compatibity in both our signs
But the fire? The fire?
He’ll look after me
The fire?
Do I turn and walk away in search for flames?
Or do I hold his hand and agree to stay?
The fire! The… fire…. Do I… stay?
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