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Tuesday 25 August 2009

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Unsafe to rue what's no longer life,
I'm told that it is futile,
To wish and waste for moments passed and paint my hate a while,
Oh the glory days, how they were filled with rage,
My future self lamented,
I lost my way amongst the path of a thousand fears demented,
Mirror reflecting, mirror refusing,
The picture-me- distorted,
Each time I touch it's turned to air, my apathy exhausted,
This night I stalk an unsafe street,
Embrace the sky's dark ink,
Above me falls, I'm drowning here, and from misery I drink

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A kaleidoscope of fears,
Sheltered behind a hilltop pretend,
I hover in a limbo,
The unforgiving end,

Ghouls envelope my quivering skin,
Mementos of errors I have made,
I wrestle wildly against myself,
Until I shatter and cascade,

Limo frozen, whimpers warn,
To push my knees against my chest,
To ride out the vicious storm,
Which is- for me- a vital test,

I rose to my feet and defied their words,
And faced the horrors head on,
After what seemed a thousand years,
Appeared the streaming sun,

Hope swelled within my infernal heart,
At the triumph I could see,
By myself I learned to fly,
From faith bloomed belief in me

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We have a unique love,
Untouched, uninhibited,
And unfulfilled,
I have returned now, for final moments,
When we've the debris of four wasted years,
We're still living in the past,
Though we're here now, we meet in the memories
Of stolen kisses, those painful near misses,
I should see
That what's broken can't be mended,
What's weak can't be defended,
I should see,
That we are fighting a losing war,
That we just don't fit together any more

Woman. Soldier.

Don't hear your venom,
I am woman. Hear my roar,
Demon mindset, hero's death,
So I should blush when you put me down?
Nobody crushes my face against the ground,
I am sincerity. Honesty. Longevity,
In a battle, minus honour or humanity,
Top of the world, a fine thing to feel between your fingers,
At parties I dance, carouse and swill,
Becoming the bar. The town is mine,
Now I'm floating on a cloud of passion,
Some girl, some woman, owns both night and day,
I am her and thus I am me,
Woman. Soldier,
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

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I discovered he was my elder self,
From his poetry, dusty on the shelf,
I ascended the epic family tree,
To find what relics he'd left for me,
I longed to unmask the secrets there,
Discover parts of myself somewhere,
I scoured deeply, desperate to know,
Of who I really was, and so,
I climbed right down from branches green,
Reporting back the things I'd seen,
I grew from the leaves of scandals past,
Debauchery, lust, fame- I've learned last,
I sought reassurance that I'm something more,
And I got what I'd been hoping for

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I have tried to think clearly,
I've destroyed myself nearly,
But I've loved you so dearly,
The dice is now cast,

If you want me, it's easy,
You can hug me and tease me,
This love makes me queasy,
We're repeating the past,

What are we now? One?
We've only just begun,
Though we're already done,
As I've had to learn fast,

That love's dangerous, lonely,
You don't even know me,
Our hearts all betray us, see
Love's never made to last

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This summer's day, so dull and down,
The brightest leaves seem a withered brown,
What chance of love- I clutch the twig,
The branch that had joined us was so big,
Today it snaps, it sets with the sun,
For no-one to climb or sit upon,
One less kiss on a collar, bare,
A ghostly revenge I'll render there,
If I can't have my love, then neither can they,
Our tree will not live another day

Thursday 20 August 2009

An Arabesque

An Arabesque


An arabesque shot through my heart,
A cardiac cave where I dance,
Dance like death,
She who dares cares,
She cracks from the pressure of a thousand bricks,
I touch the tips of the icy mist,
I see imps. Elfin sparks whiz through the cracks,
The arabesque, a trinket to me,
Dance, arabesque I bid dance,
Well I see a gloomy sky and it won't give a second chance,
Someplace I lay my home, someplace I lay my hands,
Who was I to let you fly?
The pulmonary prison, the wide open, the broken,
It was I, myself, who scarred the wrists,
When I stopped, looked, listened and then saw you,
It's true.
Sugar from your lips, shrivelled, flying free,
An arabesque stitched into me

Friday 14 August 2009

Welcome :)

Hi everybody :)

This is my page, designed especially for the poetry that I have written. Currently, I have two notebooks full and some spare pieces of paper, all contained in a specialist folder. However, because I want to get my poetry out there and noticed, I thought I'd be a shameless self-promoter and post it online :) Aren't I naughty? Lol. So here, guys....I hope you appreciate, enjoy and respect everything on this page. If you have time, please comment on any poetry you like or find you can relate to. I'd like to hear any recommendations and also any commissions, if anyone would like something written for them.

Thanks guys :D

SJH
xxx