If you were all the elements Of the earth, air, water, fire You would still be more than all combined You would shake the earth and change the tides Be the greatest storm and the hottest pyre And I would still worship you from afar The deepest truth and the deepest lie Continue reading Elemental. A poem.
The essence of you Like perfumed tea A higher state of being Rain falling on the sea And the solitude of trees Taking me away To a far better place The essence of you Continue reading Essence. A poem.
My heart beat Skips Flutters When you’re near Not a heart attack (At least I hope not) Not indigestion (Couldn’t be) Butterflies Nerves Anxiety Confusion (Obviously) If only I could Pull myself together Long enough To tell you How I Feel (Not the indigestion) Sometimes I’d like to punch Myself In The Face To wake me up So I could tell you How much I need you But by the time I get through All of this You’re gone Damn Continue reading Flutter. A poem.
The rain falls And every drop Is a memento A moment of you Remembered And merging Into a pool Of longing That grows By the hour Until the sun Comes out And every Shiny fragment Disappears And like you It’s gone Continue reading Memento. A poem.
My very last breath Suspended and succinct Drawn fatefully in duress Through a lifetime of failure And subdued success A turn of the corner Like a turn in my eye A fitful melancholy Forever present in mind My black dog companion Always here by my side The pall of loneliness More expansive than pride Who is there to remember All the good that I did All gone now, replaced By a requiem of sins And what now of love? In truth, all I needed That unrequited soul To whom my heart seceded This very last breath Perhaps like this will … Continue reading Last Breath. A poem.
Do you dance Upon my grave A smile and a tear Washing away the dirt Do you twist Do you turn Arms upraised Do you hate me Do you miss me In a frozen moment Do you dance for you Or for who we were Continue reading Dance. A poem.
These souls have travelled far Worn down to the quick In need of retreads And emotional glue So they can walk Together again Continue reading Souls. A poem.
I saw you again today. You hadn’t changed at all, but of course I shouldn’t have expected you too. After all, it had been but a few weeks, and nobody can be expected to change much in that time. Your … Continue reading The Spell. A short tale.
You were a little thief Who stole my life away With lies and deceits I was the little thief Who turned your life around With misguided conceit Behind our facades We were together as one Just little thieves And now our day is done Continue reading Little Thieves. A poem.
Awkward Somewhat awkward glance I should look her in the eye My reservation Enigmas Small talk at table Wondering if she’s like me Enigmatic souls Fear I should ask her out Fear gets the better of me Together alone Love myself some haiku. No better way to express poetic whiles then in the confines of a 5/7/5 syllabic structure. I could build a wealth of poems on such a foundation. You can read more of my haikus here. Continue reading The Dance. A Haiku Trilogy.
I placed you on a pedestal Now you’re too far For me to reach Story of my life Continue reading Pedestal. A poem.
Fingers dance Rhythm and rhyme Enticed from wood And strings of steel Peerless sensuality Entranced, sublime The muse alive in me Music is my true love. And it loves me back, assuredly. Continue reading Muse. A poem.
When I’m here Alone (as always) Projecting random thoughts Internalising fears Rejecting self I think of you Though you know me Not at all I live in hope That one day You will Unrequited love. It lives on in our hearts and minds, the very minds that hold us back from expressing that love. And so we carry it inside, hiding it away, dreaming of the day we might set it free. I write a lot of poems about it. Someday my torch will burn for all to see. Until then, I will continue to smoulder and write and dream. Continue reading One Day. A poem.
What I want Isn’t what I get What I need Is your respect Your love, your trust Together wed To put the past Finally to bed Continue reading Need. A poem.
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