I'm not entirely happy with this one... work in progress I guess:
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I know what is looming for this crystal glass
Posed on the surfaced, wavering breath
It weeps of the liquid that’s in it
Hanging onto it’s edge
It turns in slow motion
Short distance to harm
Twists through its fall
The un-calm after storm.
Sunday, 19 October 2008
Saturday, 18 October 2008
The Unread
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Unread words
Appear here
Some to do with you
Yet unread, disregarded
Not of any use
Pointless, endless numbness
Thoughts strung together here
One by one, retarded
Remain unread, discarded.
Unread words
Appear here
Some to do with you
Yet unread, disregarded
Not of any use
Pointless, endless numbness
Thoughts strung together here
One by one, retarded
Remain unread, discarded.
Left Behind
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You took me in the deep end
So your soul be paired with mine
To help you tread the waters
And shine you till you shine
The water dark and hasty
Unforgiving at the brim
Below the silver lining calm
And alas you pulled me in
Still water filled with specs
As if made of fallen stars
Fasten all my senses still
And blur the re-occurring scars
Water filled with echoes
Of my beating knowing heart
Cotton filled my ears to deafness
Too dry to words impart
Amongst the choking stillness
Separated from your waiting gown
You commence upon ascending
And leave me there to drown.
You took me in the deep end
So your soul be paired with mine
To help you tread the waters
And shine you till you shine
The water dark and hasty
Unforgiving at the brim
Below the silver lining calm
And alas you pulled me in
Still water filled with specs
As if made of fallen stars
Fasten all my senses still
And blur the re-occurring scars
Water filled with echoes
Of my beating knowing heart
Cotton filled my ears to deafness
Too dry to words impart
Amongst the choking stillness
Separated from your waiting gown
You commence upon ascending
And leave me there to drown.
Sunday, 12 October 2008
Too busy
Don’t say that you’ve been busy
Don’t tell me you have other plans
Your words slowly break me
And pick on my vital glands.
You tell me you are broken
You tell me you’re unfair
I say that you are cared for
I whisper how your soul is rare.
I’d remind you through all ticking
Of how scarce it is to find
A heart that bleeds and tenders
Despite our lonely bind.
And as I want to tell you
And as your grief I want to ease
You tell me you are busy
And you have other plans .
Don’t tell me you have other plans
Your words slowly break me
And pick on my vital glands.
You tell me you are broken
You tell me you’re unfair
I say that you are cared for
I whisper how your soul is rare.
I’d remind you through all ticking
Of how scarce it is to find
A heart that bleeds and tenders
Despite our lonely bind.
And as I want to tell you
And as your grief I want to ease
You tell me you are busy
And you have other plans .
Monday, 6 October 2008
Would you tell me?
Would you tell me
If you were hurt, and bleeding
Would you let me nurse you
If someone cut you deep
Would you let me wipe away the hurt
Would I cause you disconcert
If by your side I’d want to be
If someone bruised you
Or scared your skin
Would you tell me
Would you let me share your pain
Will you let me burden and attain
The route of all your woes
The source of your graze
To hold your heart in my comforting hand
And cradle you to peace
Would you give me this, my sweet
And tell me?
If you were hurt, and bleeding
Would you let me nurse you
If someone cut you deep
Would you let me wipe away the hurt
Would I cause you disconcert
If by your side I’d want to be
If someone bruised you
Or scared your skin
Would you tell me
Would you let me share your pain
Will you let me burden and attain
The route of all your woes
The source of your graze
To hold your heart in my comforting hand
And cradle you to peace
Would you give me this, my sweet
And tell me?
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