Piece

No stones thrown

I can taste the air.

Soil and water,

The light of a star,

Life givers.

The heat radiates inside you

You take my breath away

Make me perspire

But I can’t leave.

I saw hello to all inside

Whispering and caressing

Rewarded with treasures

Shining and bold.

The eleven thirty train to sleepsville via stone heart town has left

How do you feel Because I don't know how To. I want to know But Don't lend me your knowledge Just let me know, Tell me Your side of the story Don't let me in the door Just let me peek through the window And catch a glimpse I don't have the time Or the capacity For it all

Summer dress

I trace your shape through it The tops of your thighs Silhouetted, with your back to the sun Your hips Holding it high and holding back the truth Your waist, pulling it in Like the ebb of the tide Your breasts pushing it back Washing it over me I can't stop now. Your neck Bare and fragile Like gold leaf illuminated by that burning star at your back I look closer and watch your pulse for a second or two Wondering how it would feel against my lips A breeze blows Your hair is fire Caught in that slowed wind I taste your perfume on the air Fresh and deep And I'm gone I'm yours and always will be I look down and I see the print And want to leave my prints on it

Burden

I am sick Of the knowledge Of your thoughts Of the potential decision That you could have made Of the responsibility You place on me To look after you The finger That you point at me The moment I don't The moment I'm not there The moment I take for myself I stand accused Betrayal they say Disrespect A lacking love The noose around my heart The dead weight on my shoulders I cannot give in Or give up I do not sell myself as a hero Or even a good man So do not blame me For when I do not do What's right by you. I am sick Of the knowledge Of your thoughts Of the potential decision That you could have made Of the responsibility You place on me To look after you The finger That you point at me The moment I don't The moment I'm not there The moment I take for myself I stand accused Betrayal they say Disrespect A lacking love The noose around my heart The dead weight on my shoulders I cannot give in Or give up I do not sell myself as a hero Or even a good man So do not blame me For when I do not do What's right by you.

Introspective and whatnot

So this poem came from me looking at how I function in a group. I'm inherently a quiet person, but I'm more than happy to talk if I feel I can offer something to the conversation, but quite often I feel like the first line, just there, observing. Especially with people that have recently joined my life, and I don't mean it in a bad way, as I know there is no way I could contribute to years of peoples past or knowledge of their homes, I wasn't there, I didn't know them, and I'm fine with that. I quite like just listening. A silent observer  From over the edges of torn sheets Keep to the daylight To the peripheral shadows  at the edges of your eyes Just wanting to see Not to be Happy to listen And speak within Hiding in plain sight They can all see But not comprehend Or recognise  The distance between The distance within Steal yourself from the participation You have nothing to offer So just hover And exist in front of their eyes But at the back of their minds

Begun

I should preface this by saying I'm not sure that it's finished, but I like where it's at and I don't like having to force more words, so it's done for the moment. I learnt to walk, By following the goat on the mountain side. I learnt to see, By watching the hawk high overhead. I learnt to hear, By listening to the lone coyotes howl. I learnt to speak, By talking to the trees. I learnt touch, By floating in the ocean. I learnt of you, By forgetting everything.

Questioning fate

And whether we are all trapped in it and thinking we are free to decide what we do or whether we actually are. Not that it ultimately matters, you are who you are and you do what you do. She begged With tears on her cheeks Screams in her throat And blood in her hands But I cut him still Watching him drain into the ground And her sink next to him All for what. We all knew this was the way It had to end But just because you know the end You can't stop wanting To hope That it will change How do you fight fate Wether you believe in it Or not How do you know that our actions have consequences Is it a consequence if it's preordained? How can you fool the very thing that's writing your story How do you choose, if the choice was never yours How do you live If the life was never yours to lead If you are lead by some string tied to your soul Tied to the pages we are written on Your life Ink on pages Does someone read us when we pass Or are we just stored on the shelf To impress and gather dust She begged And I cut

Questions of waiting

I find myself In a waiting room The real life Purgatory Realised With seats And nonsensical material With which to 'entertain' And pass the time. I'm Not free And not Accepted, Imprisoned, perhaps, But Just there. Between a boy And a beast Perhaps they symbolise me Perhaps that's why I find myself between And not beside. When they call my name Will we all rise? Or will they be left behind?

Lioness

I was disappointed

Disappointed in a way I never had been before

I gave you my love and support

And you gave me your best

But your best

Through no fault of your own

Could not contend

You were robbed

Of what should have been yours

And despite what happened between us

You still have

Me

Wait, what?

Little fingers never waited So long To be waited Upon Had to weigh out some Gold, or was it silver That had a lighter weight I can't wait for the answer Now that they're waited They can move faster But that's only after They've waited to have The weight lifted To become weight-less