Everything that once was
I put it to you
Everything that could have been
I lay them here too
All those things
I could have known
All those items
I wanted to own
I lay them on the ground
without a sound
Then walk away
to a new day
A new beginning.
© 10/04/2012.
Tuesday, 10 April 2012
Monday, 9 April 2012
Fantasies
If I were born in a mythical world
I wonder who’d I’d have been
A prince or princess
in the most elegant dress
made out of the finest satins
Or perhaps a pauper,
a fishmonger’s daughter,
set for a life of hard labour
Who’d dream of princes
and the tastiest minces
then marry the son of the neighbour
And would there be dragons
perhaps even gryphons
in this world of fantasy?
Maybe talking cats
and egg-laying bats
all living together harmoniously.
But I am me with all my quirks
and sit here with my dreams
With my fairy-tale-long hair
and oft mystical airs
I am never who I might seem
My many tattoos
give few clues
to the person lying inside
A friend, a foe
who could know
because I always like to hide
But for those I like
I just might
give a hint or two
Then let you in
to the fantasy within
tucked between the imaginings of you.
© 09/04/2012.
I wonder who’d I’d have been
A prince or princess
in the most elegant dress
made out of the finest satins
Or perhaps a pauper,
a fishmonger’s daughter,
set for a life of hard labour
Who’d dream of princes
and the tastiest minces
then marry the son of the neighbour
And would there be dragons
perhaps even gryphons
in this world of fantasy?
Maybe talking cats
and egg-laying bats
all living together harmoniously.
But I am me with all my quirks
and sit here with my dreams
With my fairy-tale-long hair
and oft mystical airs
I am never who I might seem
My many tattoos
give few clues
to the person lying inside
A friend, a foe
who could know
because I always like to hide
But for those I like
I just might
give a hint or two
Then let you in
to the fantasy within
tucked between the imaginings of you.
© 09/04/2012.
Wednesday, 15 February 2012
Love's Lullaby
Sleep my love,
the day is done,
but I’ll still hold you close,
as we rest, as one.
Dream my love,
and I’ll fill your mind,
with our beautiful memories,
to last for all time.
Wake my love,
I hold you still in my arms,
and will stay by your side,
as the new day is begun.
© 26/09/2011.
the day is done,
but I’ll still hold you close,
as we rest, as one.
Dream my love,
and I’ll fill your mind,
with our beautiful memories,
to last for all time.
Wake my love,
I hold you still in my arms,
and will stay by your side,
as the new day is begun.
© 26/09/2011.
Tuesday, 14 February 2012
Threads of Time
The lines
that intertwine
Weaving between
the worlds, unseen
Dancing around
without a sound
Letting you breathe
letting you believe
A brief moment
of emotional torrent
A slight touch
a little too much
Before leaving once more
but not the same as before.
The world is changed in its wake.
that intertwine
Weaving between
the worlds, unseen
Dancing around
without a sound
Letting you breathe
letting you believe
A brief moment
of emotional torrent
A slight touch
a little too much
Before leaving once more
but not the same as before.
The world is changed in its wake.
© 05/02/2012.
Monday, 13 February 2012
About this blog...
Now I've never liked writing proper "about" descriptions at the top! But, anyway... As I ought to write an about, here goes... I love writing, poetry or stories (which this blog is intended for) and music, too (which you won't see here, as I have another blog for that!). I've been intending to make a book for all my older poems, but in the meantime... I keep writing! So... This page is for those newer ones, as they appear! Enjoy! :)
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