twenty seventeen
I think the most ordinary thing in the world
is being different
- fri 20/01/17
Stick us together with glue,
sketch me- I'm your muse,
let your hands find the portrait of out love
drawn in lead;
it fades, effortlessly
as we will,
I'm the playwright,
you're my star,
colour my world,
passion; beauty; drama
meet us here,
perform for them life the first time
Lace me tight around your ankles,
tie around your waist,
reach for me in your dance,
feel my weight as you lay,
my grasp as you stand,
beautiful, beautiful.
go to the gallery, visit the theatre,
stand for the applause,
for tonight we are art,
for tonight we are alive.
-
And I'm still not sure why but the tears came falling-
First a gentle stream,
river,
ocean,
drowning.
I was still painted in mud,
rain ricocheting off my coat
onto the cold, hard stone.
Grey-
so much grey.
Tripping on my own steps,
a stranger to my body,
knees folded by some other worldly force
Wet; ice; hard
Pavement.
Feeble fingertips drawing patterns on the old rotting wood
slipping,
s l i p p i n g,
blood.
The cracks became my thoughts,
broken, tarnished, used.
The past and the present fold into one.
Free spirit. Young. Naive.
Trapped.
Old. Wise.
Nostalgia I think they call it.
Hell I think I'll call it.
I think we have grown,
I'm different.
It was a fence.
I climbed it once,
once.
Someone broke it.
I don't know who it was, but
I hate them.
A fence.
For Gods sake it was only a fence
But it was my fence-
my fence that I climbed once-
and someone broke it.
Maybe it was more than a fence
Maybe its a metaphor
I don't know.
And I'm still not sure why but the tears came falling-
First a gentle stream,
river,
ocean,
drowning.
- it was just a fence
And I'll stare at the stars like you told me to,
waiting patiently for any sign of you.
- stargazing//3.04am 24/1/17
Although I find you in the night sky
and the chair you used to sit on,
nothing compares to having you here.
In arms length.
Holding me as I cry, cry, cry
- I just miss you a lot
It's when the sun shines it's very brightest that
I think of you.
A happy thought of course;
Of your smile, your laugh, your beautiful face.
And on sunny days your light shines from within
me.
Those ethereal rays beam forth onto the Earth,
and I, like you, look beautiful.
I think that's love.
- 8/1/17
I don't know if I believe in fate, but I believe in
the chance that we always end up back with each
other.
In the fact you can leave for months- years even-
but I always find you and you always find me.
I believe in those long, slow walks. In those late
night messages. In those evening drives. In the
way your smile spreads across your face. In our
catch up chats and the meaningful ones too. I
believe in the way you make me laugh and the
way you hold me together when I'm falling apart-
even if you don't know it.
I believe in magic. In the damningly cruel world
we live in. In watching Harry Potter and drinking
cold cups of coffee. I believe in driving round a
million roundabouts. In terrible music. In old
movies. In talent.
I believe in you.
In us.
In fate-
I guess.
- fate
Tell society no.
Demand respect.
Burn like the brightest fire you've ever seen.
Glow like the sun itself is burning beneath your
skin.
For once be the opposite of graceful.
Don't become "just a girl",
Become a statement.
- international women's day
If it doesn't rain,
the garden won't grow.
- courage
A breath of fresh air
- thats what you were to me
Don't tell me you've felt paint until you've
stood there and watched someone fall out of
love with you
- hung up
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