Fleeting as a bird, you looked at me.
It feels like... I'm finally ready, you know. I feel happy I feel peaceful I feel prepared. I tried so long to be perfect: To gain control of it all, And wake up each morning with spirit and hope.
I can't describe it, I'm... I'm just standing there. And. It's not like any thing's stopping me, And it's not like any things making me... But I just don't move.
Every morning, I would slip unnoticed Into the coffee shop, with a tinkle of a bell, And seat myself at the table by the window In the warm light that pours through the glass.
I walk home - alone this time - Hands forced deep into my warm pockets; Red hat pulled down tight over my ears.
I've never been a 'glass half full' person.
A warm feeling has washed over me As slow as the moons rolling tides And lifted my body from the sand.
I remember it well: As if I kept the butterflies In a little, dusty glass jar, And am peering through the scratches To watch their paper-thin wings shiver.
Inside the offices, the dim and yellow strip lighting Gives hollow light, reluctantly, to those who sit below In rows, at desks with rings of coffee staining deep into them Like faint reminders of...
I am sailing to a better place, With the wind in my hair, Wrapped safely in the ivory folds of a sail While the rolling currents lead me.
I'm sitting here, Trying to look pretty, and Sitting in a way that makes my legs look Long and smooth as polished wood, And graceful - like a dancers.
The rising of old Suns, blazing in the vespertine sky, Thorough my window, burst wide Brings back a thousand sensations I have not felt Since before I last saw your tall, dark figure Disappearing...
Londons winding streets. And sprawling crowds. Call to me, with. Diversity and uniformity,. Monochrome and a. Gaudy melted on the fire,. Regimentation and cut-and-stick. Then and now,.
In the early morning light Nothing seems to have any colour, Which I never knew before now: Consolation, perhaps. A little extra knowledge to ease the pain.
I slipping into the hot, fragrant waters, Releasing a resounding "Aaahhh..." As my muscles tense, and then loosen, Relaxing and - for once - remaining so.
I pass through the silent crowd Seeing clusters of faces, curiously peeking in the candlelight, Their soft skin glimmering in the yellow flame Their eyes invisible in shadow, Except for the sharp...
One foot tracing the path of the other Which passed before it, and stepped carefully Onto the soft, blossom-littered forest floor, I walk, half in a dream through the glade With the beams of...
The pear tree Stands tall Silver bark, Flaking from its Gnarled branches "Pluck a pear" It whispers "And I will Heal your soul" It hushes My heart was So broken, I felt That I needed healing.
Springing through the underbrush, Barely grazing the fallen leaves of dwindling summer That have skittered to the ground in the new falling of rain The Doe dances In the bands of evening light That...
I remember I was cold, because it was early in December, And overnight it had snowed.
Love isn't easy, Love isn't perfect: Love is ridiculous, stressful, Love makes you cry It's instinctive, yet so complicated And so hard to work out.
Merry christmas opussians. xxxxx.
We both knew that this moment would come We both knew that a time would come when You and I could no longer live in this fragile fantasy; Where we lay for hours in the warm, midday sun, With the...
I am in Bletchley, dressed all in black As the bell tolls softly in the distance Past hushed clusters of drifting blackbirds, Flying South, Ashes become dust And a dull silence hangs deadened...
Pax sat on his cloud, cold and wet in the October rain. The sky was a dull shade of grey, streaked with uneven patches of navy rain clouds.
Many years ago now (though it seems much more) the young prince Auletes - whom was the sixth son of the king of whose garden I manned - sat on his bedroom windowsill late one summer night.
Leaning against the wall, Larissa pushes a thumb into the back of her stiletto And slips it off her foot.
I run my fingertips softly along Row after row of colourful spines Which wait, anticipating the biting of my lip And furrowed brow Leaning in to read their title And select them with a pointed...
I have often thought On silver-mist hazed days, Punctuated by the soft beat of the rain on the glass: What would I whisper to you Huddled close under a collapsed wall, and Clutching you tight,...
She sits, alone at the bar A dry martini in a crystal-cut glass Balanced between her slender fingers Which, in the hazy smoke of her cigarette Drip with diamonds that wink and glitter In the low...
Your downy eyelashes flutter ever so slightly As the pleasant glow of dawn begins to swell, slowly, And overflow like honey Between the horizontal slats of my dusty blind.
I could not hear a thing Except the Hazy burden of a misplaced birdsong, Elegant as a hushed psalm, Echoing far away with the vagueness of separation.
Pax sits alone on a silvery cloud, clasping his hands around a young star for warmth.
On the tumbling grey mountains of Skye Upon Drint, she stands, tiny and pale; her body thin and frail as a child's.
One fateful night, when the rain thundered down, A prince slept alone Under his eiderdown He dreamed of a lover With silken red hair And they lived happily ever after, A wonderful pair And what do...
She pushed with tiny fumbling hands Through the endless folds of soft fur coats, Her trembling fingers slipping through, feeling for space, Tiny snowflakes falling and melting away on her hot pink...
I lay in bed, unmoved by the breaking of dawn, And stare out across my room Which, since I stirred Has become gradually crowded with the misty memories Of long-since melted winters, and crisp summer...
Wild thing caterwauls, late at night: Glittering bright and eyes wide As I sit at my windowsill, looking on.
How could James do this... How dare he. They used to be so in love, so smitten... Now look. Stone cold heartbreak.
She lives like a candle at dusk,. Flickering in the warm summer breeze,. And casting soft shadows with a golden glow,. Unnoticed, but relied upon in so many ways. She lives like a candle at dusk,.
"For years, I have surrounded myself With the most fucked up people.
How does it happen.
In the bitter winter snow,. Which falls around us, crisp and fine. A cosmic sugar which melts away. To nothing more than a suggestion of morning frost. And a red-blush shiny nose.
"If you were to travel at the speed of light, you would never age".
The silver hour comes in wreaths and boughs, Winding round our ankles Like smoke from the fire You'll never see it coming I swear to god You'll never feel it, But when you wake in the...
Slow movers, whispering softly Into each others perfumed necks, Creamy hand to tailored shoulder, Wise palm placed loosely on the elegant waist Of a girl named Rose With lips a shade of blush Slow...
Once I saw you, and I knew you had this... Zing This sparky, blinking, wide eyed gaudiness, you Blinded everyone with your nature.
At dawn, we went sailing on that crisp winter day. Calling and crowing on the salty crystal waves. You shrieked and whistled, your smile; pearly white.
In the truth of it, I am a tiny green-grey bean, Hard and fleshy, with much growing to do Waiting, dormant and anticipating Beneath the sleepy soil For summer time.
Soft skinned, thin legged, red lips and bony hips Smoky eyed, wink each sin like a beat I'll run if you tell me, I'll bite my lip harder I'll drink until I'm on the floor "My, she's an animal, she...
Ruben climbed his ladder high. Every rung, up to the sky. As sleepily, the world below. Began to quiet down and slow. As it was with every night,. Rubens job was to hide the light.
A hundred guests Each draped in jewels and silk, Swirl around each other like smoky ink in water Filling the air with music and laughter.
The ballerina takes one final gaze in the looking glass. In the dim, flickering bulbs that frame her mirror, her skin is silvery and shimmers like a fish.
I am old with thin, grey hair, With blue-green eyes and a distant stare, But inside I am dancing and my hair is spun gold, And I am whirling and laughing, I will never be old.
As I looked at Josephine I saw many things A pair of big round eyes, bright blue and glazed Framed with a fan of thick, dark lashes That are pricked with beads of water Like melted snowflakes in...
How I long To curl deep into the tunnels Of the endless cradle Scooped in swathes of silky cloth That curves, handmade, around my body Protecting me, Leaving me safe and warm enough To close my...
Sugary shards of crystal tears, Have fallen from my eyes for years But morning breaks and that has ended And there sits you, and my heart has been mended.
Patiently and quietly, I watch your dark figure disappear over the horizon Not looking back, A curse pressed on the inside of your mouth And a tear rolls, glassy and not belonging to me Down a...
I sit quietly in the oak tree across the river from her house, And wait, patiently, counting birds, clouds and flowers, Until she skips down the steps of her town house Whistling, rushing, ruffling...
Angel-soft; a tone bright and pure as a prayer Floats iridescent and glittering Across nights blindness, With dark clouds; it's dulled stars; Raindrops falling (not like pearly joy, but tears).
Growing up is nothing more than taking the pieces of yourself that you have found along the way so far, and sewing them together one by one to complete yourself..
Rain is such a pretty thing, Scattering dew drops on a whim Skittering down each pane of glass, Glittering quietly in the grass.
Lay me round in the thistle-down. Brushing softly on my skin,. Make a bed of scarlet roses. So fragrant will my end have been. Line my hair with daisies fair. Hide each red and shining mark.
Not once do you say a word. Not once do your soft lips part to utter a note. But in so many ways, you say more than I ever could. Inexpressible, yet so undeniable to me.
A path, long and winding, So long since trod upon, green shoots have sprouted Across its direction And now sway softly, Interrupted only by weeds and thistles Accidentals in the melody The embowered...
I clear my mind.
In this desolate, dry landscape. You are a sprig of heather. Peeking out defiantly. Between the flat, grey stones. All you want to do, is show. How you can grow vertically. Cheating gravity.
All the man with the wooden heart needs Is a girl with a single match Who is willing to ignite a fire that won't go out.
What subtle twist, What cosmic risk, Made me end up like this?.
A thousand new faces Bob to view me like pale balloons in a bundle, With their strings held by my hand. Lets just say... Time to fill them with some more hot air..
Slowly, I loop the cotton through the eye of my needle, and thread it through.
She picks her way through the rocks behind the dune, A frail, lonely wisp of a person Nothing more, I think, than a shell, As she reaches each hand forward To steady A frame that sways like a dying...
Sweetly she sings, slowly, softly, Holding her beautiful face aloft, she Lures the sailors past the waves, And lays them down in watery graves.
In the sun where I lay, I harden and brown like a soft little nut Hanging from a branch Not yet full grown In the sun where I lay.
Alexander tucks the last of the flags in the crook of his elbow, and made his way up the tiny winding path that curls around Drint hill.
I awake: new, clean, my eyes blinking in the bright daylight, Shielding my tear-stained face with a shaking hand.
[I wrote a poem called 'spark' a while back, and have decided that some some things have changed in my life, and the poem has to as well.
Last night I slept with the thought of you in my arms, Our silvery limbs entwined Each dreaming under the long moon As it shone through the branches of the tree by my window Not burning bright...
One day, When I am older I will sip From a champagne glass And then wipe the stain My lipstick has made Off the rim With my thumb When I am older, I will break the hearts Of many adoring men And...
Pretty little neat kisses Drop like small raindrops that drip Upon my lips A smatter, a spit of glitter So bright, a little bitter A shine in your eye, a frosty gloss, Each wishful kiss, brief and...
"Winter splinter, made of ice, A shard of glass, a piece of rice, A sugar lump. a piece of sand!" A snowflake falls upon my hand.
I cup the tiny spitting spark of our love in my hands, Shielding it from the bitter winds of distance I will do everything to keep it alight.
Laid out like a newborn children. We are soaking up rich pools of light. dripping through the branches of the canopy above. Pouring slowly over our bodies like honey,.
She's the secret keeper, And she plays a tricky game, The consequences differ, But the price remains the same.
I know a boy who wears a grin Because he gave a girl some gin And then she kissed his skin and lips and mind.
our souls mix together in clouds of powder paint, and we're mixed forever, in our little world, so quaint.
Sweet, numb kisses, dusted with snowflakes, Your sharp blue eyes a crispy realisation that I have never been this happy in Winter.
This is an extract from my childhood diary, 17 days after the death of my eight year old sister, Isobel. Dear Universe I think about her sometimes, when the whole house is quiet.
I pause Everything is quiet A calm, white stillness seeps in through the carpet Nothingness fills me as I feel numinous I feel filled with air Clean, complete, this is the end, This is how I die, I...
We sat curled around each other in the window seat of my cluttered apartment, our legs linked around each other for warmth and company.
I have this instinct to open the door,. I have a craving to see so much more,. I have an urge,. To feel the surge,. of a thousand sighs as I pass by,. "what a waste of a girl,.
It was as if the whole world was blooming around her, everything was changing, everything was moving and growing, melting into each other, sparking against one another, exploding, vaporising.
You sat on the shore. And I stood on the cliff,. And we both were wondering,. Wondering if. You could live above water,. Or a tail I could grow. But then you swam away,. And I stood alone.
I am gazing into your soft blue eyes Watching the waves lap at the white sands where your iris ends Searching for meaning in them as you tell me you love me Wanting some proof you are my soul...
I find myself drifting Before, it was as if I was asleep at the bottom of a dark, murky lake, with the silt and the waterweed curling around me, Growing around my shape Enveloping me.
Burn the books Break the clocks Cheat the crooks Shoot the fox.
I feel like I should probably share something with you. Something... Maybe you won't understand, but you should think about, just for a bit.
If you stray to the downtown bars,. There are gentlemen smoking stale cigars,. They strum away at broke guitars,. Their faces streaked with faded scars,. Their crumpled suits and scuffed old shoes,.
Allie pins the sky up Every single night, Becuase he wants the dark to stay, And he wants, with all his might.
Once upon a time, In a far away land, A blown-glass heart Lay upon the sand, And the waves rubbed it raw, upon the shingle-stones, until it broke in half, And shattered all its bones.
Paper cranes and necklace chains Poscards left out in the rain, Making origami aeroplanes, We're looking out for brand new trains Umber-ellas, pumpkin pie, Bluebirds flying, way up high, mushroom...