Labyrinth
What are you now but an extension of my mind.
student, 17, london ~ constantly on the look out for inspiration
What are you now but an extension of my mind.
We could always act like the best of friends, Eternally connected by something. Untangible thoughts that our hearts would send, Those unworded lines that silently sing. Ever in denial, hiding feeling.
All the best for 2013 guys, Always remember 2012, it's been brilliant. God Bless you all..
We had drifted often Between the ends of Goodbye and hello Our hellos prepared for The coming goodbyes; Our goodbyes dreaming Of the future hellos..
A letter, would be nice Preferably one that explained, Everything truthfully, no lies One that outlined what Your intentions were, Are, whatever they may be I wouldn't be scared to Find out what,...
Our times together were always stolen, Brief encounters that occured at random, Selected, it seemed, from chance's cards, Fleeting moments that were never planned.
The field behind my house was endless Reaching out into forever through a haze of lime green And impossible gold, like dust sprinkled On the surface of a lacquered table that gleams Beneath...
It's sad how we forgot. How to be together,. Such a shame that we let go. Of the ease of existence. When we were hit. By the cooling weather,. When summer had lost. Its brilliant sheen and the.
We continue as if nothing Had happened to us As if our memories Had vanished. Like we had Never ever Collided..
You see, I'm trying. Trying my absolute hardest To keep hold of all those Memories I had stored, Guarded and locked Deep within me.
Remember when you'd start conversations At one in the morning Because all we were doing Was both refusing to sleep, Choosing instead to revel in Our post midnight thoughts, When the darkness...
Y esterday's memories are far from O ld, but relived again and again, U nending conversations about N othing.
I didn't know how to react The first time a guy Paid for my coffee. 'I'll pay for both' he said Not thinking twice as he did so Watching my reaction as he did so. Then smiling to himself, happy.
I only saw it through a video, Those children suffering, their Tears drying on their cheeks As their breathing is stolen By their own people, the same Men they were taught to call Father, uncle,...
I've never had my heart broken in two Not yet. Not really. Only cracked. Perhaps I'm still too young, too naive to have experienced This thing that people call passion, love.
It's been one of those weeks When you've just been there. Right there.
I remember how you made me feel Everything else I've tried to forget Nothing else was worth keeping No other photograph was needed Besides that one with the smile A beam on my face, that showed...
No it didn't mean anything When I was dancing with him Eyes seeing each other But only on the surface. Of course it meant nothing.
Sometimes When the world Is quiet enough I can hear my Own visions Buzzing around The room like Lost honey bees Searching for Flowers in an Ocean of grey Pessimism and Blackened walls That...
Everytime I hear that song. The word 'you' appears. And I see our memories. Dancing on strands of morning sun. And morning air. The tune to follow and lyrics to know,. All played softly on my mind,.
It all felt natural today, There was nothing fake about it, Everything seemed just as real As the trees that surrounded us And the buildings that lay before us.
All in a line Perfect pearls, Of morning dew Caught in the webs Of tiny weavers Invisible dreamers Big ambitions, Larger visions, Their artwork Seen only when The rain begins to fall..
The bus rumbles as it pauses, Along the busy city street, Where a traffic jam lies waiting, Beneath the summer's burning heat.
I still wonder how you are today, What sort of person you became After years of never seeing, Could we ever be the same.
I'm always aiming to write The perfect words for a perfect poem A poetry that speaks not only of - Disjointed words, and flowerly rhymes, I do not write for pennies and dimes.
It's time to take a chance Make a decision and go with it, There's no point, none at all in Lingering and lingering, Growing ever insane As indecision eats you up.
Well, it was never Us There was always you, always me But there was never quite Us. - On a bench we'd sit Looking out at the same place, Breathing the same morning air, Filled with early summer...
All leaving tomorrow One by one, the year above The older guys and older girls Who used to be just kids like us In the playground throwing Water balloons.
Why are you so distant, yet so near. It feels like an ocean lies between us, But we're holding hands, Arms stretched over crashing waves With our fingers interlocked, Cold waters biting beneath us.
Fate, it's a strange thing. It acts at the weirdest times Never when you want it to, And always when you're not looking, Unexpecting, ever deceiving.
I'll always remember those afternoons spent stranded on the veranda, watching as rain poured endlessly from above.
Have you ever asked your mum Your dad, your grandparents About the stories they hold, And the tales they remember. The ones of a life before You were ever even thought of Let alone existed.
It's the simplest things we remember The things that should go unnoticed A small innocent morning smile, A sideways glance caught only once For the shortest, briefest while.
It's hard to forget someone who gave you so much to remember..
When you find someone Who always makes you smile, No matter where, no matter when. And can just make your day better, That much better. Tell them how you feel, And it will all make sense.
There is a place Far away from here, Way beyond that horizon, Up and over those shadowed hills, Where the frangrant scent Of mangoes fills the air. Ripe. Powerful.
I'm treading slowly in my dreams. Trying not to awaken the ghost That lingers deep in my subconcious. One that devours all thoughts. One face that dismisses all emotion.
You're bizarre you are, that's what you are. can't make up your mind: be cruel or be kind. And the words that you say, every night, every day. The way that you act and the games that you play.
Is there a word to describe the feeling of touching down on home turf After a long needed holiday, The rubber hitting the tarmac, watching the city lights glitter Beneath the giant wings of the giant...
Okay, but since when. Since when did I fall as quick as a rock Into the pit that trapped me in And choked me and gagged me And kicked me as I fought it. Tried to punch it Tried to stop it.
'getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air' - Sarah Kay,...
The truth about writing is that you can make the present the past; you can write about something as though it was already over.
Fridays don't have to be parties til dawn. Sometimes they are, and it's fun at this age. An excuse to stay up, be young, make friends A time to act and do whatever on stage.
People tell me it's easy to believe in a God that a growing population fails to accept They tell me it's childish to seek his help, To thank him, talk to him and show respect It's a fairytale they...
Thousands of people we may meet On the street, on the bus, on the train Never to see again. With hundreds of people we may speak A word or two, ideas and thought The wars we fought.
Why is it that everytime we speak, we talk, we laugh I lose the track of time around Where we sit or stand or walk And the world goes quiet for just a while But enough for me to see To feel, to...
Playing eternally in my mind like an old film tape wound Around my thoughts, my heart Starts.
The memories held inside my mind still hum with a quiet tune Tethered by the thinnest thread, that was made to break too soon.
I think when I see you The world will sink from beneath My feet; and I'll fall.
Startling was the sky today. The morn had made it bleak. Yet soon we passed the winter noon and the freeze was oddly weak. The sun exploded into amber fragments. Crystalised in the heat.
Dwindling was the spark that first set fire to my heart Like tinder in the blaring sun, my thoughts were set aflame Something clicked right from the start, turned out to be a game Dwindling were...
'You meet thousands of people and none of them really touch you. And then you meet one person and your life is changed forever.' - Love & Other Drugs.