I’m Alive

I wish to write a novel
A beautiful tale of woe
I wish to be an adventurer
Into the pages I’ll go

I wish to be more than I am
Than I’ve been
I wish to rewire my brain
Delve deep within

I wish to execute the demons
That fear has fed, allowing them to thrive
I wish to remind my soul
I’m here, I’m alive

There’s Something About You

Theres something
Something about you
In the way you talk
The air where you walk
Something
Relaxing
Enchanting
Detracting
From all the pain I’d felt before
Theres something
Something about you
About the way you hear my thoughts
Without a word
Without a look
You know
My own mind; more out of touch
Theres something about
Something about you
About the way your eyes hypnotise
Recognise the pain
And wash it away
Theres something
Something about you
Something about the way you know
Everything about me
Without a word
Without a look
Your touch;
My medicine

Between Sheets and Blankets

Secrets shared

Between sheets and blankets

Exposing flaws

Adoring them

Whispers heard

Under the glow of candlelight

Memories revealed

Puzzling beauty

Blossoming care

In your arms safety

New love

New eyes

What is it?

My head is aching, it wont go away

This pain I feel inside

I feel it there, almost every day

And it’s getting harder to hide

Is it fear or is it guilt?

For all that I’ve done wrong

But if this is a punishment

Must it go on for so long?

I can’t understand, what is it?

Thats made me feel this way

Please tell me what to do

To keep the anxiety at bay

Like That Feeling…

Like that feeling when you miss a step on the stairs

Like that feeling when you’re halfway between consciousness and sleep, you roll slightly and feel yourself ‘falling’

Like that feeling when you’re running for the train as you can hear one pulling away from the platform, you can’t see it but you’re sure it’s yours

Like that feeling when you’re late to class but you can see through the door that everyone else is there

Like that feeling when you leave on time, you’re going to arrive on time, and you realise you left the one thing you needed to bring, at home

Like that feeling when the doctor tells you the one thing you wished they wouldn’t

Like that feeling when you stand in front of the mirror dressed in your best black clothes, willing yourself to make it through another funeral

Like that feeling where it couldn’t get any worse but you know life will find a way

Like that feeling where you’re all alone

Like that feeling, all the time, like that feeling.

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