Tears

Fresh tears fall
Making trails down my cheeks
Stopping to rest in the corners of my mouth.
I part my lips slightly
The taste of salt meets my tongue.
There is an uncomfortable silence.
Your thumb traces my cheekbones
Wiping away the tears
But the sadness remains.

 

Track records

If love is a game, I don’t want to play it
If love is a speech, I don’t want to say it
If love is a promise, I don’t want to make it
If love is a gift, I’d rather not take it
If love is for life, I’ll take life without love
‘Cause life is for living and that is enough.

 

Waving goodbye

Today I deleted my old website, from the days when I used to write poems and lyrics on a regular basis. I started it in 2005, on the 4th August, so almost three years ago. It’s so strange to look back at what I wrote. I copied and pasted every word, so that I can keep it all. Every verse, every memory. It makes me quite sad to see how bad I felt. Obviously some of it is terribly written, as you would expect from a fourteen-year-old who didn’t even take any sort of interest in the English language. But some of it… some of it I don’t believe I could write these days. That is partly down to feelings and emotions. I am less angry than I used to be. But part of it is simply down to the fact that I wouldn’t think of writing in that way any more. It seemed to just flow. Now when I try to write, it comes out wrong, I can’t successfully convey what I am trying to get across, but before, every word and phrase meant something, and even if i was the only one who understood it, it didn’t matter, because it was personal. Special. And even now I can still match the words up with what was going on at the time. Pinpoint the exact moment when I felt a certain way. And now it all seems so silly, so small.

 

Magician

Magician
Can you take me
Away?
I’m tired of being here

Magician
Take the thoughts from
My head
I’m tired of thinking

Magician
Can you make it
Better?
I think I’ve had enough

 

Bear trap

You traced my outline on the wall
You thought I had the right look
Maybe you would have thought differently
Had you known it was me
If you haven’t forgotten I exist

And maybe one day you’ll remember me
As that girl you once knew
But not quite remember
Where you knew me from

I’d like to think it will be different

 

Je suis

I am a cup of tea with one too many sugars.
I am your least favourite song on repeat.
I am your worst enemy.
I am the sea that washes away your sandcastle.
I am the scratch on your new bicycle.
I am the single dark cloud in a brilliant blue sky.
I am the tear in your favourite dress that you just can’t seem to mend.
I am a headache that refuses to go away.
I am your best friend.

 

To those that bring the hatred

Damson, crimson, copper, peach
Why is love so out of reach?
No feelings of joy can fill my heart
When others and I are far apart

Copper, crimson, damson, peach
What good does this lesson teach?
Flesh and blood and bones askew
Only the strong could make it through

Crimson, copper, damson, peach
Inadequacy drains me like a leech
Sky so blue and grass so green
No longer for myself are seen

Damson, copper, crimson, peach
Why is love so out of reach?
Hatred fills my every pore
There to stay, my flesh to store

 

A lament, with brief references to Autumn, and serving no real purpose

The leaves are falling all around, softly hitting harder ground. The wind whispers his lullaby, as weeping angels close their eyes. They’ll drift into a dreamworld soon, with all illuminated by the moon and soon they’ll find they dream no more, this dreamworld’s real, safe and pure and here they’ll stay forever more. The leaves are falling all around, softly hitting harder ground. The wind whispers his lullaby, as once again an angel dies.