As I sit in my favourite spot in the house my mind wanders to you. The music plays and I just let my thoughts wander along. Sitting here on the kitchen floor back leaning against the washing machine, knees bent and feet against the oven door. I never really noticed just how small this room is before, but here… here in this spot I always feel at peace. I always seem to take the best pics here and always seem to write the best sat here. I’ve had the most funniest and most saddest conversations here. On the kitchen floor…
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Song… Ward Thomas “Carry you home”
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Dark night
sky inky black,
Soft sounding train
goes clickity clack,
Travelling onwards
people like sheep sit inside,
Ignore all the sheeple
train in tunnel it does hide,
Gaze turned outwards
across meadow bare,
Soft tendrils of mists
swirl and stretch so aware,
Mist it gathers stronger
in dyke drain and field,
Car bounce its headlights
mist now fog does not yield,
Blanket the road
just cannot see,
Car screech at junction
a narrow miss to be,
Fog it spreads over
hedgerow and more,
To blanket a forest
so much thicker than before,
Fog entwines with magic
hide forest from all eyes,
Full moon watches on
with incandescent stars across skies,
For deep within this forest
tonight,
So deeply hidden
but with the moons blessing light,
Fairies softly glow
making lights in the trees,
The oldest of oaks
gives the gentlest sneeze,
Rabbits and hares
dance in a ring,
Birds still awake
so breathtakingly sing,
Deers softly drink
from elegant lake,
Mice voles and shrews
make peace with the snake,
Pixies dance
the night away,
An owl hoots a warning
of approaching new day,
Old oaks all give thanks
on the murmuring zephyr,
An echo of thanks
softer than a feather,
Dawn slowly breaking
glorious pinks and gold across skies,
Natures magical hidden world
away from prying eyes…x.
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Song… Nickelback “How you remind me”
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Still sat here mind
worlds away
I just keep thinking
Don’t do this today,
Don’t let your mind
Rake over memories of old,
Dont you know what you have
Is more precious than gold,
Ahhh… I give up on this before I start! Growl…
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Softest of flakes fall
come to rest,
Temperature perfect
they settle so blessed,
Shouted words spoken
with sadness and dread,
I hate you how could you
I wish I was dead,
Anything better
than looking at you…
Door slams
gravel crunch,
Forgive me he implores
she had followed her hunch,
Car started tyres screech
she pulls away fast,
Heart hurting heavy
please don’t let this last,
Flakes come down thicker
a lot faster to,
Hide the icy road
a danger from view,
Take the bend to sharp
weight shifts lose control,
Heart thundering eyes tears
cars on a roll,
Land back on its wheels
embankment so steep,
Car starts to slide
its driver in sleep,
Her last split second
memories of love,
Please guardian angels
hear me above,
Car horn sounds
an eerie warning of dont go,
Car door slams
the screaming of no,
Footsteps pounding
night silence but horns scream,
Please please please please
let this be a dream,
Blood so much blood
landscape painted red,
Please don’t let it be
but there she is dead,
Hair splayed like a halo
face pale like snow,
Even in death
exquisite beauty aglow,
Body all broken
glass all life red,
Her very last words
I wish I was dead…x.
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Written to… Lady Antebellum “Just a kiss”
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I still sit here slipping through the songs, time ticking down the line. My thoughts going into overdrive as it tries to find order in the chaotic disorderly whirlwind that litters the landscape. The multiple layered warren of corridors filled with dank and dusty rooms for me to run down as I chase glinting evocative words singing sweet lullabies like a sultry sirens call… how can I refuse but to follow leaving plumes of dust in my wake. Anything for just a glimpse of some long forgotten treasury of grammatical error free penmanship evoking life to treasured words…. grrrrrr… my mind is going far to fast and I fear I’ll never catch these words I desire. So I stop. Just stop. Full stop. Dead stop. And I see myself inside sat in some long forgotten walk way slowly crumbling with memories age…
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Smile your smile
one smile I melt,
Heart zappingly poetic smile
sparks tingle I felt,
Your arms
so strong,
As wrapped around me
all night long,
Whispering shivers
against my skin,
Trembling rush
sweet pleasure within,
Damn growl… quit this, its a no. I dont like it. It sounds the same as a hundred before I mean just growl… not for me not this time, I’ll peg it on a paper somewhere down the line…
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Maybe I should give up for tonight? Maybe that elusive word or words I’m seeking will come in lucid dreams where soft thoughts spiral echos grazing across my skin… hmmmm? Maybe. Maybe not. Sigh….
Good night.x.
An empty space.... 