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There will be times

when your mind will be dark,

When that happens let me in

and I’ll be your candle your spark,

And there will be days

where you’ll feel alone,

I want you to know

your never on your own,

When things go wrong

and nothing goes your way,

I’ll stand beside you

take your hand and face the gray,

And sometimes we’ll argue

accusations will be said,

But know that I care for you

and I have not fled,

Instead I am here

right by your side,

Even though you’ve got secrets

and things that you hide,

Maybe given time

you’ll trust me a little more,

One day given time

you might not close every door,

And I guess there are times

you feel anger inside,

When things like this happen

from you I won’t hide,

Sometimes things are hard

but please don’t give in,

Even when it’s to much 

and makes your head spin,

I guess there are times

when you want to walk away,

Just give it one more chance

guess I’m asking please stay….

.x.

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Just a thought.

  There was once a girl who wanted so badly to visit a small island, in the center of a very large, very deep lake. Every day she walked along the shore of the lake looking at the small island. Every day a boat asked her if he could take her. Every day she politely declined.
   This went on for many months with the girl looking forward to the boat talking to her. Slowly she found she began to care a great deal for the boat, and delighted in talking to it every day.
  One day as the girl was walking along the shore to the boat, he again asked her if he make take her to the island? He said…. I love you and care for you. I will never do you harm, I care far to much. Let me take you to the island, you are a butterfly that deserves to roam a place as beautiful as that. I will wait for you and I am here for you. Never letting you go. The girl listened and thought the boat cared very deeply. She said yes and together they went to the island.
  The girl had an amazing time exploring. She delighted in the things she saw such happiness made her bloom anew. When light started to fade, the girl went back to the shore of the island to the boat. The boat was gone. She looked and looked and called and called. The boat had left her alone.
 
Be careful who you trust….

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Little Thought….

….I was writing the word meant earlier
   and I wrote it the way I always do when I’m not thinking…. “ment” 
….Every time I ever wrote it you would capitalise the word “MEANT”  getting cross that I don’t spell properly.  Just like if I write in slang (which you don’t like).
….Why is it that it’s always the stupid, simple, unexpected things, that remind me of you the most?
….and why is it that those same stupid things….
        ….Always break my heart the hardest….

.x.

Early morning dreams….

Turn to you
feelings raw,
It’s different this time
not like before,
We get closer
fingers grace your skin,
Trace your arms hands fingers
to touch you a sweet sin,
Your breath against my skin
can’t help but burn in your heat,
And then you look down into my eyes
and my heart just forgets to beat….
It’s at this point that I awake
can’t get you off my mind,
It’s the early hours and your already at work
but I need your words I find….
Words they have a power, they can lift you high or bury you low, either way words are so very much needed….
Fling my phone across the bed, bury my head under the blanket, try to shut you out….
I can try….

.x.

18….

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No words needed….
.x.

Words….

(Just a little me across the screen….)

I’ve tried just lately I’ve tried….
Everytime I get that pull, that urg…. The only way I can think to describe it, is it’s like taking a knife to my veins and letting it all bleed out…. only instead of life blood, a knife, and my veins, it’s a pen and my fingers and words. Those words…. The ones that pour like I’m overtaken and can’t stop til those words have exhausted themselves, until the flames of them are extinguished. It’s a need, like the words pouring out are feeding me the drug I need….
So hard to explain…. I guess if you write, then you’ll understand….
But just lately…. it’s all wrong…. The poems are there. The words are there. But I can’t write them any more….
They say that every male artist, has a female muse, whatever medium he uses, paints, clay, metal, music, choreography, words…. He always has a muse he can fall back on to inspire and turn the fire in his eyes from dull embers into a roaring symphony of flames…. I have two. “M” who has been inspiring me since I was 15, and “P” who has been the inspiration behind so many and whose friendship I highly value. Right now not even them inspire me.
Right now, even though the words are there, I catch their lingering echo as they find themselves unused and move on. Right now, even though I try, I can’t let the words run free from my hand. They’re there building up and up stacking higher and higher until they’re ready, but I can’t get them, that melodious harmony of words, that ability to pick the perfect prose, I don’t know where it’s gone.
  Right now it’s raining and I’m sitting in a car alone with the music playing, I love rain, it’s always been that perfect sin, I’ve always loved that cold sharp sting as it hits bare skin and the smell…. The smell of fresh, of clean and new…. it’s always inspired me to write. But right now? No nope no….
I’m playing a playlist that inspires (it’s called songs to write to), on spotify. But nothing. And I have “P” on my mind (well his gorgeous dog actually), I read a message from him this morning and so he’s there…. But I still feel “out of touch” with words.
So I guess this is just me…. my thoughts being spilled across the screen…. just tapping away on my phone as I drift into thought in the car…. my thought was that maybe I just need to write? But I still feel the exact same. Was I expecting to feel different?  Not really….
  So I guess the question becomes are you still awake after reading all this? You are?! Cool 🙂 Well I hope you have a fantastic day wherever in the world you are, and i hope it’s filled with many small moments that make you smile.

.x.

Chime ball on a chain….

Thoughts of you
have crossed my mind all week,
And honestly I try so hard to bury you
but to you my mind does seek,
All these years
and feelings don’t won’t change,
We move further away
and our lives they rearrange,
My emotions forever your toy
something time can’t rip apart,
I try so hard to scrub it off
your name forever etched upon my heart….

.x.

14….

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Yup.x.

Let me bleed words…

11:04 pm 13th June….

Laying here in the dark trying to write a little of my heart and soul into a poem. First the words flow, and i bleed them delicately…. perfectly… straight through the pen I hold to my phones screen. Bleeding straight from the heart my feelings untamed and raw… uncensored….
Then….
A thought of you flitters across, and it all comes crashing, this tremendous wave of emotions, that makes my heart flutter wildly as it struggles to restore order to my mind that now looks as though a tornado has just swept through it…. A simple fleeting thought and the words stop as you unintentionally, unknowingly, invade them….
And what am I to do but to ignore and move on. Nothing but to start afresh these endless words of mine,  to stick this pen to phone and write a new….
1,2,3,4,5 times…. All different, until you fall somewhere in to them….
And so instead I write this…. I write you….
But maybe then you will leave my immediate invading thoughts and my heart and mind can bleed their own uninterrupted ponderings….
    Time will tell….
        For now I’ll just write this…. so blatantly about you…. Then maybe for now thoughts of you will fade….
          Time will tell,
               It always does….
                           .x.

                          

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