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Old gateway

cracked pillars holding bleakness,

Over grown uneven path

encroaching foreboding ceaseless,

Crowded wood’s

either side of the road,

A melancholic wariness

the scene has bestowed,

Trepidation

apprehension,

Fear and flight

at attention,

Bend in the road

curves behind trees,

The unmistakable sound

twig snap on the breeze,

Heart stop mind freeze

adrenaline coils tight,

Keep walking but fear grows thankfully

it’s still light,

The day slight overcast

a sense of heaviness in the air,

A russle of leaves a crow screech

an albino one so fair,

And there it is

the house comes into view,

A darkness on the landscape

it sits between two massive yew,

Ornate arched windows

glass reflecting light,

Imagine this place all lit up

like a beacon in the night,

Warmth of breath on your neck

a whoosh in the air sharp crack,

The people in the window your last glimpse

eyes fall closed rolled onto your back,

Eyes swim into focus

roadside against a tree on the floor,

How’d you get here dreams of a house

your head hurts more and more,

Stand look across there’s an old gateway

cracked pillars iron gates shut tight,

It’s dark but you swear oh you swear

you’re being watched on this night,

Your car covered in debris and leaves

it was shiny clean when you stopped,

Looks like it’s sat here for weeks

a note under windscreen propped,

Forget

it says,

The wind brushes around you

hits the car and it sways,

Key already in the ignition

why would you leave it there,

Back out onto the road lights they catch

the dark eyes such a glare,

No one there but you feel it

you bare a mark,

You’ve been tagged by a hunter

you’ve be chosen by the dark…

Ugh… I had this pretty planned out but the last 10 lines have gone to poop so am quitting it. I’ll probably find this in a 6 months or so, lose my crap at how bad it is and rewrite it better. But for now? Here you go… more words that I don’t like. I swear I can’t write for sh@t just lately. Sigh… oh well… another day I guess… sending you all a hug through the wire.x.

Balaur…

Plated armour

shiny scales,

Smooth to touch

hard as nails,

Knowing eyes that see

so far away,

Push off from the dirt

be on your way,

Wings that glide

on gentle breeze,

Talons brush

against the tops of the trees,

A snort of heat

as thoughts get to great,

Over thinking with worry no simplicity

you state,

Soaring upwards

pushing up high,

An ebony shadow

against starry sky,

Blink and you’ll miss it

what did you see,

Was that a…

no it can’t be,

Fly over woodlands

fly over fields,

The heart wants what it wants

the heart fights the mind yields,

Sharp talons land

in softest earth,

So graceful and majestic

belies your girth,

Look through the window

spie your prey,

A mortal mere human

she’s dreaming away,

She stumbled on something

you need to retrieve,

The implications of wich

she cannot conceive,

There in the corner

near the firelights glow,

It’s still in her knapsack

such precious cargo,

Swifly quietly

the knapsack retrieved,

Its safe and unharmed

the girl earns a reprieve,

You stretch out your wings

ready to go,

And there she stands

in moonlight soft glow,

She bows

lowly,

Standing upright

slowly,

You dip your head

then push into the sky,

Your wings beat a gale

carrying you up high,

Soaring into the night

with the life you created,

You thought it was lost

with the death of your fated,

But here in your talons

your bloodline lives on,

And you carry it safely

as you fly towards the dawn,

By the time the day starts

from these lands you’ll be gone,

A mythical story to most

but they couldn’t be more wrong…x.

Daily…

The light from the mobile game flickers

outside the rain pours down,

Its freezing cold out there

but here in warmth you drown,

The TV set to mute

blankets pillows across sofa and floor,

Your idly watching something

though your mind not here anymore,

12 midnight

1 then 2am skips around,

3am 4am

not a single sound,

5am 6am

better go to bed,

7am time to get up

inside you are so dead,

But dead you are not

just comfortably numb,

Your threads are all frayed

yet not yet come undone,

Your holding it all

just barely together,

But your holding it all

and will do forever,

Though tired and broken

you may be,

One day yes one day

you’ll be free…x.

Wild grass…

Wild grass

in the breeze

wild grass

grown past knees,

White fluffy coluds

in a sky clearest blue,

Warm summer sun

warm you right through,

But my eyes aren’t on the sun

or the clouds or skies of blue,

They’re filled with visions that I can’t see

filled with thoughts of you,

As the wild grass

it does sway,

My mind it spins

those thoughts away,

Your voice your words

your promises your lies,

Velveteen lies

of us together,

Silken promises

of us together,

The heartbreak as

you walked out the door,

The brokenness

of us no more…

Oh my Sweetness

look at the crimson fall from your skin,

Such melodious screams

sing from within,

Crimson spatter art

across sheets of silk,

Gorgeous ivory skin

now white like milk,

Oh sweet sweet lullabies

you have sung,

such music to mine heart

as your skin I have strung,

Oh my Sweetness

crimson pool tears your eyes,

Such crystal clear blue

crystalline starry skies,

Sing for me sweet one

as the conductor’s knife I weald,

Illicit flesh peeled from bone

reborn you are healed,

Your cacophony of lullabies

are slowing to the fade,

Hearts symphony of flutterings

a lovers masquerade,

Crimson rivers run the floor

a memory of our time together,

Artistic clash across the pillows

my canvas your forever,

Shuttering breath

barely there,

Shuddering heart

my fingers graze with care,

Oh my precious

my deeply sweet one,

Such a joy to watch

as you come undone,

Ruby red tears spill

across porcelain cheeks,

My sweet provocative canvas

bright soul screeching red streaks,

And now as your crescendo peeks

lay your heart upon chest,

A black rose my insignia

burned upon you my crest,

You

my greatest masterpiece,

My G*ddess sweet passion

mine eyes exquisite feast,

Rivers of crimson

glorious red,

My beautiful Sweetness

exquisitely dead…

.x.

Ghosted…

And I kissed every step

your bare feet stepped up on,

The rail where

your hand laid thereupon,

I followed the ghost

of your scent down the hall,

Your my highest high

biggest downfall,

My very own drug

and I in a hopeless trance,

I’d steal stars from the sky

to light your way give me a chance,

You don’t notice

you don’t care,

I’m just a ghost

not even there…

.x.

For the girls…

I awoke with a start as light flooded the room, slipping out of bed I ran to the window. I dont know specifically what woke me but as I looked out the wide sash window, the chaotic sight told me the house and gardens seemed like they were the sole target of the raging storms personal vendetta.

The wind howled as it pushed ferociously harder, scooping up the long bench on the patio and hurling it across the dark grass. The rain beat down a cacophony of roaring drums. The murderous sky lit up with a jagged silver blue, zig zagging downwards in a blaze of fury to engulf the large majestic oak tree on fire in a torrent of crackling and popping flames. One of its large branches displaced and slowly being dragged away by the wind, as the once mighty tree released both smoke and fire into the snapping wind. The lashing rain slowly trying to extinguish the flames.

But? In the lightnings brightness? I had clearly seen another horror, the river had burst its banks unable to cope with the torrential onslaught of rain, and was now creeping across the once lush lawn in a deluge of water, mud and bracken towards the house…

BANG! My door hit the wall as it flew open revealing both my cousin, my best friend and my younger sister.

“Thomas…” my sister Amber said fearfully.

“Where are the twins?” I replied whilst striding across the room towards the trio. My best friend Dominic was the first to turn back towards the hall as an almighty crash followed by shrieking and the sound of bare feet, that could be heard just above the din coming towards us.

My 10 year old twin brothers Lucian and Nicholas hurtled past, barging through us and diving into my bed with our frightened youngest sister Blaire.

All eyes looked to me. As the oldest at 22, I had been head of our family ever since all our parents died when dad’s boat sank while they were all on holiday together. Dominic, my cousin Liam, and my siblings and I, had all been left parentless just like that. And being the eldest by 10 months meant that I was thrown head first into being in charge and the one they all looked to…

Lightning again streaked across the sky, ripping through the storm clouds and brightening up the room.

“Shoes and coats everyone. We’ve got to be fast.” I said with more determination and confidence than I felt.

“With the flooded river fast approaching the house, its not safe here any more.”

I said a silent prayer as everyone got their things ready to leave. We would be okay. I am Thomas Kingsley. Head of the Kingsley family, and I would protect us all. I gave myself the pep talk my dad used to give, before grabbing Blaire’s teddy and leaving the room…

So… the above was written for my 2 younger girls. Its was simply to show that you can have “fun” with your descriptive words and not to be afraid of using them. “There are so many easier ways to write that.” My younger daughter said. But her elder sister pointed out that while there may be easier ways to write the same thing? When you write a story? You want the person reading it to be able to see, hear, smell and feel everything you write(love this girly!).

I’m not really any good at stories but hey, I try. While I’m still struggling to actually finish a poem, my drafts section is getting larger and larger and my notebooks pages are being filled, I thought I’d leave you this. Constructive criticism most definitely welcome! Or if you just want to tell me to stick with the poems? I agree! 🙂 I am still playing with words even though I’m quiet.

Massive happy hugs to you all at the other end of the wire.x.

A man alone in the forest

on high,

Leant back against a tree

head in hands he did cry,

Then up to the moon

with a sorrowful sigh,

He sent her a prayer

and he sent her a plea,

My dearest sweet G*ddess

please please hear me,

I work so hard I

need you to know,

But my heart is so heavy

its beginning to show,

I see all the people in my village

fall in love,

Please dearest G*ddess

hear me from above,

I’m on my own

no parents family,

This disfigured scarred body

no one could love me,

I’m strong but I’m weary

can I come home to family,

Please dearest G*ddess bring me home

set me free,

I don’t want to live here

a world without love,

I ask you to hear my prayer

from above,

And the moon G*ddess

heard his plea from up high,

Touched bare feet upon the earth

coming down from the sky,

Brave warrior I heard

your heart-felt plea,

And now please answer some questions

from me,

The man looked down

from the clearest of skies,

To look the enchanting moon G*ddess

straight in the eyes,

The G*ddess cast her arm out

and there in a row,

Stood animals of all kinds

stood in a row,

Now warrior please me

which one is your ideal,

Which one has the love you want

do you feel,

And the man he bowed

the wolf my Queen,

Then tell me why

explain what you mean,

The wolf surrounded

by family,

So strong and so loved

for all to see,

They are a pack

bound together,

Strength and loyalty

they are a sign of forever,

G*ddess turned to the wolf

who bowed low a soft whine,

My beautiful protector speak

its your time,

And the wolf shook his fur

then sat down and proceeded,

To tell his revered G*ddess

exactly what was needed,

And after listening

to both sides of the coin,

She smiled as she announced

human and wolf you shall join,

The two of you will get

what the other seeks to be,

You will both learn and listen

and in eachother be free,

I have made you a destined

a last gift from me,

With her words there was a glowing

white light,

and then she was gone

no trace in sight,

The man he looked around

no wolf he did see,

The wolf stumbled forward

the man’s gone where can he be,

And so they both stumbled

towards a great lake,

Both of them needing

their thirst to sake…

Enough! She closed the book

way past bedtime a light scolding,

And I released the breath I

didn’t realise I was holding,

So lost in my thoughts about

those silver eyes,

The ones that glowed

like those stars in the skies,

And I know those eyes

they called to my soul,

They felt so endless seeing deeply

me whole…x.

This carries on from pt 1.

“Do you believe in werewolves?”

She said,

“In vampires witches

demons the dead?” ,

And I looked at her

with curious eye,

Turned my vision

to the star lit sky,

Stories and fairy tales

book upon book,

I drunk them all in

like a fish to a hook,

I nodded at her

my eyes gleaming in the night,

My pupils they danced

in the soft fires light,

She looked at me

with the lightest of sigh,

Then turned her eyes

to the forest on high,

Werewolves are not

like the stories you’ve read,

They are immortal they’re still here

when we’re dead,

They aren’t cute and fluffy

resemble neither pup mutt nor dog,

They hide in the shadows

camouflaged with the bush tree and log,

Feel you’re being watched?

well maybe you are,

A monstrous great beast

with senses so far,

And they’ll watch you

a predator and prey,

Tell me my dear

will you sleep at all this day?

Enough of my story

that’s it for tonight”,

And left with so many questions

I watched the fires light…x.

There is a part 2 to this…

~ Little ones dream ~

Deep within

the candlelight,

The palest glow

of soft moonlight,

The crackle of undergrowth

under foot,

The Smokey smell 

of earthen soot,

A dilapidated cabin 

in the wood,

Hidden by the trees

for good,

Past the stream where thirst

you slake,

Through the woods 

to ominous lake,

The lake is irregular

long and wide,

With over grown shelter

where wildlife hide,

The snap of a twig

the move of a leaf,

Something unseen

watching beneath,

Across the lake

in moonlight glow,

A golden fawn

and mother doe,

So graceful in

the quiet still,

Watched by majestic stag

with iron will,

Skim across water 

fireflies,

Its almost time

for our goodbyes,

The Moon on his lofty perch

so high,

Has kissed each Star

across the sky,

And now he must go 

to his bed,

The dawn awakes us

from our bed,

Hush little one

open your eyes,

Wave your sleepy dreams

goodbyes,

The sun is out

a brand new day,

For you to smile

laugh and play….


.x.



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