It's OkayThe piano keys are black and white,
Fireworks only work at night,
Stars are dead in pure daylight,
Thoughts and dreams fall out of sight.
But amongst the bland are shades of grey,
Music works in colourful ways,
A run of chords played yesterday,
Their melodies life your fears away.
Fireworks replace the dying sun,
Stars are there and do live on,
Dreams will stay with everyone,
And when today is over, tomorrow will come.
Bursts of colour, an endless sea,
Let it go, what will be will be.
Embrace your life, and naturally,
It will be okay youll see.
Well get there and by and by
Way up there in a sun-dipped sky,
Youll soon realise that its not a lie,
We dont need a pair of wings to fly.
And fireworks light the end of day,
Black and white, when mixed, make grey,
If you fail they love you anyway,
Were all as one...and its okay.
Dear Mr GlumHe stared moodily at the stack of letters in front of him and peeled open the front envelope, reading silently.Dear Mr Glum6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
'Dear Mr Glum, I know what I want in life, and I know where I want to be...but how will I ever get there when I don't know how? Sincerely, Clear.'
Sighing, he tossed the paper aside and ripped open another envelope.
'Mr Glum, my girlfriend left me and I don't know where I stand or what to do, I want to be something, I want to exist...be recognised, but how can I when the best part of me is missing? Please help, Confused.'
He closed his eyes and tipped the chair back, the way that he'd always told his children not to do. He wondered at what age they would start disobeying his fragile advice. And had they already? He didn't know, he couldn't know, because he'd not seen them for five years. But pouring his heart and soul into helping others seemed like a suitable outlet.
He stared at the two open letters in front of him, the start of a long days wor
Strangers Who Once KissedSix months ago I didn't think that I would be crossing the street just to avoid asking 'How are you?'Strangers Who Once Kissed6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Two years ago, I knew with such innocent clarity that never a day would go by that your name wouldn't cross my lips.
But the unthinkable has come to pass, and I see you hurrying down the sun dappled avenue, towards the tube station where you will be lost forever, and I turn the other way.
You've seen me.
Of course you have seen me.
Our eyes have met across tumbling leaves and autumn chills, we have paused, locked, the wind tugging at our coats trying to make us turn away.
And I do
I can see in your disappointed face that I have turned my eyes away from you, the whites of them sparking with recognition, but the centre, the bit that matters, flickers away in deliberate ignorance. The world has slowed around us whilst we pause, but as I offer you my shoulder reality catches up with us. A shoulder that was never before turned coldly to
MistakesMade a whole lot of errors,Mistakes6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Filled a bucket full of tears,
A rain cloud full of mistakes,
And a river full of fears.
A hurricane of regrets,
With a torpedo of lies,
A weather storm of mistakes,
But perfect in anothers eyes.
What I did was just a lesson,
And a lesson to be learned,
Through all my precious mistakes,
An experience is returned.
Made a whole lot of errors,
Through what I chose to be,
But an error makes a mistake,
And a mistake makes me, me.
IfIf I were a painter,If6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'd paint your memories,
Your earliest day, and quirky way,
I'd paint you easily.
If I were a poet,
I'd scribble you some lines,
Of flower days, and country ways,
and other loving times.
If I were an author,
Your story I would write,
On every page, a different age,
as you slept alone at night.
If I were a teacher,
I'd give you all I know,
Of Classic lit and Ancient script,
And language as you grow.
If I were your lover,
I'd love you till the end,
Kiss you first, and quench your thirst,
and hold you while you mend.
But I am an observer,
In your heart, always a friend.
And there I see, I'll always be,
Anonymous until the end.
The Cynical Woman "I have slept with the poor," he tells me,The Cynical Woman6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
as if this would entice me in!
"I've traversed the slopes of a mountain"
But that doesn't mean anything!
"I've photographed the depths of poverty"
But did you put end to the drought?
"I was there when the trade centres fell "
So how many people did you pull out?
"I've sat with the blind," He triumphes,
But did you give them their sight?
"I'm a 40 year old war veteran!"
But you didn't join in the fight.
"Now a few would proclaim me a hero.."
I sincerely doubt that they would.
"Last month I donated blood!"
I'd donate my heart if I could.
"So what can I say to impress you?"
Because that is the way to my heart?
"Well I don't know what you want from me.."
You can tell me the truth...for a start.
Societal Flaws A dark shape shadowing an even darker doorway...Societal Flaws6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
That was how I saw you, in cold rain, on Christmas Eve. I'd seen you plenty of times before throughout the past year, but somehow this was different. That you were sat here, in exactly the same spot as always, struck me as poignant and a wave of melancholy engulfed me.
In the past we preferred to believe you were invisible. That way we didn't have to acknowledge in disgust or guilt the fact that you were here. Whether in summer shine, or autumn chill, our faces remained turned away.
I picture the warmth of my home whilst letting my eyes surreptitiously examine your meagre belongings, heaped untidily onto a supermarket trolley. I pause, as the Christmas Eve shoppers push their way past me, and the world slows, just for a second.
It feels like a year.
I wonder at the ignorance, my own included, as I brushed past you so many times before, the hem of my warm winter coat skimming your empty battered polyst
Dear Katy: Younger SelfDear Katy,Dear Katy: Younger Self6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
I'm looking back at you, dwelling there in our past. I'm looking from a place that it's taken a long time to reach, a place that at one point, you never thought you'd get to. Like right now. You there, in the past, I know exactly what you are thinking. I can see you frowning back at me, one eyebrow tilted slightly in indignation. How dare this stranger approach me in such a stark manner.
You wrote so often to me, in your poems and your thoughts, so it's only fair that I return the gesture now. As they say...better late than never. And maybe I'm not too late...
I'd like to tell you so many things to save you heartache. Because I know what's going to happen to you tomorrow...next month...and next year. I can see the scenes vividly in my mind and with every strike I flinch because I know your pain. You are an old head on young shoulders my dear self, and that will be your downfall on occasion.
You're going to fall hard because your heart is in the right plac
Wisdom If all the world's a stage...Wisdom6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
...don't be an understudy
Bereft of A ManYou came in with the winds,Bereft of A Man6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On a North Easterly breeze,
With the crisp chill of the winter,
And the bare skeletal trees.
You were solid and dependable
And the others wanted one, it's true,
Someone handsome and reliable.
They crafted their own versions of you.
Our time together was too short,
But you didn't hurt or cheat,
Driven in with soft snow,
And forced out with harsh sleet.
So the consistent male in my life,
And it is sad to admit it, I know,
Lasted no longer than a week,
Just A man made out of snow.
LoveYou wake one day to find me gone,Love6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And at once you start to search,
Looking through the house for me,
And running down to church.
Call off the dogs, They'll find no trace,
I leave behind mere dust.
Don't fret yourself at where I am,
Just because you think you must.
Don't drive the streets of where we loved,
Or question all our friends,
Don't shed a tear for me my dear,
Where I am, Our life ends.
So don't make a noise, Or shout my name,
You no longer shall despair.
Stay in the warm and search your heart,
For you shall find me there.
The Other SideYou send me the moon,The Other Side6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I give you the sun,
You sprinkle the stars,
From the other side of the world.
Whilst you go through your day,
I work hard at sleep.
Whilst you achieve, I dream,
You make memories and I forget.
You send me an owls cry,
Whilst I give you birdsong,
My eyes close and yours open,
On the other side of the world.
To Bed, For LifeToday we lay a child to rest,To Bed, For Life6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Daddy cries in Sunday best,
Through mamas veil they cannot see,
The tears she cries to set her free.
Granny clutches Grandpas arm,
As through the graveyard eerie calm
Rides the wind into the crowd,
The vicars voice unnaturally loud.
We celebrate a life so short,
And for her heart we spare a thought,
A loving family cruelly bereft,
Of a baby girl who to quickly left.
The mourners raise a voice as one,
Faces turned towards the sun,
They scatter Lilys where she lies,
And sing her to sleep with lullabies.
They crumble soil a loving trace,
And her bed shifts in its resting place,
And once its done they do not stir,
The wholesome earth that covers her.
This is for youWhen I am gone, let me go,This is for you6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dont bind to me with tears,
Theres another place for me,
We had our golden years.
You gave me so much happiness,
True love you all have shown.
What you meant to me youll never know,
But it is time i went alone.
There will be days, grieve if you must,
But we part for just a while,
Let your grief be replaced by hope,
And dont forget to smile.
Although you cannot see or touch,
Do not worry, I am here,
Forever and a lifetime,
I will always be so near.
And when you walk the road I did,
Independent but never alone,
Ill be there to smile at you,
To love you, and welcome you home.
Confessions Of A CyclothymicConfessions Of A Cyclothymic6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We both tried without relent,
But our salvation would not come,
We've said all we can say,
And we've done all that can be done.
We can't survive my constant pushing,
Or your brave tugging of my heart,
We wont ever reach a perfect phase,
Because we know we're better apart.
In my Euphoric phases I loved you,
In my Dysthymic I pushed you away,
Yesterday I spoke of marriage.
But tomorrow I'll lead you astray.
So my dear you know it hurts me,
To say these things to you,
But my confessions of Cyclothymia,
Are long since overdue.
OnceOnce we were fresh in our skin, bones,Once6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With all the time in the world,
Once dust, once flesh, once clouds,
Scaling the crest of a hill,
Once we were breaths of fresh air,
Unkissed, stroking the thorn of a rose,
Once we were miles in a wheel,
Uncompleted, a journey less,
Once we were fresh in our skin. Bones.
With all the time in the world.
Here lies the truthI found myself trapped in a whirlpool of the might have beens - and I did what any ordinary person would do and spent most of my life trying to climb out. And then I realised I was doing it all wrong. You might not ever be able to climb out - but you can wait a bit longer and somebody will come along who is more than capable of jumping down to your level - with a bit of rope.Here lies the truth5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
You wouldn't know the truth about me by casting an eye over my body. You wouldn't find it in the crease of my smile or the green of my eyes. You couldn't see it in the way my hair falls forward because I'm feeling shy. You just couldn't. What I once had could never begin to make up for what I've lost.
I could offer myself to you and I expect you would gladly open me, searching for my soul to try and find the answers. Except it wouldn't be like that. It would be a dull echo of those times at christmas when the interesting packages look the best - only you open it and find it's not what you expecte