Finding WorldsWe're footsteps, footprintsFinding Worlds7 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Our hearts are pounding, running, racing
In and out of time and space
and fake realities…
Heaven holds us
Holds our secrets
Questions, troubles, wishes, wanting you…
Your kisses…flood my wishes…
… flood my floorboards, chairs and closed doors
kisses hold our true identities…
We have maps of things and
and worlds we're yet to find.
Behind the cupboard, in the closet
Locked and stopped us from these lies
One touch of hair, it makes my heart race
I'm inside this song
And in your lap and full of fear and sweet desire.
Just look at me…
Those green and grey and strangely blue eyes
all the sometimes seem to collide
I'm so so scared of what I'll miss
But close my eyes for me
Just let me miss you and your lips
But I won't say a thing.
I need this more than anything.
Please fight the will to leave.
DaydreamerHere my mind wanders againDaydreamer7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rambling brambled pathways
Honeysuckle scented summer days
And snow globe landscapes of flawless white,
Perfect places and perfect people,
Carved from sugared concoctions,
Lifted from pages and silver screens
A paradise where even I am perfect.
So I feel the pangs of regret often
And find the days pass lifelessly,
The world around me is less real,
Hazy: I am the sleepwalker,
I have so often passed the time for working
In strawberry fields and shopping malls
The labyrinth corridors and halls
Of my imagination.
I thought of someone there with me
Laying side by side as the clouds went by
Laughing as the rain poured down
Shivering, we held each other til warm again
We danced beneath the smiling moon
And raised our voices in broken tune,
Sparkling conversation of philosophy and politick
Cartoons, history and music
One always finds the other witty when both are the one mind
Characters, as in a play, each line shaped to fit.
Cradled in the harmonious serenity of a h
This Is My WorldThis is my worldThis Is My World7 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Where the earth-quakes come from the people's feet
And the wind rattles on though the forest floors
Singing perfection in mono-tones.
And I am God with a loose pony tail
Where I travel back in time on a daily basis
And re-discover how much I truly love my house
And mother and father and cat and dog
and coloured crayons in their box…
…and the fact that I _never_ got chicken pox.
The wings of a butterfly wrap around the thought of suicide
And people place their opportunities in front of me to take.
This is my world
Where the definition of homosexual is soul meeting soul,
Transcending of gender.
Where the word forever is governed by the extent of my imagination
And the cookie crumbs don't go to waste
Because I know that they're the tastiest bit of all.
This is my world alright
Full of love and laughter and freedom of peaceful and violent,
The people are vivacious in their passionate fight
Using curious fingers and lips and cheek-bones to get back at each other;
They all k