Poetry (words)

Thursday 

  
It’s a harsh world, but I’m thankful for the glimmers of light that keep my heart beating. For the fact that I’m still capable of thinking out loud,  allowing my imagination to go unhindered.  

Like losing myself in the collar on your t shirt. My focus so fixed so complicated yet so simple. Should I try to calm this tempest? Do I want to? 

Should I not notice how the material sits against your skin? Should I not envy those threads so close to you?

When thoughts of just brushing against you cause such a beautiful flow of energy. Every fibre left wanting. This is not a craving. It’s a fucking revelation.

I’m not starving because you’re always inside of me. I’m not drowning in you I’m wading waist deep and deeper still. 

Your gaze so deeply penetrating. Like the August sunshine burning my skin. 

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Wednesday.

Meet me there. The woods beside the river. Just the moon to light your path. I’ll whisper my thoughts and place my hand on your heart. Pulling you in with every word. 
You’re nowhere near me, but I feel you. Like satisfaction that leads to wanting more. Hunger pains more thrilling than any chase. 

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Can you read my mind?

Sleep didn’t come easy last night. A head full of thoughts and visions blocked that path so beautifully. Today I’ve kept them with me.
I love losing time this way. Enchanted and spellbound by just a few words. My imagination is a kingdom and you are its ruler. 

You breathe life into emptiness. Doors once rusted shut open with the slightest touch. You bring in abundance forgotten pleasures. 

Do you know what I’m thinking as my fingertips touch my mouth? This isn’t a movement to hush or calm this storm. This is an invitation into my desires. 
Can you read my mind? 

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Day off tomorrow.

  

So looking forward to a relaxing day tomorrow. I’ve been wide awake since 3 this morning. One of the downsides of working in care is that it’s constant.  Bank holidays do not exist. Still could be worse, I could be stuck in an office staring at a screen all day. Static doesn’t work for me I’m only fit because I’m constantly on the go. I’d be a lard arse otherwise. 

Happy with my lot I guess. 
Sipping a strong cup of coffee (has to be a cup. I don’t like mugs of anything) I’ve bought some rose petals and I’m planning the longest of soaks this evening. Luxuries I can live with out, but the simple things remain the most beautiful. 
That’s my day so far. No ranting to be had here. Maybe later, but I doubt it very much.

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Easter Sunday.

long day at work today and I’m never quite sure how much to talk about work. I’m not allowed to discuss certain things and that’s understandable. The residents are all vulnerable so their privacy is paramount.
We celebrate every occasion at work. I’m not really one for traditions, but seeing the residents laugh and dance is a wonderful thing.
Today we wore rabbit ears and handed out Easter eggs. My manager really does pull out all the stops on these days to remember. He dressed like Peter Rabbit. 
So although it’s been a long and tiring day…it’s also been such a pleasure. I hope that when I’m old and in need of care that I’m also given the opportunity to celebrate life. Care isn’t just the obvious. 

 

  Here’s one from Saint Patrick’s day 

  

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Good Friday? Good?

Blissful day. Just bloody blissful! I was up and out before the sun rose. I watched from the hill as it lit up the morning. 

I’ve not really been in a talkative mood of late (not sure why) but spending time with people I love was much needed. So we met at sunrise and spent the day together. 

I adore days like these. Where happiness just is. Without the need to force it. When being content comes naturally. I’ve spent nothing. I’ve wanted for nothing. 

The first magnolia flower burst open today. I didn’t expect it to flower this year as I planted it quite late last summer. 

The world is so noisy at the moment. Everyone’s fighting for attention of one kind or another. The more I see the less I understand it. 

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Tuesday 

I believe utopia exists, but I believe that we create it. It’s not a promised land or somewhere when only see when life ends. 

Hell is a creation of man. It’s not a place where bad people go, it’s not even a place. If you convince enough people to follow a path you have the ability to do good….or bad. Free thinking is a lesson not taught to children because it’s easier to convince on mass  that one rule is the right rule. 

There’s a fair amount of Trump rhetoric in my Twitter timeline this morning. A fine example of what happens when one very angry person shouts venom to a captive audience. 

Children are being persuaded by adults which political party is the best. Infants being force fed ideas they can’t even begin to understand.  It’s insane behaviour. Pinning a rosette on a child like they are an extension of your ideas. They aren’t! 

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