Poetry (words)

Some days….

….I have nothing to say. 

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Poetry (words)

He says

He says I smell like an angel and that my eyes are the bluest of oceans. How my lips curve so sensually when I smile. 

He says such beautiful things, but I feel nothing from his words. No spark when he brushes against me, no desire to shape his heart. 

He says he thinks of me in the middle of the night and how my face would grace his pillowcase, but I dont dream of him. 

I want the butterflies in my heart, I want the walk in the woods. I don’t feel these desires at all. I’m not sure if ever could. 

He says I need time to heal and he’s there to ease the pain. I have no use for a bandage, I need to feel alive again. 

He says such beautiful things, but he’s not you. 

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What you do

Beyond anyone you lift my soul. What was torn apart you make whole. 

I want you like I always have,  yours is the tide I float upon. I have memories deep enough to swim in even now that you’re gone. 

I have no plans to fill your spaces, for now I’ll walk this path alone. I’ve become immune to other faces, I adore you flesh and bone. 

What’s ahead is invisible it’s the unknown future I can’t see. I’m in no mind nor rush to get there,  now I’m remaining here… just me.

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Boxed in

The past year has made me change direction and more than once. As things turned out its instability was not of my doing. You can’t alter the make up of people and rightly so. People go through life doing what they’ve possibly always done. Change only comes to those who want to change.

It’s made me dissect myself. I laid fault at my feet for some time. It was wrongly placed, but it’s taken me a while to understand that.

I missed a few chances due to the time spent living a lie, but thankfully some of those chances didn’t lose faith in me and my heart is still set on what I need from the coming years. 

Solitude in a green expanse close to the ocean. I don’t want to be boxed in any longer. So my new job will allow me to make plans and save for what I need. Two years should do it. 

Making plans is one thing I’ve learnt over the past year, going it alone another lesson. 

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The world we deserve

Not sure how to start, but I woke up with these thoughts. Probably helped by the thought provoking conversations I’ve had over the past couple of days. 

The world we’ve got is the one we’ve been heading towards for so many years and we’re all at fault. We scream when it’s too late, we protest from our sofas whilst browsing Amazon. I wonder was the world ever this full of bullshit before now? 

We change our minds so often. We treat those we claim to love like deleteable  commodities. 
Nothing is real to some people. Instant access and instant denial. 

We wipe people from our lives at the click of a button and still expect respect. 

Brexit, Trump, UKIP…. yeah, we didn’t see those coming. Why? Because we chose not to look. 

We want nothing that lasts because we are constantly distracted and happy in the oblivious wave of ignorance. No thought process whatsoever….see, want, take, destroy. Be it human or land or animal our aim is “me me me” instant gratification. 

Our existence has become a “show and tell” 

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