Poetry (words)

Exhumed 

Does love exist without pain, does anything? Do hopes just fade when unfulfilled? Or do we hide them secretly, boxes of lost hope scattered amongst our dreams. Does hope have a resting place? 

Time capsules buried in the dirt emitting the lost words into the soil. Intoxicating the earth with unspoken desires. Maybe that’s why some roses grow profusely, and moisture collects on unfurling petals.

I’d exhume those thoughts, buried in a moment of emptiness. I’d wash those pages clean. Nothing said with an honest heart should ever be kept in such darkness. 

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Still Sunday

From the train window I see trampolines sprouting from every back yard. Keeping up with the Joneses, is a matter of how high you bounce. Hideous objects, like a cage of the modern age. The landfill of future generations. 

The football banter from the seat behind, tedious conversation. The copy and paste dialogue from every side. There’s no earplug invented to drown out that drone. Timeless warriors sponsored by Sky. 

I focus on my destination and how the calm will wash away these knotted limbs. The second stop is mine, just a platform to conquer and a ticket machine to feed. 

I can smell the sea air as my signal falls away to this blissful release. 

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Desiring the light

With daylight dreams fade, that winding river I found disappears with the siren’s urgency. Noise,  the human condition showing its muscles. I sit surrounded by nature content but disenchanted with my species. This urge to escape never leaves my side, like a detached shadow leading the way. 

My bones ache for a better place and not “making the best of what you’ve got” that generic advice that we bow down to. What I have is a desire to walk away, away from these constant battles. Hatred has no resolve it feeds on our fears. Evil ideology has no logic and only in acknowledgment will it gain fruition.

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Noisy isn’t it…

It’s too noisy isn’t it? Life, our quest to be heard, understood. Yet in our calmest moments we achieve so much. Our language has changed, our means of communication turns us into something we’re not. We despise bullying….yet we take part in it so often. At our bravest behind keyboards. We mock, we abuse, we assume we know best. Why? 
I don’t think we’re that keen on who we are most of the time. I’d say we’re no better than wolves, but wolves are way more intelligent. Their life is about survival. Ours? It seems to me it’s about how great we can be, how loud we can shout. 
Our skills are limited, I think we’ve lost our way completely. 

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Words.

I’m finding my way. Trying hard not to look back, to see the natural end of situations and let go. Like putting a fire blanket over my feelings. Eventually the power and the heat will go out. To understand my mistakes as nothing more than that. I left the door open to forgiveness, but it was closed unconditionally.  At times I still question the depth that existed or if it existed at all. Some people bookmark the pages and some don’t care for books at all. 

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I could….


I could sit all day with a blank page and not write a single word. Sometimes that’s enough, the intent. What isn’t written is still to be said and when it comes it flows, I feel it’s meaning. It’s not a necessity it’s never that. Expressions of thoughts sprawling forward and finding shapes within each line. I think of poetry as images first always from memory or inspiration. It’s something I treasure.

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Scribblings 

The clouds eclipsed the sun and the delicate mist fills the air with chill. I like how the moisture sits on my hair, microscopic worlds filtered through iridescent eyes. 

To truly embrace nature is to understand it’s power. Not to step too heavily just to find your path. All paths are laden with beauty and the urge to get to our desired destination blinkers that view. 

Be aware of what’s underfoot it may not be the reason you’re here, but to disregard its existence, it’s belonging  is too heavy a price just to satisfy an expectation. 

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