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Daisies

You pop up in the grass
Gentle, bold as brass
You creep up in the night
Turning pink to white

Rain

When the rain falls upon the ground
Covering the roads, pavements, lawns
It seems like a fresh beginning
What has gone before is washed away
Cleansing the Earth, city and countryside
Flowing over humanity and it's souls.

Blue light

You help me through
The blue light
Quieting my mind
Giving me my sight
You steer me through
the throng
Remind me that
I'm strong

Showering from above
Protecting all around
Showing me through love
Happiness will be found

Plinth

Who put you on the plinth
To tower over others?
What makes you think that you
Can look down upon us?
You stand for peace and harmony
Asking us to follow;
Yet when we suffer deeply
You help not in our sorrow

A manmade view of nature

Through the transparent squares
Invisible yet distorting
Outlined with black metal
Solid, definite framing
The freedom of mother nature
Green leaves in the wind waving

The next stage

When Winter comes
And summer love
Turns to cold and pain
You wonder if
It will return again
You light the fires
Draw the curtains
All the definites
Become uncertain
You wonder where
All the happiness went
How all the joy and love
Is suddenly spent
You know that life
Will never be the same
You're forced to move on
To the next stage of the game

Desertion?

All the leaves have fallen from the trees, they are completely bare. Unprotected from the cold.
Why do the leaves desert the trees when their warmth and protection in most needed?
Or is it that the trees shed the leaves, pushing them away?

The trees lose their leaves
The ground begins to freeze
The evenings draw in
My hope wears thin

Show me it hurts

Show me your hands
No marks
Show me your arms
No scars
Show me your chest
The broken heart is hidden
Show me your eyes
The countless tears are dried
Show me your lips
That now kiss someone else
Show me your feet
Your footsteps follow someone else's
Show me your pain

Should have been, Should have done

There is now a void in my heart
The place where you should have been
The spaces in my life that were reserved for our future
For the hope and happiness that was still to come
Perhaps I spent too much time looking back
Trying to recapture
I should have lifted my head
Looked forward
Created our future
Instead of grasping at what had passed

Lost

The brightness of colour
Dulled by the pain
The warmth of the sun
Clouded by rain
Even when I'm awake
My eyes feel shut
I know I'm alive
But my lifeline's been cut
I try to relax
But my heart just pounds
I feel like I'm lost
And I'll never be found

One more look

If you slowed down
Just turned around
Once more
What would you see
To set you free
Then leave
That well chosen smile
A face of denial
Not true
Or the truthful tears
Spilling my fears
Too late

Pain

This pain just ebbs and flows through me, without care for what I'm doing or how I choose to feel. It disregards my decisions to turn a corner, be strong, move forward.

I am drawn to pain
Like a moth to a flame
The aching hurt
Of my broken heart
The echoes of time
These shadows of mine
The overwhelming loss
Soul chilled by frost
The facing of fear
My future unclear

Dark

It's as though a gust blew out the light of my life; everywhere is darkness, enveloping everything.
The flame was strong
It's glow was bright
It feels so wrong
Without your light

Cold

All is gone
All is lost
The Summer sun
The Winter frost
The flow of time
It's all stopped still
And my heart is filled
With unending chill

Life: I

The choice of reality,
The belief in truth.
The need for clarity,
The desire for proof.
What we see, what we hear,
What we want, what we fear.
What we taste, smell and touch,
It all comes to mean so much.
Yet we only believe,
In what we perceive;
And the life we make,
Could well be fake.

The Poison Flower

Pleasure and pain.
Pain that causes pleasure.
Taking pleasure in the pain of someone else.
How could that ever be?
Was it a way of curing your own pain?
Or did you just want to inflict suffering on someone because you could?
Why did you ever choose to reproduce?
Was it a way to trap a man who you knew was flighty?
Or was it, like many of your decisions, a moments fleeting idea of something you wanted and had to have, only to be bored with it shortly after?
Only this time it was lasting. There was nothing you could do to leave it behind, deny it’s existence, pretend that part of your life had not occurred once you were finished with it.
And the man was still flighty, the trap you set didn’t work.
Maybe I find myself fascinated by butterflies because of him.
He has been described as one to me, as someone who flits from flower to flower.
I wonder if he felt your poison when he landed on the flower that was you.
Perhaps it seeped into his veins and he reacted quickly enough to fly free.
Others have not been so lucky, they find themselves glued to the petals as you twine your stem around them, eventually suffocating them with your leaves.
They know it is not right, that this intoxicating scent is poisonous, but it is too late, they have already got trapped and only you can set them free.
You shed your petals, grow new ones of an entirely different colour whenever you choose. A chameleon plant.
But the roots that bare the plant remain the same, you cannot destroy and change those without dying entirely.
There are so few of us who know how rotten these roots are.

Words of truth

Talk to me now
As I fall asleep
Love me with words
That enter my dreams

Turn out the light
Hold me near
Close our eyes
Whisper to my ear

You can tell me the truth
Here in the dark
It's just between us
What lies in your heart