Fly Away

I will take all my peices

All I wanted to say

From now

It never existed

Your heart is over there

Doing other things

I shall not try

To steal a moment of your time

And pray you were waiting

As I watch you turn away

I fly….

from this moment

Unfound

 

~Me

 

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Breaking Dawn

I bought a new dress

Long dark hair cohersed into ringlets

Hairdressers love to re invent

Dark crimson lips

Tongue stained and burned by amber liquid

An unfamiliar lover

Seems to work for the careless ones

Shiny high heels

I wish I was taller

Gold earrings

Red sash

Is that really my reflection

No one can see the soul

I will blend on the dance floor

Start a new diary

Somewhere lost are my memories

I have gained temporary power

As I smile and twirl

Regret will only meet sadness

Upon the breaking Dawn

 

~Me

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Willow Tree

In my dream I was back there

Leaning on my saviour

Standing in what I had created as a haven

My childhood fairy garden

Underneath the old willow tree

I could hear them screaming in the kitchen

I knew what would happen next

When he was done with her he would look for me

Blood flowed from my bare limbs as I scrambled to safety

In my adult dream I was somehow shocked to look down at 8 year old hands

Scathed and bleeding I hid them behind my back

I was not pretty like the dolls I had seen in store windows

My cheeks were not rosy like my second hand Amanda

I was bruised I was scarred

Inside and out

All I wanted was to smile

Have I ever really moved from this place

Am I still running

Though now in high heels

A little girls fears

In a womans body

Longing for the willow tree

Nurturing branches

I turn in my sleep as the wind moves through its leaves

Like arms they dangle all around me

Somehow I dream they wrap tightly about my yearning form

I am safe I am wanted I am needed I am loved

Why dream this now

I have been at peace for so long

I half wake with your name on my lips

Leaning against the tree

Long willowy branches

A beautiful picture

Abstract in my heartache

My feet are cold

I wonder where you are

Lost to time

Like the weeds that overgrew my fairy garden

The clock says 6am

As daylight comes I try to stay there

A willow tree fades into the distance

Someone I barely recognise as myself sheds a tear

All at once the alarm reminds me where  I am now

And Love..

Like the willow tree I must scramble for

Love feels somehow hard to reach…

 

~Me

 

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Beautiful

In your arms

I am not me

I am beauty

Beautiful

A single touch

A thousand moments

Senses responsive

Held captive

The gatekeeper

Is the hypnotic waltz

Of your lips upon mine

Passion fleeting

Yet eternal

The dark sorceress

Surrendering control

Arching in fevered desire

I somehow barely recognise

As myself

For our union

weaves magic

Underneath you I become

Beauty

Beautiful

Coming together

A warm and languid caress

I drown in darkened waters

The depths of you

Your fragile soul

As the magic of midnight

Drifts sweetly overhead

Falling softly like a blanket

The sweet taste

Fills every ache

Carves grooves in my skin

A reminder of fulfillment

For the nights I starve alone

Pieces of me

Moulded from pieces of you

Reign perfect

A carousel of definitive chemistry

My love dances on a blade

Dark red blood

Drips from my heart

Into your pale and tender palm

Submersed in you

I am

Beauty

Beautiful

~

©EssentialSoulPoetry

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The Last Time

Sometimes

It would be easier to know it was the last time

You would hold close so so much stronger

That last kiss a moment longer

Take so many more photographs with your mind

Inhale that scent to soothe insomnia

Hold hands an hour not a minute

Breathe every hour synchronised

Let go of inhibitions

Light candles play music and dance

Not leave until delirious

Drunk with happiness and love

Eye to eye you’d say you’re beautiful

If you knew it was the last time

Youd make it

Perfect

And not regret the end

 

~Me

 

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I am..

I am of storms in teacups

Which turn ino tears

That form into rivers…

 

~Me

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Conspiracy Theory

I have decided it’s some kind of conspiracy theory that geocities are closing and I have to try and lift and save all my half done website before they wipe it completely

Almost like…

Wow, you’ve had a crap week… what else can we do

I’m really cranky now……

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