windy
wind is blowing
a breeze will do no harm
I feel the wind blowing through me
lovely
Teenage
The Symphony of the Soul
Within the heart’s chambers, a symphony plays
A melody of life, in many different ways
Each note a chord of joy or pain
A soulful tune echoing through the brain
The music swells with memories old and new
A harmony of life, running true
The rhythm dances with the beat of the heart
As every note plays a vital part
The bass strings vibrate with every emotion
While the soprano notes sing with devotion
Together they create a sound so pure
Something that will forever endure
The symphony of the soul plays on
A wondrous journey, from dusk till dawn
An orchestra that never fades away
A melody that will continue to play
Out Of Touch
I’m on my bedroom floor
I’m gasping for breath
Mum look at me now I’m a broken-down wreck
I wipe away my tears
You’re pleading on your knees
What went wrong through the years
Baby please
Mumma open your eyes
I was dying inside
Now I’m done asking why
You fell apart
As I took control
You broke my heart
And I filled the hole
You come back around with your “I’m sorry” “It’s okay”
Now that I’m finally found I don’t wanna be part of this game that you play
Mumma wake up
I was breaking down
Where were you mum
Nowhere to be found
Better late than never you used to say
But forever felt like a lifetime for the price I had to pay
Can’t be alone
Can’t have sharps
Look what you’ve done
I’m drowning in the dark
Mumma open your eyes
I can barely hold on
I can’t save us this time
we’re too far gone
I thought as time went on
I’d forgive you
But it seems I was wrong
You look like yourself
But you’re someone else
I don’t know you anymore
Now you’re just a memory
A tape I often replay
Mumma I do miss you
I hope we meet again one day.
The End of Us
to look back on all the laughter,
how can it not seem bittersweet?
when we met last summer,
and your shimmering hazel eyes met mine from across the room,
I could have stayed there in that moment all my life.
messaging all day and night,
hours of calls,
meeting up and being so in love.
I wonder late at night,
when did the love turn to sadness?
when did the happiness turn to guilt?
your name lighting up my phone once again
but I’m no longer excited.
all the pictures of us in my phone,
but more importantly
engraved in the bottom of my heart in blood red,
I was so happy with you.
I wonder what made me feel like that then,
and I wonder why I don’t feel like that now.
if I could still love you,
I would take you out,
smile as we message,
call you on Christmas Eve full of holiday happiness,
spend as much time as possible with you.
but I can’t love you.
I don’t love you, and I’m sorry.
the memories come in flashbacks,
shattering my heart again and again,
but I know I was happy then,
although I think I’ve forgotten how to be now.
I’m sorry that this had to be the end of us.
Autumn
the trees blew in the harsh wind
each calendar, you’ll find Halloween pinned
baskets filled of fruit and veg
blasted corn mazes will keep you on edge
drinking hot soup
careful, your pumpkins may hide a dupe
trick or treating, kids love the
occasion
animals prepare for hibernation
Leaves turn from green to red to brown
Now the sun fades, you mustn’t frown
‘Tis not yet the season to sit by the hearth and lounge
On Hallow’s Eve, children shall roam the streets and scrounge
Ghosts seem to wander around the town,
Meanwhile all the children are in their dressing gowns
a face like a porcelain doll,
yet so small.
Open Near Me
Designer cakes, they’re there if you’re awake
from Mad Hatter to treats in batter
Closes at 12am
candles on the door
super things in store
petrol lies ajar,
daily press, on express
Rachel has diamonds in the cupboard
behind the candy box where she locks the country out
at the centre count;
only one single star.
It just would not budge,
you must pay the expense
until the bitter taste you bought for the sake
of a fiver-
try another size?
that’s the underhand business price.
Into the Background
The sky is grey
July is well underway
The grass soft to the touch
The wind blows lightly
I am at peace
Birdsong all around
An escape from reality
A world of chaos
Constantly changing
Evolving
I lay
In the natural world’s embrace
But despite the nature all around
The distant sounds of man’s creations are forever present
For the modern world is always here
Forever looming over nature
Even as I stare at nature’s beauty
The sound of cars stays forever present
As nature fades
To the background
2222
The waking sky
a glassy cerulean sea adorned
by wisps
of perfect white with splashes
of dancing pink flashes,
the cherry blossoms of spring
Shift over; no lives
lost but
new purpose found in a tired mother-to-be
new life whispered into a tiny heart
like a blooming mum in a dewy, fresh field
I delivered his golden soul last night,
Like Hermes of Olympia
He’s a premature rainbow, a fighter
She held her singing gift close,
safe until
I took him to the LNU.
The next rotation’ll send them home
preened and gift-wrapped
I can leave now. No?
My pager blares ‘LNU. 2222’
Then it was cold. Dark.
My talaria urge
me to his side.
Compressions.
1…
I’m losing him.
2…
O God
3…
ECG flatlined
But I push on
in vain with
hope.
That he’d cry, scream, thrash about.
Hope stained by bitter silence.
I want to cry, scream, thrash about but
no. Compose yourself.
I must repossess her little rainbow, take
that small chorus back
to Olympia.
Have you
crushed
a mother’s spirit
with an unwavering voice?
Told her that her little fighter now resides
among wisps of white? And hoped
that she’d cry, scream, thrash about.
Hope stained by bitter silence.
I guide her weary feet
to bed. And stay,
by her side
Wordless.
Till a new chorus, birdsong, chimed.
A hoarse ‘Thank you for trying. I would’ve –
joined him, but
your solace saved me.’
I can leave now. But this shift
is never fully
over