Spread upon the sands of eternity,feeling waves cleansing my soul,washing away agony collected for eons. No longer drowningin the sorrowsfrom my past. Innocent. Pure. Free.

The scent of grass The sound of birds The quiet whisper Of unspoken words The silent speeches The vanished yells The cold and the frostOf deep black wells Nothing is said here There is nothing to say And silence grows Day after day The sight of children Cold and dead The noise of hatred Born and bred The frosted trees Of a forever fog The dark gray color Of thick smog Death approaches swift The air is full of fear Terror...

Death. This has been a year of it. Between people that I know and people that I don’t and the deaths of relationships, it’s just too hard to take sometimes. Today (4th October 2012) is the fourteenth anniversary of my gran’s death. I visited her grave today with my mum and laid flowers. We couldn’t stay long because my brother had taken ill at school, but we did lay some flowers and say hello. It’s funny, isn’t it? We sti...

Even in escape, there’s no escape, no opening of waters, no Promised Land,no paradise, no freedom if the Sinai that was crossedso long ago is littered now with bonescrumbling in that sandand broken hearts are screaming anguished criesand tears from longing eyes roll down cheekslooking at the land no longer theirs.Now, there is no grassy hill to sit on in the setting sunfeeling chosen while the "un-chosen" run through burn...

Take away all that is the best of me Suck me dry and render it down Leave me a hollow husk of former life Gone... and all because of you. Why do I hang upon your every word? Why do I cling to myth and mirth? Why can’t I simply say enough! And leave. And run. Run! Far and fast, away from you. Ignore that which breaks in my chest Ignore this glowing thing that threatens to die To erase my existence, so I drift away Lost and...

The first thing I'll do is pull you close and kiss you that day.As you look into my eyes, and tell me what you want to say.Your words of affection, from the heart, fall upon my ears.Whispered softly, knowing it’s just what I’ve long to hear.Our lips touch, while your fingers gently caressed my skin.You ignite a small flickering flame of passion deep within.You pulled me close; your arms encircled me, holding me near.Nestl...

Today is much darker than yesterday  You are gone no longer by my side.  The nights and days we spent together  Forever cherished as these live in my mind.  You were always here always close to me,  Giving me your love without reserve  Eyes so blue the clearest sky would envy.  Your devotion to me I did not deserve  A face so beautiful you were as a painting.  Body strong without fear always on call  Almost like the queen...

I had her name traced above my heart Cupped my belly, feeling the spark Within, I felt the beat of life, the echo of her cry Her breath a butterfly Brushing the cobwebs from the grave with her wing Oh you precious thing And she, oh she had his name tattooed on her wrist Delicate letters, a secret script A reminder of what is precious, and what is not And hearing that, I smiled and thought Of all the songs he used to sing...

I imagine you have my hair. My nose. Maybe my smile.your daddy's eyes that twinkleevery once in a while. I imagine you have his humour. His laugh and his chin.My heart shaped face and the colour of my skin. I imagine you have my tendency to be coy.Your daddy's loyalty and his never ending joy. I imagine you havehis vision, his desire to achieve.My clumsiness, my passion in supporting what I believe. I imagine you have my...

In the depths of darkness, a heart is broken. In a broken heart lay settling sorrow  In the deep depths of sorrow light becomes visible  Happiness is sure to arouse.  Arousing happiness follows certain recovery.  With certainty of recovery a wound begins to mend.  The feeling of a mending wound  Happiness begins to flow.  Flowing of happiness  Soon to be me again, sorrow follows love  Recovery follows sorrow forevermore.

Shorn child He cut my hair off Lock by lock, Hair Mother brushed for me near our blazing fire. and tied my hair back as a pony tail stretching my eyebrows Slanting outwards. He cut my hair off Lock by lock, Hair that Aunt Cecil Would not brush while She had me in her home. Mother absent banished me there Tell her ,no. Father, sister didn’t you care? He cut my hair off Lock by lock fleeing to the garden I sobbed and sobbed...

Trapped.Trapped in a bubble of hatred,That suffocates rather than embraces me.Engulfing me with a fiery passion,Washing away any other emotion.Anger claws at me from the inside out,Shredding my last glimmer of hope, faith and serenity.It blinds me, only leaving behind the sight of pain and trepidation.Why have I been cursed with such sorrow?The four worst elements of life:Pain, Sorrow, Anger & Hatred