Poems

What lies behind?

A turn of a head,
for just a split second.
There’s that look. Held.
So steady and sure.
Strong, yet seemingly pure. 

Not a flutter, nor a falter.
Piercing, enchanting, 
understanding, judging?
What lies behind?
Is it something kind? 

Your stomach starts to churn,
so very nearly knotted.
A tiny slice of doubt. Niggling.
And so you look elsewhere,
Anywhere but there.

The fleeting moment flown.
Long lost before it started. 
And so you sit and wonder,
what did they see?
And once again, off you flee.

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Just Another Day - Poem

Just another day

Drip, drip,
you sit and watch.
Drip, drip,
the same old noise.
Drip, drip,
just another day.

Fix it, they say.
Fix it, they plead.
Fix it, they scream.
You stop,
and stare.

Drip, drip,
it’s back again.
Drip, drip,
glass-eyed and numb.
Drip, drip,
just another day.

Do something, they say.
Anything, they hope.
Fix it, they scream.
You stop,
and smile.

Drip, drip,
you rise and fall.
Drip, drip,
You laugh, you scream.
Drip, drip,
just another day.

Lost 

Lost souls searching for something,
a comforting contentment of another time,
when there were less questions and more smiles,
or so we imagine.

Lost souls searching for answers,
for a moment of peace amongst the bustle,
for some salvation hidden in the scattered dreams,
that once shone so bright.

Lost souls, lost souls.
Where will you go?
Lost souls, lost souls.
Seek until you find.

what makes you squirm poem

What makes you squirm 

A quick look,
a sneaky peek.
Eyes open wide,
pupils dilate.
Shock, horror.
What to say?
Stomach churning,
you turn away.

She looks at you,
a face of fear.
Lost for words,
eyes don’t linger.
Gaze cast down,
sorry you try.
Tears forming,
you wave goodbye.

A truth seen,
hard to digest.
She understands,
why you can’t.
One last glance,
forward you go.
A resounding sigh,
just another memento.

Tripping

A movement so quick,

or was it so slow? 

Colour,

streaking, 

stretching,

inching further, 

no, closer. 

Making waves, 

patterns, emerging. 

A sight not seen.

The real reality? 

A place unknown. 

Enchanted. 

Fascinated. 

Unlike the norm. 

Smiles growing, 

Laughter catching.

A look, 

a giggle, 

too much. 

Breathe, breathe, breathe. 

Look. 

The beauty. 

Darkness

The smile falters and the twinkle fades,
the laughter ends and the nights grow longer.
The darkness seeps in to every corner,
and soon you lose your thirst for wonder.

Leaving no room for thoughts of the future,
just filled with horrors dreamt in your bed.
Gone are the ideas that once played out inside your head,
replaced with a numbness that feels as heavy as led.

Each day is a torment between you and yourself.
A battle to paint your face with the same plastic smile,
to show the world that you’re okay for a while,
to try and surpass that imaginary, marked out mile.

Tomorrow will be easier, you say time and again,
but the future arrives and you’re still a mess.
You sit there wondering how they never guess,
and hoping one day that you may just confess.