Poem: Stars

 

 

 

It was a clear night,

she wrapped her fingers

through hers

as they rested on a blanket

and looked at the stars,

it was like a scene from a movie

only more mundane,

she listened as she told her

facts about stars and space,

suddenly interested in

something she’d never been before

because she was storytelling,

she kissed her on the cheek first,

courage stopping her from kissing her lips

though she really wanted to

then she kissed her back on the lips gently,

their first kiss,

they both blushed

and were unsure how to act

so they cuddled up in each arms

and she continued talking

about stars and the space

knowing they both felt

they were in a wonderful new galaxy

together

like stars in the sky

till the end of time.

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Poem: Painted Smile On Bleeding Heart

 

 

I was stupid

to let my heart

get so involved

and let you rip

it to shreds

like it was

a piece of rubbish

ready to be thrown out or

like clay to be moulded into

something harder

but I refuse to think it’s

useless rubbish

or to make it get harder.

 

 

I let my heart get

too involved

because I had no choice

and as much as I want to

say good riddance to you,

the sad truth is you could

play with my heart,

twist it every way you wanted

and I’d still be here

because I can’t break away,

I don’t even want it

and that’s where I’m stupid

but I can’t do anything about it.

 

 

And my heart bleeds inside

wanting to fix this,

to fix us

while you make no effort

because you don’t care

and you not caring makes my heart

bleed more but instead I paint on a smile,

believe everything will sort itself out,

I have to,

otherwise I’m going to cry again

and my pillow won’t thank me.

Poem: One-Sided

 

He started dancing the light fantastic

with the big noises,

the humble writer,

well she didn’t exist to him anymore

but when you dance the light fantastic

as a small fry with the big noises

you end up dancing alone

although of course she would

never let that happen,

to fall in love

she learned

was to lose all self-respect

and pick up the pieces

not because she was a goody-goody

but because she had to,

stupidly but understandably

she had to,

though he wasn’t there for her,

she knew she’d always be there for him,

it went without saying.

Poem: Just Like That

 

 

She felt so let down

in him,

in herself,

she wondered how

she thought there was a connection there,

some mutual feeling of respect and liking

and yet in seconds he

burned bridges,

erased her from his life,

just like that,

just like that,

after all she had done to help him,

just like that.

Though she wanted to be hard,

she knew she’d help him again

in the future,

it’s hard to burn bridges she knew

when you were in love

and she knew she’d be there for him again

just like that.

Poem: Fatuous Fatigue

 

Tired

of trying to please you,

no

I was not perfect either

but

then neither were you also,

we

had so much going on

though

I did not forget you,

however

you did clearly forget me,

chose

people who never did care,

oh

how I wish I wish

that

I didn’t care no more,

fruitless

I will always bloody care,

and

it is endless fatuous fatigue

because

you are such hard work,

yes,

but you are worth it,

me,

I am so caught up,

you,

I put you before me,

life,

just such a fatuous fatigue,

love,

the entire reason why here.

Poem: Argentine Tango With John

 

John was super handsome,

he was tall, dark and handsome

but Adam knew he had more

depth than that.

He was the kind of man

who had did ballroom from

when he was a little boy,

was absorbed by the world,

Adam worked in the canteen area

of the new ballroom studios

which John’s Mum and Dad,

two of the ballroom legends

owned and he would watch

this dapper man dance with

his long-term dance partner Laura

dreaming of him taking him in his arms

out on that floor,

John could lead, thought Adam,

I wouldn’t have a clue what to do if he didn’t

after all.

 

The months passed and one night

John extended his hand,

a warm smile,

a gentleman way about him

as usual,

Adam stepped forward

and took his hand,

no music,

just the sound of their steps

gracing across the floor,

“I’ll love to take you on a date

if you’d want to come with me?”,

John said.

Want to?!, John I’ve being dying for you 

to ask!, thought Adam.

“Might be fun, yeah.”, he replied instead.

They continued to glide across the floor

unaware that the future held in store

their marriage,

parenthood,

a gorgeous cottage

and a dog called Ralf.

And of course much dancing together.