A collection of poetic thoughts:

Entirely mesmerized
I'm watching your mouth move
Your lips stretch around each sound
I can't hear the words, only the sound of your voice

I could sit for hours, outside time, just you
Watching you speak, feeling your leg against mine
You are near me, I feel as though I cannot breathe

From the moment you walked towards me
Nervous, awkward, unsure but wonderful
Your pale blue gaze fixed me to you

I am entirely mesmerized


Your eyes are blue

If someone had asked me
I'd say I preferred brown
but your eyes are blue
If someone asked me now
I'd say I preferred you
and your eyes are blue


This knight in poisoned armour

This knight in poisoned armour
Takes my hand
Takes my love
Sweet smiles hide dark mind

This knight in poisoned armour
Takes my power
Takes my peace
Forgotten promise, all unkind

This knight in poisoned armour
Takes my soul
Takes my freedom
Dagger touch did I find

This knight in shattered armour
Is ended now
In memory
All entangled to unbind


The message

I sit at the table, furiously drinking coffee and staring at the screen
Thinking about the perils of words
Words, what are words, when they only flow one way
Waiting always waiting
Always on the side of insane, never refrain
Why do the patterns remain?

The only sound is the ticking of my brain
When does it begin?
Lost forever in this aching space
Somewhere yet nowhere
Will true smiles ever return to my face?

The infinite moment is breached by a sound
I’ve heard it before
The message is wanted but never found
Sometimes when the waiting vaguely ends
In that time space, the sound almost plays to my desire
But only enough to cause the path to bend

The direction remains
How ever did it come to now?
When will my thoughts come to mend to a different story?
Did I ever allow this shapeless path, with endless perils?
The path has taken over, the end is sometimes forgotten

Yet the journey is still mine
I walk the road but something else makes the choices
The endless anticipation of a sign, that never arrives
Desire is replaced with despair, then despair with emptiness
I must attempt a rescue but is it too late?


My tree reached up, it's branches rose
Leaves twisted 'til they found the light
And yet at first I did suppose
Your eyes were filled with deadly night

I wonder now, as time has past
Has instinct dulled to dust
Leaves are slowly twisting back
Green fading now to rust

Petals fall towards the ground
More as each day sails past
Nothing but dead earth is found
Soul decayed unto the last

From smallest speck that I have left
Can I reach beyond the grave
I fear that I'm beyond bereft
Traveled too far to forgave


Written by: Emily Dickinson 

A Door just opened on a street

A Door just opened on a street --
I -- lost -- was passing by -- 
An instant's Width of Warmth disclosed -- 
And Wealth -- and Company. 

 The Door as instant shut -- 
And I -- I -- lost -- was passing by -- 
Lost doubly -- but by contrast -- 
most -- Informing -- misery --


From the telephone by Florence Ripley Mastin 
This is a rather magical poem by Florence Ripley Mastin. It is poems like this that make me realise I've a long way to go before I can write so beautifully. Her words. Such emotion. Your voice broke like a flower. Sigh.

Out of the dark cup
Your voice broke like a flower.
It trembled, swaying on its taut stem.
The caress in its touch
Made my eyes close.



Not obliged
Between you and me
You start to
Disregard that
There is work to do
Feelings have me, yet
I’m not obliged to
You must remember
That I matter to you

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