Is like dancing in the rain
Letting go of a string of feelings,
Swinging on a rainbow of thoughts,
A soft whisper,
A cry of joy,
A beat of the heart.
And just as first rain drops kiss the earth,
The petrichor of words,
Hits the senses,
To pen beautiful poetry.
31/12/2024

casts huge leaf shadows on dirt
and the mockingbird's mocking me.

"mockingbird,"
I put my hands in my pocket
and pretend a smile,
"some things you can't out run,
church bells and a wedding dress,
funeral processions and baptisms,
the cop car radio,

she was so beautiful in her wedding dress,"

I'm pointing my finger up at the mockingbird,
"so I'm a few steps ahead of you in heartache,

it was a toss of the dice,"I tell the bird,

"I threw a handful of rice."

"so don't look sad at me, bird.
everyone gets hurt."

and on her branch in the sycamore tree
the mockingbird's crying to me...

"I'm a few years ahead you...
Sweet One, lonely bird.

I've walked through fire,
stared into the wall of shadow and sorrow
into the cold silence of tomorrow.

I hear what you're telling me, Dear One,
loves been a little ******* you, too,

and there in illusion lies the danger
so please be kind, my friend,

the sorrows that never seem to fade away
become the grey, dark sea,
and sunlight through the Sycamore tree.

After years of
Constant self-abuse
I've finally reached
My breaking point
And I don't think
Superglue will
Do this time

Love being alien to many
comes as unbelievable reality;
to those who live in and
prefer the life of shadows.

Dear diary;
I do not feel-
no, I do not feel anymore.
Sometimes I can feel my heartbeat,
or a lonely butterfly in this stomach
but that pales in comparison to
when I used to feel alive,
to feel any hope at all.

Love shall fill the space inside of the rose,
In tender moments where its beauty glows.
A gentle touch, a whispered word,
In love's sweet embrace, our hearts are stirred.

The rose, a symbol of love's pure grace,
In its petals, a smile on every face.
But it's love that makes the rose complete,
In the space between, our hearts shall meet.

With every bloom, with every sigh,
Love deepens as the days go by.
In the fragrance of the rose, we find,
A love that's endless, intertwined.

Love shall fill the space inside of the rose,
In every season, where its beauty shows.
A timeless bond, forever it grows,
In the heart's garden, love eternally flows.