Lucy walked slowly from her bed to open the window and was about to go back to sleep
when all of a sudden she heard.

Rustle, Rustle, rustle, Crash.

She tried to run to her window but her legs were like glued matchsticks.

Lucy could see nothing outside.

Her eyes were still hypnotized though, to that single spot- transfixed – on the garden and the

sky smeared with grey ink.

She didn’t notice the tiny footsteps moving closer. They were fast and quiet until they reached the last step.

They were now clonking closer and heavier than before

and then they stopped.

Something made Lucy shiver- a breath of ice at her neck. The light slowly, flickered to reveal a pair of dark eyes and blood red lips.
Lucy screamed but it was too late and her scream was no more than a muffled echo in her hollow room.

Relationship that stern, thoughtful Sonnet:
passionate words are restrained.
Pass that beer and tonic
drown the scars of pain.

Does this forced enough?
covered in kisses, lost in time.
We lay in bed about to make love.
We are not at the same rhythm.
We couldn't keep up that rhyme.
Words of utter distortion,
treading further with careful feet:
lips kissing with caution.
Us both leaving slowly
in that black hole,
behind the last train.
Rules been broken.

This isn't a sonnet, just random
spontaneous incomplete words
spun together. GRR... Words
GRR... that twisted verse.

You are an inspiration, a Muse
Fed me ideas, fed me words.
Your not to be abused.
Your meanings are heard:
the free bird, the free poet.
I could never make you suffer
Trapped in kisses, hugs of Envy.

I wanted to admire you:
admire that beauty.
Your the art I discovered
never to touch.

I love your voice, twisting
words, metaphors of
politics... knocked up.

We read such beautiful
ballads exposing the
crooked past we share.
We wrote, we read and recite.
Drink to share that regret, that shame.
Watching protests of pent up anger
sharing the same humiliation
that same physical... pain

We search  for that one person,
the Muse to set us free.
Heal scars of
the scorned heart
escape the scolding fire.

You are the best friend,
the comrade, the big brother,
never my lover.

part i

Sardine in a cardboard box
you cradle me in your arms.
Your voice burns the cold
Winter in my mind.

I feel you caress again:
I rest my eyes
Your arms locked in mine,
minutes perfect
time stops.

We leap forward
into an final kiss.
We leave the place behind.

Nights adventurers
wandering through
streets, half alive
half dead
we never sleep.

Part ii

I hoped sunday would never come
we depart;
we wait for the train.
seven, eight, nine
both insane.
Two swollen eyes,
twp shaking limbs,
a sore head:
t-shirt soaked in *****:
cider mingled in cigarette
stains...
That awful, awkward
wait to Leicester.
We stare in silence:
we say no more.

You return like clouds on a summer day.
Darken the warm glow,  with the black night.
You smell of stale air and soiled decay.
Burning my beacon with pale blue light.
I feel your bitter, cruel hands in the cost frost.
The dogs moan with a melancholy bark.
I hear musical notes of their sweet loss.
They are divided, but are never apart.
I would hate to erase your pale pasted form.
Will you always be, in my memory?
I want you to shine bright as the rise of morn.
To be majestic and calm as the joyous melody.
  Lady Fate paid her debt, and took your life;
  Therefore if you have arisen... are you my wife?

I see my reflection
she grasps my hands.
The water ***** deeper:
drags me down.

I go under.

The world is a distorted chasm
  surrounded by shadows
  creeping around
    every
     corner.

Roads slide into the night
  with no light.

Gardens decorated with
false fiery bulbs.

Curtains camouflage the windows:
chimney lights up
loud load.

Red handed.
They blow out.

Women whirl
in flutters of white.

Men stomp
about in bleak
black suits.

Music stops...

Air
grasps
throats.

Led into hallway
festered with doors.

The door thrusts

open.

They enter church.

Last fragmented seconds
stopped your
hour glass heart.

Time was playing
with you.
Snapping your
spare parts.

Time left you alone:
You now have no
rules or boundaries.

Your free,
free to roam,
anywhere?
Anywhere, plausible.

You are immortal.