Life Washed Away

Tender thoughts scripted in the sand
Just to be stepped on or erased by hand
Sat by the shore sculpting a phrase
A word for each memory, memories of days
Passing us subtly, without any delay
With just one wave Life is washed away

by the way: i took that picture on Qurum beach :)

I've Won the Battle

My fingers are ready to type a love message
But I stop to listen to my still conscious mind
I’ve numbed myself to forget you yet you know I will always think of you
How loving, how tender, how kind
I’ve won the battle of love and yet
I am a wounded soldier
The winnings of this foul play are my tears
I fled the truth only to be struck by it from behind
I’ve won the battle of love and yet
I am a traitor and not a martyr
There are no winnings, but only ruins For which I am to blame

Last Smile

It was unforeseeable
She had to go
Unstoppable
She had to leave me here
Perhaps it was destiny
As my eyes were destined to tear
Perhaps it was a blessing in disguise
But why does this blessing play such a trick on me
I ache, I suffer, I hurt from what she has become
She is but a distant memory
And her last smile…yes, that last one
Was the most precious thing she left me

In Dying Memory

I love you my little kitten
I miss your cute paws stroking my hair while I sleep
I grieve for the way you rub against me when I cook in the kitchen
The way you embrace me, just unforgettable
Such a loving creature you never gave too little
And when you take, it was never too much
I will never forget you my sweet Toffee
A promise I keep in a dying memory

My Jealousy

Picture by ~khepria

Stranger’s eyes, a colleague’s smile
Spending time with a friend for a while
Of the bed I sleep on he is covetous
Even of the air I breathe he is desirous
Toremented from within, he is so green-eyed
A secret he could keep no longer inside
He confesses ‘You know you are now mine
The possibility of harm coming your way sends a shiver down my spine
Powerless to its command, Lost in its mêlée
I love you and with that, comes my jealousy’

A Gentle Reminder

Life rushed by me until today
To the sound of my heart it did delay
I recalled a sweet time before our paths went astray
A tender touch that lingers on my face, I hope it will stay
I thought to send you this and I hope it finds its way
A gentle reminder
Of a love I had for you one day

I am not dead...I am brave

I went to the battlefield with a basket of flowers in my hand
A brave little sheep, I knocked my hoofs on the door of a wolf’s owned land
I was trespassing into an unknown territory with a smile one my face
My heartbeat so calm I slow-skipped to its pace
Didn’t see that I stroked a scorpion
Didn’t notice the “beware: you are entering a minefield” sign
I jumped off a plane with no parachute
Went skinny dipping in a leech infested swamp, yes in the nude!
Had a greasy burger for breakfast before my bypass surgery
I took off my socks and walked on glass I could not see
Walked on a train track, ears plugged with cotton and the approaching behind me
You could say I even put a gun to my own head
And I still smile
Because I am not dead.

This poem may be, in the near future, edited with parts being rewritten