salty tears on silken cheeks
languid, a crumpled heap
longing for eternal sleep
smudged black streaks
on cotton sheets
shattered heart, incomplete
jilted lover, wounded, weeps.
2011 © LH
Saturday 25 June 2011
The Darkness
As I keep to myself and the evenings close
The loneliness inside me grows
The darkness surrounds me like a hooded cloak
The fear inside me has awoke
Staring out, but nothing stares back
Though eyes all around in silent attack
I close my eyes and try to hide
Prepare myself as the voices chide
I put my hands up in pointless defence
As the voices around me become intense
A whisper, a sneer, they wound and scar
They draw closer from where they were
I taste saltwater on my lips
My tears have slipped through my fingertips
I hear a sound escape from within me
It's unfamiliar, yet it sets me free
A circle of light, a minature dawn
The shadows dissolve, my soul is reborn
Awake, I stare around my room
It's filled with light
And gone is doom.
2011 © LH
The loneliness inside me grows
The darkness surrounds me like a hooded cloak
The fear inside me has awoke
Staring out, but nothing stares back
Though eyes all around in silent attack
I close my eyes and try to hide
Prepare myself as the voices chide
I put my hands up in pointless defence
As the voices around me become intense
A whisper, a sneer, they wound and scar
They draw closer from where they were
I taste saltwater on my lips
My tears have slipped through my fingertips
I hear a sound escape from within me
It's unfamiliar, yet it sets me free
A circle of light, a minature dawn
The shadows dissolve, my soul is reborn
Awake, I stare around my room
It's filled with light
And gone is doom.
2011 © LH
Friday 24 June 2011
Friday 17 June 2011
Thursday 16 June 2011
Tuesday 14 June 2011
Hooked On You.
I want to sleep without dreaming
and wake without thoughts of you
the taste of you on my lips
just one more fix
my spirit crushed
yet I breathe in your smell
my body craves your touch
just one more fix
my spirit crushed
one more fix
it will never be enough
I'm an addict, a user
or are you using me?
does it matter, when we misconstrue reality?
my mind consumed with thoughts of you
oblivion....a place I cling to
transfixed by you
I want to be
I want to sleep and dream of you
wake up where the world smells new
our spirits free,
and you come to me.
2011 © LH
and wake without thoughts of you
the taste of you on my lips
just one more fix
my spirit crushed
yet I breathe in your smell
my body craves your touch
just one more fix
my spirit crushed
one more fix
it will never be enough
I'm an addict, a user
or are you using me?
does it matter, when we misconstrue reality?
my mind consumed with thoughts of you
oblivion....a place I cling to
transfixed by you
I want to be
I want to sleep and dream of you
wake up where the world smells new
our spirits free,
and you come to me.
2011 © LH
Sunday 12 June 2011
The armchair
In a little cove amongst the rocks
There is an armchair on the beach
The tide is coming in
But the armchairs' out of reach
It's lying on its' side
But it doesn't look out of place
As it rests upon the silky sand
It's got its' breathing space.
There is a man on the beach
Sitting on the rocks
He's got his jeans rolled up,
No socks
Feet dangled in the sea
I look at him,
He looks at me
And I try to understand
As I stand there on the strand
Why isn't he sitting in the armchair
On the sand?
2011 © LH
There is an armchair on the beach
The tide is coming in
But the armchairs' out of reach
It's lying on its' side
But it doesn't look out of place
As it rests upon the silky sand
It's got its' breathing space.
There is a man on the beach
Sitting on the rocks
He's got his jeans rolled up,
No socks
Feet dangled in the sea
I look at him,
He looks at me
And I try to understand
As I stand there on the strand
Why isn't he sitting in the armchair
On the sand?
2011 © LH
Thursday 9 June 2011
The Battle
I watched the tiny matchbox houses and the the twisting roads, never-ending snakes, carrying cars and people, armies of ants to nowhere. The patchwork fields of varying shades of green and brown disappeared slowly under the white curling wisps of smoke left behind by the burning battle going on in my mind. Then I could see no more, blinded, and there was only white. A blank canvas. I thought that it would be beautiful but instead it was bright and it sharpened the edges of my thoughts, it troubled me.
The matchbox houses and the people, the tiny ants, were a distraction from my thoughts. I closed my eyes but I could only see the blood spilling out from the battle in my mind, from behind my eyelids, a flicker of shadows lurking nearby. I concentrated instead on the soothing drone of the engines, and when I looked out the window, there were only the clouds, and nothingness.....except for my thoughts....
2011 © LH
The matchbox houses and the people, the tiny ants, were a distraction from my thoughts. I closed my eyes but I could only see the blood spilling out from the battle in my mind, from behind my eyelids, a flicker of shadows lurking nearby. I concentrated instead on the soothing drone of the engines, and when I looked out the window, there were only the clouds, and nothingness.....except for my thoughts....
2011 © LH
Tuesday 7 June 2011
Monday 6 June 2011
Kiss Kiss, Bang, Bang.
A bullet pierced my heart
left me lying on the sidewalk
wounded by your actions
scarred by your fictious talk
I didn't know you had a weapon
I didn't know we were at war
I became the target
you were aiming for
you just wanted to score
and what's more,
I'm responsible for
it all
When you loaded the gun
with the round of ammunition
you wanted to erradicate
the disarming competition
shot down again
executed by your lies
blinded by love
gunned down and left to die
you left me there
to bleed to death
without a backward glance
that's what I got
for giving you a second chance.
2011 © LH
left me lying on the sidewalk
wounded by your actions
scarred by your fictious talk
I didn't know you had a weapon
I didn't know we were at war
I became the target
you were aiming for
you just wanted to score
and what's more,
I'm responsible for
it all
When you loaded the gun
with the round of ammunition
you wanted to erradicate
the disarming competition
shot down again
executed by your lies
blinded by love
gunned down and left to die
you left me there
to bleed to death
without a backward glance
that's what I got
for giving you a second chance.
2011 © LH
The Remains Of Summer.
Lying in a bed of deceit
guilt takes a ringside seat
our hearts complete and sublime
making up for lost time
An Indian summer comes to an end
the man on the street can't comprehend
my despondency
the look of vacancy
on passer bys
I'm devoid, been cast aside
Feels like summer was a masquerade
I reside in cimmerian shade
one day I'll concede
and finally see,
we just weren't meant to be.....
2011 © LH
guilt takes a ringside seat
our hearts complete and sublime
making up for lost time
An Indian summer comes to an end
the man on the street can't comprehend
my despondency
the look of vacancy
on passer bys
I'm devoid, been cast aside
Feels like summer was a masquerade
I reside in cimmerian shade
one day I'll concede
and finally see,
we just weren't meant to be.....
2011 © LH
Sunday 5 June 2011
Shades Of Light.
If this world were all or nothing
And everything was black or white
Would I sleep more soundly in my bed
Knowing I was wrong, or right?
I would miss the orange hues
Of romantic summer evening skies,
The electric green that can be seen
From the courtship dance of fireflies
I would miss the twinkling azure blue
Of the water as it gently laps
Upon the cornsilk sandy beach
Teasing it, perhaps?
And what about the firebrick
And goldenrod of leaves,
That fall invites
As they drift glently downwards
From the trees
The saddlebrown of chestnuts
Wrapped in lawn-green spikey coats
Bloated orange pumpkins
And harvest almond oats
The purest white
Of the first snowflake
As it lands upon my nose
Turns to linen and old lace
As it becomes a pile of snow
The crimson red of Christmas rose,
Childrens frozen fingers
From throwing snowballs,
Making angels,
The silver mist of winter lingers....
When the shoots of spring
Push through the damp, dark, olive grass
The brilliant yellow daffodils
Stop me in my tracks
Indigo and purple kite
Soaring high in cyan sky
Flapping in the gentle breeze
Dipping, diving, whizzing by
Sometimes the colours in my mind
Blind and overwhelm me
The thoughts, the worries
Shades of grey
The unknown, the uncertainty
If the world were all or nothing
And everything was black or white
I'm sure I'd sleep more soundly
But I'd miss all these delights.
2011 © LH
And everything was black or white
Would I sleep more soundly in my bed
Knowing I was wrong, or right?
I would miss the orange hues
Of romantic summer evening skies,
The electric green that can be seen
From the courtship dance of fireflies
I would miss the twinkling azure blue
Of the water as it gently laps
Upon the cornsilk sandy beach
Teasing it, perhaps?
And what about the firebrick
And goldenrod of leaves,
That fall invites
As they drift glently downwards
From the trees
The saddlebrown of chestnuts
Wrapped in lawn-green spikey coats
Bloated orange pumpkins
And harvest almond oats
The purest white
Of the first snowflake
As it lands upon my nose
Turns to linen and old lace
As it becomes a pile of snow
The crimson red of Christmas rose,
Childrens frozen fingers
From throwing snowballs,
Making angels,
The silver mist of winter lingers....
When the shoots of spring
Push through the damp, dark, olive grass
The brilliant yellow daffodils
Stop me in my tracks
Indigo and purple kite
Soaring high in cyan sky
Flapping in the gentle breeze
Dipping, diving, whizzing by
Sometimes the colours in my mind
Blind and overwhelm me
The thoughts, the worries
Shades of grey
The unknown, the uncertainty
If the world were all or nothing
And everything was black or white
I'm sure I'd sleep more soundly
But I'd miss all these delights.
2011 © LH
Saturday 4 June 2011
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