A brisk wind and slow footsteps
Seagulls cry and yet
There is nothing found here
Low tide
High expectations
Slip
You find yourself slipping.
The cocoon has become uncomfortable.
Your shut door edges open and
Light is not welcome here.
Strange languages embrace your ear.
Meter rises, falls. A heartbeat.
You hear lyrics but taste hell.
The season is ripe for changing.
You are swaddled, swathed,
A straight jacket with no straight answers.
You say slip.
They say head first.
We are Sailing
You want to go.
Eight weeks and counting
High season and low breeze
No thoughts for me.
I plan the schedule prior.
Move out.
Set the status quo on fire.
Leave me behind.
Life on the ocean waves
Sings higher.
But salt water stings
And open wounds are not bathed.
Your reflection smiles in the ripples;
Shedding tears to the deep below.
But still you’ll go.
No matter
You say it doesn’t matter
But it does
And there’s a gap
You want to fill
But
It’s too far
And too wide
And it’s far to deep
And still you say
No matter
The last dance
She’s swaying to his music
Slow tap heel and arms aloft.
Notes stutter
Sharp when it should be flat
He should be watching his fingers
But he’s watching her move instead.
I stare,
Dancing in my moonlight
Cold in shadow
Silent. Alone.
Fruity
Strawberry kisses
Ice cream cold and twice as sweet
First taste of summer
Eggshells
I am
Walking forward
Yet
With every step
More eggshells break
And I wonder how long
It will be
Before my stride is steady
And my heart is sure
Princess
They told you
You would wear a crown.
You would be mighty and your
Rule would be great.
Rubies, emeralds, diamonds.
You stare into their glass eyes and
See it all reflected.
Fools gold.
You take your crown and run;
Royalty’s not for everyone.
Journey
It has been months now
Deciding on where your journey starts
A hilltop, mountain, cliff.
Forty long years and you are still lost
Hoping your heart leads you to heaven
Whilst your feet still dance with the devil below
voyeuristic
i can only dream;
directionless
scrolling up, down.
i am bound by petrification;
if an action is
louder than words
my silent
voice is an echo.
i sit quiet.
i stay inert.
Beat, Measure, Rhyme 