A life...

A life on fire,
burning with passion,
searing, enraging,
engulfing everything.

A life on the edge,
needle-sharp emotions,
razor-like decisions,
about to topple over.

A life sinking fast,
swamped by everything,
washed under,
soaked and rung out.

A life of ice,
cold, bleak, demanding,
exhilarating and nerve -tingling,
but deadly.

Which one is yours?

What place is this?...

What place is this?

A silent echo, the roar of thunder...

The blinding light, a veil of crushing dark...
A history of emptiness,
So full of space.
Did once the sun and moon both rise,
'twere ever so.

Lift up my face,
Sweet odour of roses, jasmine, honeysuckle,
Heavy, towering and sickly,
Press me down, run me over.

A heat at once, intense and searing,
Chilling, burning,
Freezing,
Drying,
Not comfort,
But ultimately suffering.

Noise of wind,
Ever sighing, Forever roaring,
Breath of life soft,
Destruction in its spin,
Both but all at once.

You feel alive but,
Dead,
Feel pain,
Experience no sensations,
Touch life and hold dreams but
Let things slip things though your
Fingers.

What place is this?

A dream too far.

I wished for romantic evenings,
holding hands as we walked along.
Candle-lit dinners & whispers of careless moments,
sandy walks, long, uninterrupted.
Of secluded nights, blissful mornings,
Learning to know each other, getting to understand,
appreciate & forgive each other.

And eventually,
a life spent with the one who knew me best,
the one who trusted me, respected me,
treated me as an equal,
listened to me & and let me listen to them.
The one who didn't put me on a pedestal,
or put me down.
But was it a dream too far?

Nothing more than a name.

Alive, yet, life passes me by.

Awake, but feeling like sleep.

Hearing, but sound melts into a pool of randomness, meaning little.

Seeing, colours bleeding, edges blurred.

Feeling, texture all the same, nothing hard or soft, wet or cold, hot or dry.

Human, devoid of emotion however, having lost the ability to love or hate in equal measure.

Sentient, but unthinking, moving moment to moment, responding to the pushing of others.

Eating, tasting nothing, no satisfaction from nourishment.

A life in nothing more than name.........

Pain too great...

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Love is too great a pain to bear,
no longer is it a joy alone,
for once where I felt enthralled,uplifted,
This love now brings tears and sadness,
a trial beyond compare.

Sunlight once filled my heart,
music echo'd through my ears,
my eyes once shone,
now all this has gone,
and empty space pushes us apart.

My arms are wrapped around myself,
holding tightly whilst I cry,
I've given up holding back the tears,
You can't see me,
but I've lost the will to care.

Living on someone else's time...

On someone else's time you always watch the clock,
On someone else's time you can never relax,
On someone else's time they never feel like they are truly yours,
On someone else's time there's no room to do nothing.

In someone else's life you always have to come second,
In someone else's life it's never free of pressure,
In someone else's life you feel like you're intruding,
In someone else's life conversation is hesitant, not easy.

In someone else's space you are always looking behind you,
In someone else's space you can't be yourself,
In someone else's space there's no freedom,
And in someone else's space you leave no trace you were there.

There's something missing.

For a little while now I've been aware,
that a feeling of emptiness has been growing
inside me,
Like there's something missing.

I've used every moment I've had to spare,
to consider this absence,
now I know,
just what it is that's missing.

Whilst one one hand I feel relieved to know,
on the other I wake with fear,
realising just why,
I feel like there's something missing.

Because there's nothing I can do to fill,
the void which has grown,
and I stay living,
with something missing.

One way or another

Drift on, life passing by,
making choices, 
your road to determine through thick & thin.
People coming & going,
affecting you, in small ways and big,
for a short time or long,
for one reason or another,
never knowing when you meet which it will be,
till they move on.


Drift on, life passing by,
actions taken, decisions made,
some minor with no consequence beyond that moment,
others momentus, life changing,
affecting not only you,
but all those around you too,
in one way or another,
sometimes not realising it has done so,
until it has happened.


Drift on, life passing by,
words said, conversations finished,
without thought, just rushed, no care,
no stopping to consider that what is said might hurt,
or hinder, 
affecting not only those around you,
but you too,
one way or another.
A word badly spoken, or not even said at all,
is known immediately & forever.

Take a picture...

Take a picture of the moment,
Because it might never happen again.
You won’t remember it in five years time.
The people in it might not be there anymore.
The place you’re in might be gone.
You might not want to do it anymore.
You might not be able to do it another time.

Take a picture of the moment,
So you can capture the smiles on someone’s face.
So you can see what your children looked like once upon a time.
So you can remember where you went.
So you can tell a story about what it was like then.
So others can see how you looked.
So you can show someone where you’ve been.

Take a picture of the moment,
When you were at your happiest.
When you were with someone who made you laugh.
When you were with a person you miss.
When you were somewhere you could be you.
When you were being successful.
When you were trying to succeed.

Just take a picture...