Tuesday, 9 March 2010
Darkness
The emptiness within my soul beckons the darkness upon me. My whole world is empty. My heart in pain. And my body numb from the disheartening dreams that once projected a glimmer of light and hope. The demon watching over me dominates my world. My dreams within it's grasp and my voice projects its words - persecuting and ripping my soul from the destination I wish to reach.
Saturday, 28 November 2009
The last beat of the Heart
With every beat of my heart I know im alive. With every breath I take, I know I am free. But when we are born into this world we never think about that last breath, or the last beat of our heart.
We are born with a heart for a reason. It's not just to pump our blood around our body, it's for us to love. We mustn't let our last beat die without finding love, or our last breath fade without sharing it with that one special person.
What is the reason to breath if we live in vain?
Each and every breath we take should be for a reason, and once you find that reason, and only then, will you be happy to feel the last beat and take that last breath.
We are born with a heart for a reason. It's not just to pump our blood around our body, it's for us to love. We mustn't let our last beat die without finding love, or our last breath fade without sharing it with that one special person.
What is the reason to breath if we live in vain?
Each and every breath we take should be for a reason, and once you find that reason, and only then, will you be happy to feel the last beat and take that last breath.
Monday, 23 March 2009
Doves
The bottle of red wine clanged the chrystal glass as the wine sloshed from the spout. A long and hard day at work burned any life left inside me, my energy like a candle dying through time.
I reclined back in my chair with my lips folding over the rim of the glass. The wine warm and sharp, re-lighting the flame within me.
The remote within my hand aimed for the stereo; releasing a love song that sprung to my ears. A large bed of wild flowers within green pastures called to me as I imagined my body cushioned within such beauty. The sky, clear but alive with energy as the sun fired life within the openness, which displayed a beauty of its own.
The soft firy glow attracted many wild birds to soar and dance free, but it was two doves that attracted me.
The love birds displayed a dance within the sky, the affection highlighted by the closness they projected through their play, gracefull, caring and protective.
The beauty of nature is like music to my ears - like the doves - there is someone for everyone, and when you find them you never let them go.
I reclined back in my chair with my lips folding over the rim of the glass. The wine warm and sharp, re-lighting the flame within me.
The remote within my hand aimed for the stereo; releasing a love song that sprung to my ears. A large bed of wild flowers within green pastures called to me as I imagined my body cushioned within such beauty. The sky, clear but alive with energy as the sun fired life within the openness, which displayed a beauty of its own.
The soft firy glow attracted many wild birds to soar and dance free, but it was two doves that attracted me.
The love birds displayed a dance within the sky, the affection highlighted by the closness they projected through their play, gracefull, caring and protective.
The beauty of nature is like music to my ears - like the doves - there is someone for everyone, and when you find them you never let them go.
The Bitter Rose
Summers day blooms the most beautiful flowers - both colours and scents. A blanket of wild flowers, bordered by evergreen trees, attracts lovers to delve within their cushioned aroma.
The golden glow within the purest blue sky beats down upon those who wish to appreciate the natural beauty.
A visit to the beauty spot - a handful of flowers picked - destined to be given to a wife, mother or lover.
Tulips, bluebells, orchids, for-get-me-nots,buttercups, daises and a single Red Rose bedded between the mulitiple colours.
A gentle touch falls upon the single rose. His finger tips stroking at the soft petals before strolling down the stem and then...
SNAPP!
The single red rose is taken. For who? His wife? His Mother? Or his lover?
He has someone with him and strolls through the flowers, following the same path out that lead them in.
The rose clasped within one hand as his fingers on his other hand tickled hers. Her chuckle echoing as they reached the end. Their heads askew as they kissed goodbye. Him going his way, and her the other.
A kiss upon her fingers is blown towards him. Parted he heads home.
A police lady sitting with his children. Their eyes full of sorrow as they lifted their heads. The police lady stands and approaches him...
'I'm sorry sir, there has been an accident, your wife is dead.'
The disheartening words distanced as he thought of his guilt. He was out with his lover when he should have been with their mother.
'She tried calling you sir.' The police lady continued... ' her car broke down, but she couldn't get through.'
He pulled his phone from his pocket. It was off. He switched it off so as he could have time alone with his lover...
' The children came home with their aunt today' she continued as he lowered his head. 'Luck they did, as a lorry struck your wifes vehicle. She had no chance.'
The rose relased from his hand and come to rest upon the floor. His hand spotted with blood from the thorns. Her blood, he had her blood on his hands.
His seven year old daughter approached and picked up the rose...
'Is this for mummy? She would've loved it daddy.' Her gentle voice broke through the choaked emotions.
His head fell with shame, and a river of tears carried his guilt. His daughters hand clasped his...
'I'll look after you daddy!'
The golden glow within the purest blue sky beats down upon those who wish to appreciate the natural beauty.
A visit to the beauty spot - a handful of flowers picked - destined to be given to a wife, mother or lover.
Tulips, bluebells, orchids, for-get-me-nots,buttercups, daises and a single Red Rose bedded between the mulitiple colours.
A gentle touch falls upon the single rose. His finger tips stroking at the soft petals before strolling down the stem and then...
SNAPP!
The single red rose is taken. For who? His wife? His Mother? Or his lover?
He has someone with him and strolls through the flowers, following the same path out that lead them in.
The rose clasped within one hand as his fingers on his other hand tickled hers. Her chuckle echoing as they reached the end. Their heads askew as they kissed goodbye. Him going his way, and her the other.
A kiss upon her fingers is blown towards him. Parted he heads home.
A police lady sitting with his children. Their eyes full of sorrow as they lifted their heads. The police lady stands and approaches him...
'I'm sorry sir, there has been an accident, your wife is dead.'
The disheartening words distanced as he thought of his guilt. He was out with his lover when he should have been with their mother.
'She tried calling you sir.' The police lady continued... ' her car broke down, but she couldn't get through.'
He pulled his phone from his pocket. It was off. He switched it off so as he could have time alone with his lover...
' The children came home with their aunt today' she continued as he lowered his head. 'Luck they did, as a lorry struck your wifes vehicle. She had no chance.'
The rose relased from his hand and come to rest upon the floor. His hand spotted with blood from the thorns. Her blood, he had her blood on his hands.
His seven year old daughter approached and picked up the rose...
'Is this for mummy? She would've loved it daddy.' Her gentle voice broke through the choaked emotions.
His head fell with shame, and a river of tears carried his guilt. His daughters hand clasped his...
'I'll look after you daddy!'
Who am I?
The pounding of my heart as I waunder through the deserted streets of my home town awakens the reality of the memory loss I endured.
The sudden lapse of my history - for a reason not known to me - emerging a stranger in a desperate hunt for a personality that had once exisited.
The street - lined with erected houses that margined me like two rows of soldiers - called to me as I strolled down the centre of the empty road.
The hollowness bounced the echo of the whisper repeatedly. But the whisper just wasn't loud enough. The calling distancing to my ears, and my thoughts incarcerating me from my own freedom.
The blanket of coldness surrounding me is becoming worse.
Where am I? What's happening - not only to me...but also my family, who am I?
The sudden lapse of my history - for a reason not known to me - emerging a stranger in a desperate hunt for a personality that had once exisited.
The street - lined with erected houses that margined me like two rows of soldiers - called to me as I strolled down the centre of the empty road.
The hollowness bounced the echo of the whisper repeatedly. But the whisper just wasn't loud enough. The calling distancing to my ears, and my thoughts incarcerating me from my own freedom.
The blanket of coldness surrounding me is becoming worse.
Where am I? What's happening - not only to me...but also my family, who am I?
Love is in the air...
Hand in hand we strolled through the busy sandy beaches. The golden glow of the sun beating down upon us.
Newly wed and much in love as we halted by the shore. My pink bikini revealed my glowing tan, and his muscular body deeply tanned - pinned against mine.
We kissed, and the beating waves splashed against our revealed skin as the shore drew closer.
Our love, and the rest of our lives now full of warmth and growing passion...
Newly wed and much in love as we halted by the shore. My pink bikini revealed my glowing tan, and his muscular body deeply tanned - pinned against mine.
We kissed, and the beating waves splashed against our revealed skin as the shore drew closer.
Our love, and the rest of our lives now full of warmth and growing passion...
Jealous Lover
My feet dragged painfully across the hot and sharp cobbled road as my hands - blooded and swollen from the desperate grasp for freedom - pulled my weakened body.
I endured many days incarcerated within an air tight container - kidnapped - for what I know now...a jealous lover to my husband; desperate to gain full access to the love she endured during his time of betrayal to me.
My mind else where, prevented the pain from worsening as I made my long and agonsing journey to where ? I had no idea where I was.
The sun was beating down on me and my long dark hair began to stick around my face as the persperation greatened with every passing second.
My clothes, torn and riddled with dirt, clung to my malnorished body. My narrowed eyes released blured vision - darting within their sockets to gain full site.
My sight regained as I pulled myself to my kness. My pounding heart began to slow its pace as I concentrated my gaze upon the empty fields that boardered the cobbled roadway.
The green grass a luxury to my eyes. I rested upon this spot for a while, having no idea of the day or time. It seemed forever.
The heat from the sun withdrew from my skin as the tempreature dropped, and the much needed day light soon turned to a dismal and petrifying darkness. The emotions of the entrapment soon came rushing back, as the only light present, was the dimness of the moon.
The darkness carried my breath as I clenched into my knees. My distorted breath chilling my spine as my nerves dashed wildly with fear - scared to breath- scared to cry - any sound through the darkness gradually becoming my enemy.
Through the darkness, lights from the distance approached. The beames raced across the emptiness, stinging my eyes as they moved closer to me. I dived to the floor as the lights halted.
A creak emptied through the emptiness and my body quivered with fear. I huddled even tighter to myself as footsteps passed over the roughness of the road. Manly footsteps, heavy and slow. They halted before me. Too scared to look, I quivered beneath the shadow, and then suddenly - a touch fell upon my shoulder. I screamed hysterically, my cries echong through the emptiness -
'It's ok...don't be scared, let's get you home.'
I felt warm for once. He was a stranger...but he knew me. I had been on the news. I had been missing for five months, moved from one destination to another. He was passing by and saw me, he knew then, who I was, and the jealous lover, well...she's the one incarcerated now.
I endured many days incarcerated within an air tight container - kidnapped - for what I know now...a jealous lover to my husband; desperate to gain full access to the love she endured during his time of betrayal to me.
My mind else where, prevented the pain from worsening as I made my long and agonsing journey to where ? I had no idea where I was.
The sun was beating down on me and my long dark hair began to stick around my face as the persperation greatened with every passing second.
My clothes, torn and riddled with dirt, clung to my malnorished body. My narrowed eyes released blured vision - darting within their sockets to gain full site.
My sight regained as I pulled myself to my kness. My pounding heart began to slow its pace as I concentrated my gaze upon the empty fields that boardered the cobbled roadway.
The green grass a luxury to my eyes. I rested upon this spot for a while, having no idea of the day or time. It seemed forever.
The heat from the sun withdrew from my skin as the tempreature dropped, and the much needed day light soon turned to a dismal and petrifying darkness. The emotions of the entrapment soon came rushing back, as the only light present, was the dimness of the moon.
The darkness carried my breath as I clenched into my knees. My distorted breath chilling my spine as my nerves dashed wildly with fear - scared to breath- scared to cry - any sound through the darkness gradually becoming my enemy.
Through the darkness, lights from the distance approached. The beames raced across the emptiness, stinging my eyes as they moved closer to me. I dived to the floor as the lights halted.
A creak emptied through the emptiness and my body quivered with fear. I huddled even tighter to myself as footsteps passed over the roughness of the road. Manly footsteps, heavy and slow. They halted before me. Too scared to look, I quivered beneath the shadow, and then suddenly - a touch fell upon my shoulder. I screamed hysterically, my cries echong through the emptiness -
'It's ok...don't be scared, let's get you home.'
I felt warm for once. He was a stranger...but he knew me. I had been on the news. I had been missing for five months, moved from one destination to another. He was passing by and saw me, he knew then, who I was, and the jealous lover, well...she's the one incarcerated now.
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