The Trees and the Leaves
The trees and the leaves they laugh at me
With pity and mirth and tear shed seeds
Waving and…
The Trees and the Leaves
The trees and the leaves they laugh at me
With pity and mirth and tear shed seeds
Waving and…
I Saw A Life
I saw my life through a shattered window pane
The paths I had crossed
And the greed I had gained
Th…
On The 370
Not on the three sixty or the three sixty five
This is what happens when the 370 runs by
Slammed to…
Varnish to cover the cracks
A sheen that glows through the murk
Layered on thick but watered down and dilute
Reflecting the world to hide all the dirt
A cement of sand without substance
Grainy with grit that flakes in hand
Enough of a wall to scare all only the confused
Barely bonded to take on the stand
Emulsion coated over fissures
Water repellent to stave off the leak
Sooner or later the colour fades away
And the flood returns a flow ever sleek
Wallpaper hanging by threadbare nails
Awaiting a saviour once more to arise
Only showing a picture if joy behind dark fittings
To slip away when the light burns and tries
Panelling that appears like oak logging
Is hollow and hiding the fragile inside
Would be easily lifted if the tacks are resisted
The façade to then fall to the aside
A veil that hides all imperfection
The first line to protect the failings behind
It shows as a mirror to deflect all the set ulterior
The last hope for the illusion undermined
JS
24/1/12
To walk with her barefooted in the dew
To see a sunrise erupt from the gloom
To watch the moon as it takes the night
To see stars in her eyes a shimmering sight
To hold her hand in spite of the rain
To understand the diversion eked from pain
To want to be as to not be apart
To etch a future from an overgrown past
To desire this touch above all else
To give all life for her above the self
To wander only to find solace in she
To know forever would still too soon be
To believe as two that one is to live
To above all others only her to receive
To hold her heart as she holds yours
Is to believe your love will eternally soar
To walk barefooted in the dew
JS
18/1/12
There’s a chill in the air
On the tip of my breath
Burning through my bones
A solid forced through a mesh
Ice crystals stirring on mass
In the depths of my veins
Searing to my heart
Against blood pressure’s tight restrain
There’s a gloom in my gut
On the edge of tearing through
Crushing up this rib cage
An egg pushed into a crescent moon
An internal global warming
From a heart I thought had lost its glow
Melting every frozen particle
That could flood these organs if allowed to flow
Sand bags along the oesophagus
Blast the oncoming floods with ice
Bring about frozen equilibrium
So the chill comes once again enticed
JS
18/1/12
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Bowed and Broken
I was bowed to you
Still you split me to the core
Made me lead towards an inferno
To brand me with your scores
Suddenly subservient to you
In the hope that wounds might heal
Still came the brow beating
The lashes landing never far apart
I stood on snapped bones
To be broken down to scrapped knees
Never to grow outwards from here
Just to fester in these rotten leaves
So I rooted down fast
Digging in as far as there was reach
With every beating endured
Brining nourishment to rooted feet
When the rains came
I grasped with braches out stretched
For you may have felled me
Yet in the end I’ll claim your breach
And as the sun rose
In springtime with warming rays
To bring me new life
A secret uprising without your say
I was bowed to you
As you split me to the core
But as I grow still strong
Your grasp on this will last no more
JS
9/1/12
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All I ever wanted was to be needed
Now all I do is cry as you’re bleeding
Was it that hard to stay by my side?
Instead you ran, I had to find where you hide
All I needed was you to be true
Left distraught and alone as you said we’re through
The last drops to fall were own not mine
Because I knew revenge would come in time
All the truth I saw was smoked and blind
The pain you inflicted belted from behind
In the end the snake caught its own tail
Lying on this floor now you are impaled
All the blind rage subsided as you died
It’s funny I thought I’d be empty not overjoyed
So I’ll leave now another coffin in the ground
As I entered the world you left no one heard a sound
All these deaths I purvey caused by others hands
Not a case of me burying a head in the sand
If I’m injured I attack it’s the way I survive
What does it matter that I never thrive
All these hands know is life after loss
Wanting to be loved with its happiness gloss
Turning to walk away it’s time to move on
So says the raven with her after life song
All I ever lost was the want to be needed
Now all I do is suffer with the bleeding
It’s always so hard to stay by my side
As even myself I cannot somehow abide
JS
9/12/11
I wanted you to notice me
Not to stop, stand and stare
Needed you to welcome warmly
But instead all you gave was cold glare
I wanted you to hold me
Not to choke air from my lungs
Needed you to embrace this
Instead you took this as weakness undone
I wanted you to need me
Not to laugh and ridicule this being
Needed you to want me around
Instead you left me ruptured and bleeding
I wanted you to touch me
Not to slap my hand away
Needed you to caress this face
Instead left a stinging welt the scar of your play
I wanted you desire me
Not to despise my very care
Needed you to accept this mess
Instead what you did showered me in scorn
I wanted you to love me
Not to abhor me out of spite
Needed you to open the door
Instead all you had was jeers of delight
I wanted you
JS
28/11/11
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I feel dizzy infused with the power of a dove
Driven to distraction by this
Strange and unyielding buzz
My legs feel heavy with the vacuum cleaner’s dust
It can’t stop the momentum
Of these feet in forward thrust
Suddenly nauseated by the freedom up above
A bile of sweetbread saltiness
Encased in the walls of love
This body does tire in the fighting of the wind
Best move forward a chess piece
To meet check mate before the king
Knocked to the floor as a ship with broken sail
Shattered on memory rocks
An epic journey set to fail
Arisen back up again by the wing of a crow
Rise and fall the story of
How I have come to grow
JS
6/12/11
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