Birds in song, when the road is long!

Creative writing is very new to me, I have not in the past felt that it was something I was good at, and am very much in the early stages of it now. My creative writing course officially begins in 2 days time! Whilst I was sorting the washing today, these words were jumping around in my head, finally i sat down and wrote them out, the kitchen was brimming with noise, cars were whizzing past, the washing machine was making the deafening noises that they tend to like to do….the original ending for the poem was ‘And I cannot hear the birds sing their happy happy song’ but just as wrote that line down, silence completely fell upon my kitchen, the cars stopped, the washing machine paused and the only sound I could hear were two birds chirping to each other from the tree in the garden, that for me was enough to suggest that my ending was wrong!!!

I know that one day I will look,

and you will be gone.

Until then, I try to keep control,

to be strong.

But, one day you will realise,

that this is simply wrong.

The road is really dark,

and oh so bloody long.

And yet, the only sound I hear,

are two lovebirds, in song.

What a mistake we made…

Oh, what a mistake we’ve made,
You never should have gone,
You really should have stayed.
So many years have come and gone,
So many tears, so many wrongs.
With lovers for company,
we were never alone,
are all chances finally blown? 
Or does the lure of the extroadinary,
that hides beneath the ordinary,
call out your name,
can things ever be the same.
Oh, what a mistake we made.

 

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You don’t hear me.

Even my screams go unheard.

I want you, I need you.

You are everywhere.

How can you be everywhere and not hear me?

Perhaps you do hear me,

so what stops you?

Perfection?

You have before you, pure perfection.

A mould of everything you believe yourself to desire.

Safety.

I can not compete, I am not perfect.

I know this, and you know this.

So you block out my voice, my words.

You are safe, you are happy.

My voice  fades away, a distant memory,

No longer heard.

You have lost, I was perfect.

You just never stopped to listen.

To your heart, and not your head.

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If time stood still

If time stood still, momentarily, I would find you and ask you all the things i want to know. I would tear open your brain and feed on the information, breathing in the finest details that have never passed your lips. I would know your inner thoughts, your deepest darkest secrets, I wouldn’t be left to wonder, I wouldn’t second guess what happened.

I would pin you down and climb on top, holding your arms to the ground I would stare into your soul and search for the answers I want. You would be defenceless,  you would be mine. All the words you never say, all the feelings that spread throughout but you push away, I would know everything.

I would softly kiss your tender lips, releasing the grip on your arms, as you would spin me to the floor, pinning me down with curious passion, Your body pressed between my legs, you would stare deep into my eyes, through into my soul and steal away the answers you long to know.

And when our moment was over we would know, to fight, or to fly, to stay or to go, we would know what we fear to ask, we would know if we have created a false identity, we would know who each others souls truly belong to….if time would just stand still, I could get the answers I want. x