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…and now you believe you know my story
the controversies of your phallus ideology
fearing the void of a blood soaked page,
etched markings of scars left to age,
tear-less, these eyes lay dry
haunting the clouds of a melancholy sky.
Choking life from collapsed veins,
memories of when the floods last came.
An empty vial, a constructed belief
an idiots guide to phallic relief.
Karen Hayward ©2017
Image and word
When she tells you she misses you,
she means to say she craves you,
she yearns to wrap herself in your essence
and slowly devour tender kisses
through the twilight.
She means that she desires the way
your voice curves across her skin,
and the rise and fall and rise again.
She means she wishes to kiss smiles onto your lips
and dimples into your cheeks
she means she realises her soul searches
for you, reaches out to you
when she tells you she misses you
she means to say,
“kiss me, kiss me long and deep and true
let me taste for just a moment,
the essence that is you”
Karen Hayward © 2018
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I always know where to find you
tightly packed away in a dusty chest
at the far end of things that didn’t go to plan
I still recall the view late at night
and yet the room is a distant blur of nylons
crisp cider and munchies
our hunger was insatiable
nourished finally by the morning breakfast
and then, you fell beneath
the stampede of regret? Or panic perhaps?
And so the tide washed away the scent
and you shuttered down the doors,
absentmindedly hitting like from one
year to the next as you wander through
your days.
Karen Hayward ©2020 image and words
I close my eyes tight.
Abandoning my sight.
Hand pressed against my eye,
tears streaming, I try not to cry.
A small whimper escapes my lips,
As I move, and hop, and wiggle my hips.
The coldness soothes. No stinging now.
As I press the flannel against my brow.
The shampoo washes away,
Never in the eye again, I pray!
Karen Hayward ©2013 -Edited Image and words
No goodbye, no reason why.
No sorry and no lies,
No goodbye, no reason why.
History once again,
prevails its weakened soul.
So much forgiveness,
but the end is nye.
No goodbye, no reason why.
No sorry and no lies.
No goodbye, no reason why.
So undeserving of the truth
you offer silence instead.
When true words would
sooth a broken heart.
No goodbye, no reason why.
No sorry and no lies.
No goodbye, no reason why.
No empty lies.
No questions of why.
Just honest truth
Is loves real proof.
Karen Hayward ©2013 – Edited 2020 Image and words
I wanted to say broken
but you wouldn’t understand.
I wanted to say lonely
no ones there to hold my hand.
I wanted to say so much
but, there are so few I trust.
So I did the best I could
and simply said,
‘Hey, i’m good’.
Karen Hayward ©2013 – Edited 2020 Image and words
A room full of people, all so unsure.
Apprehension and anxiety, burns right to the core.
Descriptions so perfect, characters surreal,
Stories in stories, some of them real.
A mans life worked with numbers, now he wants words,
Can he dig deep, and describe, the sound of the birds.
The lady who hides, from her closest her talent,
Will the world hear her words, can she be valiant?.
The man who’s seen horror, and all in-between,
Will his words describe anguish, and all that he‘s seen.
The honourable man, that for decades, did his duty,
Can he produce fiction, a thing of beauty?
In a room full of people, all of us unsure.
I hear magical words in at least ten score.
I saw souls come alive, eyes shining bright,
Creative writing is hard, but we’re ready for the fight.
To friends on my course, the people I met,
We have the Red Book, each other,
so lets not fret.
Lets all share our words, our rhymes and our plots,
From each other, we can learn what works.
And what, does not.
Karen Hayward ©2012 Edited 2020
Choices, they have to be made
the game of life, it has to be played.
Stagnated, soured water and death
avoid all choices, and its all you have left.
Heart breaking decisions beyond all reason,
a heart that never changes, unlike the seasons.
It soon turns to ice learns only to hate
until you are knocking at the devils gate.
Choices they have to be made,
the game of life, it has to be played.
So be brave, my dear life soldier,
or else your precious soul grow colder.
Fear not the repercussions, but regret,
it will follow you, never to forget.
Karen Hayward ©2012 Edited 2020 Image and words
Sometimes, I sit and wonder. Is it my soul you plan to plunder? What then are you waiting for? Do you really think me the devils whore? Sometimes you sit and wonder can you really her soul plunder? What is she waiting for, you think 'My sweet, innocent devils whore'. Sometimes, they sit and wonder Late at night when the worlds in slumber. Why is fate so truly cruel? Is this the only way must we let the devil rule? Sometimes, the devil sits and plunder’s, all the thoughts of love and wonders. He shares with I and you the love to help us through each day that’s tough. One day we’ll sit and wonder for the lost days that life did plunder. And we’ll be grateful to the devil, that in our true love he did revel. Karen Hayward ©2012 - Edited 2020 Image and Words.
I sat on the stony shore as the soft ebbing tide drifted further away. The suns rays reflecting, of the seas surface, like gold dust, dropping from the sky. I close my eyes and, let the winter sun warm me. I can feel your kisses on my shoulder, they're soft and warm... My eyes open, I rest my head upon my knees. Fate is cruel. I look out at the blue/grey sky, and wonder why. Life is never easy and perfection is rare. But why does it taunt me. I close my eyes, go back to my memories, they're all I have now. All I will ever have. I never knew that I would actually miss you. Karen Hayward ©2012 - Edited 2020 Image and words
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