Mark My Words

Did you know I write poetry? Not great poetry, but hey, I’m not claiming to be a poet. I did these a year and a bit ago now and posted them on Facebook if you want to comment on there too. There are two “love” poems entitled Always and Forever and Beauty and two “hate” poems entitled Alone and Jealousy. I tend to like writing more about “hate” as it’s a raw emotion and one I can relate to better, if that makes sense? I’m really an introvert trapped in an extrovert’s body. The line breaks are intentional, along with the selective use of punctuation i.e. it’s not random! They come from a dark time in my past, where I found expression in the written word. I hope you like them.

Always and Forever

You are always in my thoughts,
my one true shining light.
The sole solution to this
formulae of life.
Your radiant glow leaves me
heroic,
empowered,
magnanimous.
Heaven sent,
hand-crafted,
angelic.
Our contours
entwine
as we embrace as one.
A perfect embodiment
of Yin and Yang.
Time abates as
we share each nanosecond.
Our thoughts as one,
united.
Let me be yours
Always and Forever.

Beauty

The wind sweeps through
her shimmering hair,
The sun’s rays refract
off her glowing cheeks
lighting up
her incandescent eyes,
She pauses.

As time perpetuates
her every breath,
accentuating
the contours of
her perfect form.

Each gentle footstep
echoes in the soft air,
Her footprints imprinted
into the delicate earth immortalise.

Her thoughts are youthful, naive
pure
she knows nothing of pain or death,
Her heart beat calm
rhythmical
unknowingly warm.
This
beauty.

Alone

This icy cavern is filled with
lonely thoughts and broken dreams,
Dark, brash tones reverberate through
this caliginous chasm.

The walls are thick, unforgiving,
protectors of the light outside.
Pain and hurt drip
into puddles of despair,
deep enough to drown the sorrows
of the broken man.

The earth is damp,
dead.
A forgotten patch of pity and remorse.
Yesterday is a distant memory,
tomorrow tends to infinity.

A ray of light permeates
the dense air,
shadows are twisted,
contorted into nothingness.
Nyctalopia.

Each breath constricted,
asphyxiated,
lost
in this fade.
You were never there.
Alone.

Jealousy

It bleeds in the back of
a fragile mind,
slowly
contorting hopeful thoughts
into dull pools of anguish
congealed
into irrefutable pain.

The heart palpitates,
every thought of you
shadowed
juxtaposed
against your new epitome of
love and security.

There is no light in this dark
corner
belittled,
denigrated,
unrequited.
A lesser.
Jealousy.