A purely whimiscal look on whats real and what could be deemed as imaginary. My life went into motion August 2009. Here are the stories.

Tuesday, 29 January 2013

Destroy

Love has nearly destroyed me
And it continues to burn unnoticed.
Its fierceness unbound.

It eats me, pounds on my bones
Making then ache and plead for mercy
Ground into delirious dust.

Confusion as to where my present lies
Hidden in the dull persistent ache of
Old love's residue

And the rawness of being ripped away from
New love without explanation.
All my love now only exists in the centre of the crash

Grasping and wanting to cling onto whatever
Looks alive.
All my love I must direct inwards

To force my beating heart to carry me forwards
And not expel it outwards towards people
That will not honour me. Give me the

Simplest of kindnesses,

Honesty. And often the hardest
To say when the dignity of the
receiver feels in jeopardy.

Still, the known is better then
It's more secretly supported
savage sibling of the unknown..

ljmh 2013

Friday, 4 January 2013

Twist

We twisted our tales,
Merged imagination.
Told each other stories of love
And how love has hurt us.

We twisted our tails
Shared our wishes for wings.
I unfurled before you,
Filled my senses with you.

It was good,
I fell so quickly
So deeply
So I twist, twist it into my myth.

We twisted our splendour
As our spirits soared over the sea
I would sing to you daily
If only you'd let me.

We untwist, I untwist.
And I let go,
I try.