Barefooted Late At Night

I sneaked out of my window one late night
I walked barefooted across the tear stained grass
I hopped light-footed across the white picket fence
I didn’t know where I was going I just needed to get out
The moon light up an eerie path, I smiled back at a shrinking house
Swung out my arms, I out stretched my hands and I ran free,
Going nowhere, going somewhere
Running faster, thoughts out of control, brakes abandoned
Fallen stars dance in the sky, nothing heard but the pounding of my heart
And the movement of my beating feet running, and running fast
In the dark, shouting, screaming, singing, I dance circles
Around a sleeping tree, bare of its branches, lost to the spring
I fill with emotion; I imagine the tree stirring, awakening from his sleep
Stretching branches laden with blossoms and I skip on
Running free, running faster out of control, no turning back
The shackles are off; the wind tickles between my toes
And I laugh, as I race a proud animal hot on his trail
My long hair trailing behind like a veil bellowing in the wind
I run fast and I run free
But in the morning when I open my eyes
It’s still there, my metal chariot, my silent reminder
…and there’s no mud on my bare feet
But late again tonight, I will sneak out of my window
Barefooted I will thread softly as I hop the white picket fence…

3rd March 2010, Wednesday

The Pretty, Ugly Ballad

In a place not so far, far away
Tears run fleeing a raven haired maiden
Not locked in a castle, not even running from goblins
Yet, this maiden weeps…
Bad judgement, lost ways, wrong turns
Her fairytale has gone wrong
And so now, she set afloat her sadness
With flowing tears, in hope to wash away
Her past, and wipe dry to a better future
Slowly, and lightly a sound can be heard
It lingers on her lips and slowly the sound
Can be more clearly heard, she sings
She sings a powerful, but sad empathy
Filled with compassion, a pretty
Yet ugly song, not nearly a song
More of a ballad, an unheard tale
And slowly the story is being told
A tale of foreign lands, were mistakes
Were made, but most of all
Hurt was endured that still lingers deep
Deep inside, and could only be found or heard
In the wailing of this lamenting powerful song
Touch was involved that made the skin peel
And creep deep under the floor
Never to want to be touched again
There was cries of fear, cries of panic
And in the end shouts of anger, forced
But yet all that remained was terror.
Blamed for bad mistakes, wrong
But nothing could have been done
This path laid here, no turn offs
No forks in the road, and all the no’s
In the world made no matter.
This chapter happened, and lay the roots
For deep inside this story lay
Hidden inside her Pandora’s box
And no matter how many Princes’
Rescue this maiden, all will not be forgotten
Down, deep inside the scar is there
An ugly, horrid damaging thing
That this maiden tries not to carry around
Her neck like a noose
And so she sings, sings her pain away
Sings for a lighter heart, sings to lift the weight
She lingers only when the tears start to flow
But then the power and strength comes
And the power begins to break through
The song, becomes a pretty, yet ugly ballad
That reaches from strength to strength.

Little Miss Tragedy

So life didn't work out the way you wanted to

You had your mishaps, heartbreaks and bad falls

Many a time you screamed and no one heard

And no helped, and maybe no one even cared

But you got this far, and you're looking forward

To your tomorrows, leave your past behind

Only wander back for words of wisdom

Some things and days aren't worth

The value of your precious tears

I'm sorry it still hurts, and you find it hard

To forget, I know you believe on bad days

You are weak, but that hurdle you have cleared

Please stop looking back, you will stride

Not to fall again, and no one will drag you down

Pin you down, hold you down and make you cry

More tears…

14^th April 2007

Vulnerable to your comments
But ready to listen…
Ready to learn…
It may hurt what I hear
What I experience
But I will learn…

21 Feb. 06
7.17pm
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Serene...

So serene even the heaviest,
Strongest, and blustery winds
Cannot ruffle any of its feathers.
Calm and peaceful it sits
Perched on the highest tree
It could find,
Tired,
But proud of his performance
In flight
He stretched his wings
And he flew
And he soared
With full force
Full strength
But tired now.
He rests,
But triumph in his efforts.

25.01.05
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Courage

And I had the audacity to take the next step
From a depth I had never discovered before
I plucked a seed of strength, courage
And it grew on...

And I soaked in its offerings
Until I was drunk,
I held my head high,
My eyes beamed with confidence,
My stride strong and promising

...And so I took the next step
But their words blew me down.

25.08.05
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First 

I didn’t mean to sadden or anger you
But to be first in the queue it means
Standing in front and before you
I need to keep looking forward
Not back, I don’t need to go back there
It would only drag me down
Turn me into someone I’m not
I am better than
And standing away from the crowd
I don’t have the need to say it aloud
But away from it I can grow
Happy and strong
And you would only poison me now
And if my words are fierce
I’m sorry but I’m not going to apologise
For bettering myself
Caring for myself
And for being myself
Without being dragged down.

05 January 2006
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Content

And I can just sit here
Taking in my surroundings
Hearing all the commotion
Of my everyday life
And smile
A content smile
Safe in the knowledge
That I have happiness in my life
And I feel safe
There is nothing more
In this life that I seek
Only time.

Saturday, 31st December 2005
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Home…

The place I have fond memories of,
Of early days
Spent surrounded by family
Fighting, playing, just being,
The place I could always return to
And hid in my room,
Singing, squealing tunes along side my stereo,
The fields surrounding that I ran and still
Run, barefooted through with the dog
And cats running loose by my heels,
I can still feel the heat of the summer days
That left its mark on my skin
Freckled, and tanned I used to be,
Spending hours upon end
Running, jumping, playing in that field
Of ours…
Many a ‘horse’ race that took place there
Or show jumping or maybe a game of ball,
And in the evening after the dishes
Have been placed away
The struggle that used to be our
Copy Books
But if we were lucky all the lights would go,
And sitting around we would start to glow
Candles ahoy every where
The excitement of writing by candlelight
When all the power would go,
All the cut knees and bruised elbows
I used to have from falling whilst
Playing, being tormented and maybe bullied
By older, bigger, brothers
That I sometimes used to shelter,
Behind my sister when I returned the blow,
And at the end of the night,
When all was quiet,
The whispers that could be heard
From the second floor,
Conversations of fairies maybe
Dragons or more,
From me and my little
Side kick, and partner in crime
The youngest of the house
And the noisiest of all,
We inseparable my little brother and I,
Playing Lego ‘countries’ on the Sitting room floor…
I remember those days
And smile galore…
But when look down the hall now
Its empty
And its quiet
No brothers to annoy
No sisters to hide behind…
All the voices gone, the chaos lost…
And so its Christmas days I long for now
When gathered around all the noise begins
The tormenting, the arguing
Oh how I love it so….

30 January 2006
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Innocence

To step at the edge
And not fear
To think the days
Are endless
And the nights
Too long…

To dream of what
It is like
To be olderWiser
And braver…

And the only worries
You carry are of
Whether it will
Rain or snow…

You live your life
Free of blame
The only thing
You seek
Is experience…

And the only thing
You fear is
The dark,
On your own,
And the horrors
On them TV shows…

05 March 2006

Fallen...

...and I have fallen from my grace,
my pedestal grows dust and my,
memories start to fade away, fade away.
I try to open that Pandora’s box,
that hides my secrets away,
I claw at the ground, cake my hands in dirt,
but can't find that key to my heart, my soul.
I try to stand tall,
and reach for the stars,
and blow that dust away,
but my ankle twists,
and now, I lie in the dirt.
I crawl, and slowly rise,
I test my ankle,
and press my foot to the ground,
I step, and mm by mm, cm by cm,
I walk, and metre by metre, I run.
I run through the plains,
I feel the tall grasses under my palms,
I feel the wind, blow off my sheet of dust,
it's lost, and now forgotten,
I reach inside, a discovered pocket,
and I find a key,
I unlock the box, and set its contents free,
blowing in the wind,
I feel my heart beat faster,
my pulse is racing,
my eyes are now focused,
I take that leap,
and balance myself,
and inch by inch, I rise,
I place my shoulders back,
and my head high,
a smile breaks onto my face,
as I view my surroundings,
from my high ground,
my place, my pedestal.

Wednesday, March 30, 2005

I Don’t Want To Tire

What if I refuse to take any more steps?
Refuse to exhaust my youth
Put the strain on my brow?
Nightmares of a drained life
Sway in front of me
And my head spins with the thoughts
That life will not always be like this
Grow weak, beyond our will
Only our thoughts never frail
But our motions delicate turn weak
Old, it is what all of us fear
The sign that we are always not
Going to be here
And , so what if I refuse to take
The next step lay down
And let the memories
Be of my youth.

Wednesday, 27th September 2006
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Anything

Anything you said
But yet anything
Became a nothing
I took the lies
Gave the benefit
But the tears
That I can still remember
Repaid me for them benefits
And I don’t know now
What was a truth or a lie?
If you had loved
We would have lived
A better life
You would have done
Those anything’s
Not let me ponder
My thoughts alone
Cry my nights
You spoilt
Not trying to do
You’re anything’s
And the pain
Still hurts, now
After all this time
Because it was my life
Spent, my time maybe wasted
Tears not worth shedding for you
For I was only something
You already had
Didn’t need anymore
And now I’m gone
I hear words of anything
When it’s too late
And everything has been drained
From me, and nothing
Not even sweet words
Delicate actions
And prepared moments
Can bring me back
To that life
For she is gone

13th October 2006

Annoy

You irritate me
And every time you talk to me
My skins begins to crawl
Over my spine
And shivers I try and hold down.

I detest you
And every time I see you
I question how people
Could ever bother to try
And communicate with you.

You try and act with air and graces
That don’t even belong to you
You always have to abruptly
Humiliate by making statements that try
And publicly lower the view of others.

And your tone, as if everyone
Is below you, under your average
And your hand gestures
That sweep away that disgust
You must feel when mingling with
With common people like me…
…and even you.

16th January 2007

Like A Pedestal

The world feels like it has turned its back on me
And so I sit here elbows bent face crumbling upon my hands
Nothing inspires me now, and my surroundings stand still
Nothing changes, and another layer of dust settles upon my brow
And I wait; I wait for an ounce of inspiration just enough to raise my head
So that the blood and words may flow through my veins and clear this cloud
That is bearing down on me now, and miserably drowning my days.

02 March 2007

Ingredients

Be content and smile
For you have the ingredients to be great,
If only you could be true to yourself,
You could be a fighter, if only you would fight
There are so many ladders you could climb
If only you could be courageous enough
To find that first step, you need to be thankful
And make the most of your talents, if in doubt
Discover a new gift; take today to make a change
Live, and tomorrow will be your rewards
When you greet people smile,
And be happy for you have today.

21.05.07


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