Flame

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You are a passionate, eternal flame
who needs guidance from the world to find prosperity.
You should realize that you light your own way,
for you are one of the brightest flames in the universe.
You melt away the dishonesties of this cruel world 
and you are the fire that holds the glow of a hidden flame that captures all that falls within.

You are a campfire,
a candle,
a dancing flame,
the warmth that brings pink to my cheeks
and chases away the chills of Winter.
There are no embers, just a full-blown flame;
though young, strong.
Though always growing, already capable.
A deep hiss that permeates the silence of night,
the whispering of stories and memories.

Other people will have seen and come to this very fire for what they needed in all walks of life
to see that with the right care,
a fire so perfect will never burn out,
not as those being warmed by it shall live.

You are like a fire in my soul and you have the potential to liven me and entrance everyone with your beauty.
My heart is burning, sadly, not from your presence in my life but from your absence.

You are a flame, you dance back and forth,
flickering and crackling through the night.
You are the flame that dwells with power to burn everything in it’s path.

Whispering wind

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When the wind blows,
drifting in and out,
going in different directions,
I feel you.

You were on my hand
calculating every line that had formed
for when I had looked down
you had told me to look up.

I felt you upon my face
tracing my pores,
closing them like my eyes,
when I saw you in pain.

I felt you in my chest,
beating away,
pulsating within,
the way it did when I feared for you.

I felt you in my mind,
blowing away the clouds of my imagination
and bringing me back to a reality
that I feared you would leave.

I felt you in my eyes,
heavy and hateful
to the pain you had caused me
when I was a young girl growing up.

I breathed you in deep,
you traveled down my lungs
finding the blood that had picked you up
to put you in my heart.

As you blew through my golden hair,
into my mind,
through my soul
and out my lips,
I spoke poetry.

We are the Earth

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I feel the soft Earth beneath my feet and I fall to my knees, clenching my fists and digging them deep into the ground.
I remember when I used to watch you doing the same, your fingers blending in with the soil.

You are the crunching sound beneath my feet, sprouting from the depths of the Earth.
I can feel my toes running through the moist dirt, each grain a testimony of your passion for all things natural and green.
Soil, sand and weeds,
Rocks, stones and clay,
All interspersed together much like we are.

Like a ballerina, I dance round and round
lost in a galaxy of glittering stars.
Like a whirling dervish, I spin round and round
living in a perfect imagination.
Like my father, I go round and round
until my feet sink deep into the Earth
and my limbs become branches.

Sometimes we are all too busy untangling wires
for the little voices in our heads.
We forget to listen to the beauty of the Earth
and block out what she has to say.
We were made to roam every corner of her,
to become nomads,
our hearts too curious to be kept in a cage.

But together, my father and I,
we place our feet into the fresh soil
dipping our toes into a familiar content.
I am blue and wild,
You are green and vague
and together
we are the Earth.

My shell covered ship

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My ocean remains
forever unknown.
It has coral and seaweed,
and rocks I have thrown.
It is deep and so blue,
many secret’s it holds.
And it takes me deep down
when the wind becomes cold.

It was here that I stood,
admiring the view.
When a wave threw me in
to the ocean so blue.
Before I could speak
I was spiralling down.
Deeper and deeper;
I feared I may drown.

What is the worst?
I ask to myself.
To not know your ship
or to not know yourself?
I looked down below
while my body did shiver.
And I thought to myself;
I do not see either.
Though I’ve sprinkled it well
with shells from the sea.
My vessel is bright,
but it is not me.

It know it will float,
for this much is true.
Though the trenches and dark spots,
it may not sail through.
Nevertheless-
it is here I shall sit.
Sailing away
on my shell-covered ship.
I may not belong
but it carries me well,
and it keeps me so safe
from the deep ocean swell.

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They sit at the beach 

looking out at the ocean,

I wonder if she loves him?

He’s on his phone,

she sips her coffee,

they do things seperately.

He wears a green shirt

and she wears blue.

I wonder if their souls match too.

He scratches his hand,

her skin is tanned,

his eyes are blue.

There’s a couple standing behind them

with 2 kids beside them.

I wonder if they had kids too?

The kids walk away,

Mum and Dad want to stay

but they walk away too.

If Mum and Dad were alone

would they laugh and groan

and jump in the water?

There’s things that I think

as I watch them both blink

like how he had met her.

There’s a father and daughter beside me,

they look out to sea.

I wonder if they’re close?

She takes pictures,

his glasses are tinted,

it’s strange that I can’t see through.

There’s a man at the shower,

he’s been there for hours

scrubbing at his skin.

He takes off his clothes

and puts on a towel.

Why is he alone?

There’s a couple on the sand,

they’re touching hands

and putting on sunscreen.

I wonder if they’re faithful,

she looks tasteful,

I like his tattoos.

There’s people on the beach,

they’ve all looked at me.

I wonder what they think?

I walk to the sand

with shells in my hand,

one foot after the other.

I look at the water 

and see my reflection 

when I wonder.

If I didn’t know me 

would I even recognise

my big blue eyes?

Or would I speak?

Would I know my feet?

Would I think I’m wise?

Would I be happy or sad?

Melancholic or mad?

Would I feel anything at all?

The night will follow

and I’ll wake up tomorrow

and know me a little bit better.

The Table

There’s a couple sitting at a table frowning,

I want to tell them to smile,

perhaps it would be worth their while.

On the beach the sand is golden,

I want to tell them to go and jump in to the water.

Whatever it is, why not sort it out later?

The sun’s shining,

they’re still frowning.

Why not take eachothers hand and run on the sand,

maybe even laugh at things of the past.

I’m sure you have funny stories,

some may be boring,

some, maybe not.

They could give that a shot.

She flips the page returning to her phone.

I wonder if he feels alone.

She lets out a sigh.

‘Can we let this one slide’, he says.

Their arms are crossed, they’re disconnected.

I want to open them and let the world in.

The oceans calling

and that looks so damn boring.

She’s beautiful as she slumps.

He’s handsome when he rests his head in his hand.

I wonder if they notice.

They hug.

He takes the towels,

She takes her bag

And they leave.

Bask me in Sun

The sun is warm against my skin

There’s a tall, pretty girl and her legs are thin

I wonder at times if she thinks the same

As she turns her head and she walks away

What would she do if I told her so

That her hair was long and made of gold

Perhaps she would stare me deep in the eyes

With all her perplexity, and let out a sigh

And what if I wanted to take her hand

To lay her down on the pretty white sand

Would she shake off my grip and turn away

Or maybe she’d lay there with me all day

What would she do if I kissed her lips

And held her close with my hands on her hips

Would she squiggle and squirm so I’d leave her alone

Or perhaps she would smile and let herself go 

I watch as she stands at the edge of the sea

There are times when I think that maybe she’s me

Waiting alone for someone to come

To take her by hand and bask her in sun

Into The Ocean

  
I dove into the ocean

Beneath moon and dark skies

Cold water engulfed me

Salt burned in my eyes

I dove into the ocean

Lungs burned in my chest

Light played on the surface

Body claimed by the depths

I dove into the ocean

Waves pounding hard sand

Tides rippled above me

So far from dry land

I dove into the ocean

Waves slapping the shore

My body sunk far

To the deep ocean floor

  
Rolling out of bed

I feel kind of dead.

What the fuck did I do last night?

Goosebumps in the shower,

we made love for hours,

the heat makes me weak,

steam chokes me, unable to speak

I released my inner freak.

Marvellous lotrouse eyes,

his hands between my thighs,

his bare skin, 

cool bed, the sheets are thin, 

the dance begins.

I am stardust,

he is sugar and spice,

everything nice

covered in salt.

Our bodies two voices

reaching through dissonance

like ritual, like a dance.

It’s heavenly sleeping next to him

entangled in his every limb,

it’s hard to sleep with clothes again.

I lunge at his jaw,

notice the cracks in the walls,

I’ve never drunk this much before.

His fingers walk my breasts,

breath of wind running with sweat,

he slides off my dress.

I’m finding it hard to stay awake,

his fingers make me shudder and shake.

I’m entangled, intwined,

pulled closer time after time.