Hidden Behind My Back

The lazy works of a daydreaming teen.

Autumn walks

crisp burnt flakes
fallen softly to the ground
a painted path of golden reds

we walk heavily
our feet dragged through the cold
huddled thick
wrapped up bundles, we waddle along
the darkening sky is no worry
the lights flicker on
just another colour

standing close but never touching
we smile
our frosty breaths
slip through our lips

tracing mortal silk patterns
that we never seem to remember.

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THE FENCE TO CROSS OVER

A thick wooden fence

A low divide

Something that stands between you and i

If i do jump this tempting thin bridge

On your side i would stay

To watch as the rest Take the path

Into your arms

So death tempt me so

But here i will stand until you do jump

Join me i plead

Show me what i should know

For all those you see you hear their woes

What do they miss

What should i do

Before together we walk the shaded path

To your abode.

Tagged: poetry, October 2011, .
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Colouring in the Darkness

Tumbling up towards

The moon

Tripping down the path

Falling captive of the limbless night

Letting go of the day

We do not need

For we can’t see

But we feel the colours dancing

Dancing on our skin.

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Three steps forward

One step back

Just one wrong move

And down you fall

Into the Open rabbit h

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Time

At seven o’clock i am going to finish my essay

At 8 i will eat

At nine i will cry

And at 10 i will promise myself i will be happy

At ten minutes past ten they will find my body

It will be over and quick

Tagged: poetry, October 2011, .

At the door.

  • She: what are you doing?
  • He: Is that all he asked?
  • She: yes.
  • He: And you said?
  • She: trying to hide from life.
  • He: And is that when you did it?
  • She: yes, over i went. it was quicker then i realised... so do i get in?
  • He: I can't let you, you went the wrong way. I'm sorry; maybe it wasn't life you should be hiding from.
  • She: i just wanted out.
  • He: Yes but which was the right way? Not yours.
Tagged: poetry, October 2011, .

We lay beneath a thousand blinking lights

Our feet swept by a cool breeze

The warm underneath

Prickled our backs

As we sunk further into the grass

Tagged: poetry, October 2011, .