Tuesday 31 October 2023
Monday 30 October 2023
The power of a cuddle
There is something special about a cuddle.
The way the walls of distrust
crumble into dust,
and you take into your arms,
a shared moment, a heartbeat close.
A breath held tightly. Feelings exposed,
and you hold them,
hoping that your grip
helps the fear start to slip.
There is something
magical about a cuddle.
The way it casts spells
to make the darkness dispel.
It works intimately, connecting two souls,
combining their energy
into a wall of one whole.
There is something soothing
about a cuddle,
how it smooths bumpy heartache
into a paper-thin reality,
and this cuddle
is no different.
Only the world around
is flipped upside down.
The creepy eerie sounds.
The feeling of eyes glaring,
staring though monstrous frowns,
lips being licked menacingly
as it makes its inspections.
The sense of dread,
fear gripping your mind,
twisting your head
in all directions.
A cuddle is a safe space in a world of hurt.
It's a shelter, where you can watch, alert.
Feeling close and safe
with hearts only inches apart,
but sometimes the shades
of the real world outside that hug
start to drop down,
like water from a drain after you
have pulled out the plug.
The world beyond
phases into view all around.
When those shades drop,
and you are clinging on.
When the view shifts
and you see eyes inches away,
eyes that don't belong.
Beastly breath heating your face,
eyelids sagging under the weight of tears
and your legs, unsteady,
start to sway.
That's when you need to close your eyes.
Hold the cuddle
and feel it take you away.
Thanks for reading
Sunday 29 October 2023
Head full of landmines
Troubled times.
I fill my head with landmines,
to stop the pain
from drowning me in a sea of doubt.
Troubled times.
Inciting violence on the streets,
in-fighting in opposition seats.
These seeds will soon grow
into a forest we can't
see our way through.
Troubled times,
I expose myself to pain,
electricity coursing in the pouring rain,
to stop the images from shocking me.
Our shouts mean nothing
to deaf ears, they don't see signs.
They don't notice that
we've walked this road a thousand times,
repeating again, the same old tired lines.
Troubles times.
So many tears cried, why?
When we have the masses shouting, why?
What have you got to hide?
Do you enjoy inflicting pain,
making the sky rain with fire again and again.
This is not justice. This is not just.
Is this what you want to tell your kids?
What you did, the blood spilt,
the innocent lives you undid.
In troubled times.
Pull your history books out.
uncover your ears,
the drums are starting to pound.
I've seen this all play out over so many pages.
Across the ages. We used to listen to sages,
now we just blot out the sounds.
Well soon the echoes will be felt and not heard.
Deep inside we will die a little,
each life lost will hurt until
we are nothing but glass shards
cracked and brittle.
Troubled times.
Humanity should shine,
so why does it feel so dull, grim, and unkind.
Why do men have their fingers
on triggers so often, instead of sitting
in conversation.
It hurts. To see so much pain
and to know that this is just another
history book beginning. Reality is thinning
Blending, creating a new tomorrow,
and if we don't listen,
there will be many more stormy days to follow.
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The stillness of a room
When I think of you,
I imagine flying
to the stars.
Seeing the moon
watching us,
as we gaze
into each other’s hearts.
Trying to piece together
those two broken halves.
Mystified
I get misty eyed
seeing you smile wide.
As you take in the sights.
I never want this to end.
We see the light bend,
a spectrum of space
into a tunnel
which we can travel.
Fingers interlaced.
When I see you
my mind leaps,
trying to catch my heart
which has launched
straight up, to the stars.
In words, you fill me with love.
A glove against the harsh cold void.
With every breath you make me
wish to be held tightly
I long to feel
the supple flesh
as we press lips
I wish to taste your thoughts
tingling on my tongue,
hear your words sing
through my cranium.
I long for
the stillness of a room,
with just me and you.
Two minds in tune.
Letting our thoughts mingle in the air,
dancing, embracing.
Caressing the atoms,
pushing away the fear.
Thanks for reading