Open Door

Even when I close the door, I never turn the key.

Should I hear a ring or knock, I will always answer. Eventually.

It’s a sound I can’t ignore.

A presence I’m half expecting.

Always waiting for.

Knowing that one day, she will always return.

My mind remains hushed while the body rattles.

I still expect the same end result.

I do this out of kindness.

I do not expect change.

It’s a test of resolve. A chance for redemption.

She has to make an effort. This year will soon draw to a close.

A divide exists. His eyes burn with nicotine in demand.

Those fists, I can’t restrain. But my door is always open.

I won’t lie. I can’t hide. Too many times, I’ve tried.

Poem: ‘Nothing Left’

‘Nothing Left’

I love you so much

It begins to hurt

My heart, restrained

Feelings still inert

I wish you could hear

Words I’m wanting to say

But how do I know

Would they scare you away?

Without you, I’m empty

I wish you were there

You had your own reasons

For which, you won’t share

More than half a year

You’re drifting away

I don’t like to say it

But soon, will come that day

I find my arms weakening

My face is a mess

If you could see my view

You wouldn’t settle for less

I’m back now, with nothing

These days never end

Has fate turned against us?

Does your heart pretend?

Poem: Forever Young (Daily Prompt)

If there were a real Fountain of Youth, would you drink the water?

This is the first time I’ve attempted to write something based on a  Daily Prompt but, as I sit here, still awaiting news of how and when I can collect my van from the MOT test today (they’ve had it since Friday), I thought I’d give it a go. With a poem, naturally. I must also thank hastywords for directing my attention to this regular feature on WordPress. 🙂

‘Forever Young’

It doesn’t have to be this way
Your future lies ahead
One path set out in front of you
This concrete hasn’t set

Please, find the strength
Within yourself
This way, with me
For better health

Remember LOST?
That mysterious land
With Richard Alpert
Immortality, from Jacob’s hand

The island’s gone
But there’s still hope
Just one more hill
And down the slope

We can go back
There is still time
We’ll start again
Forever, yours and mine

Please, take a sip
You must go first
I’ll be right behind you
Please, quench your thirst

Poem: ‘All In Vain’

‘All In Vain’

A shining sun
With skies so blue
A winter’s day
To share, with you

Our time apart
So many weeks
To see your smile
And raise your cheeks

We made a plan
It all went so well
Those photos you took
They’d surely sell

Home time arrived
Why always so fast?
That warm, flowing feeling
I want it to last

Again, I feel I’m second best
As if my work is for the the rest
A man you love, he’s in control
An evil bastard with no soul

I am afraid of what I know
For the love I may never show
Tears fall, my head sinks and then
Fears I’ll never see you again

Push too far and
I will break
I’m here to save you
For goodness’ sake!

 

Poem: ‘My Yearning’

‘My Yearning’

Your head
Resting against mine
On our shoulders
We hold each other

Four arms
Wrapping us together
You rub my back
As I hold you closer

Concealing the warmth
Shelter from the cold
Sharing the love
As each day grows old

When words do not matter
No sound can disrupt
Time passes by
Just the two of us

Hair, entwined
A rainbow of colour
Our eyes do not meet
Until the moment’s just right

That feeling
I yearn for
Your memory
Cushioned within my heart

 

Poem: ‘Four Years’

‘Four Years’

Four years to the day
You came, I went away
But as hard as I tried
You, I could not find

I was caught off guard
Never one to expect
Who could’ve known
I wasn’t ready yet

Through closing my eyes
I began to see
Deep beauty within
I think you liked me

So, you made some mistakes
And withheld in your breath
That nervous feeling we shared
Sparing my thoughts of death

Our appointment was short
It was time to say goodbye
Your enchanting smile
A treasure for each eye

Upon my return
Yes, you were there
But our paths were not destined
Your name, you did not share…

Poem: ‘Four Months’

‘Four Months’

Sixteen weeks and too many days
Since I last saw you

In my mind, your face is unclear
In my heart, I feel that you’re near
Hearing your voice, I hold so dear
I wait, I’m still here

Time has passed
We can’t go back
One-third on
Two more to go

You’re moving on
But all alone
This man of yours
He bears no throne

I worry
I fear
My tears
All for you

A day will come
It’s not too late
Let’s hope it’s soon
I’ll always wait

For you.

(It’s four-months to the day since I last saw her.)

 

Poem: ‘Courage’

Here’s something I started last night and have worked on (I wouldn’t like to say finished) a bit more this evening, along with a few others I aim to share in time. It’s a bit ‘sketchy’ in places as I’ve stopped and started in places and have even jumped back in to rearrange and insert before pre-written verses. You could say it’s my most-heavily-edited poem so far! 😀

In a moment of fear
You ran to hide
But the help of a friend
You knew you must find

Clocks ticking
Seconds slowly pass
Red mist ascends
From the crash of shattered glass

Hiding alone
Yet, so far from home
Friends are awaiting
You must pick up the phone

Opportunity arrives
With your chance to depart
No room for hesitation
Your better life must start

BEst-Friend

BEst-Friend (Photo credit: Untitled blue)

 

Poem: ‘Heartache’

I haven’t written (finished) any poetry for a while so, I literally just typed this up following on from my last post, without even consulting my notebook. Now, I have a bit of a headache, to accompany my fractured heart.

‘Heartache’

Holding on when I should let go

Before I do, I’d like you to know

That if and in a time of need

You need someone, I’ll mount my steed

For I do not believe your love

Is any more than hiding ‘side a glove

You used to talk but now don’t share

There is no reason, I do still care

Friendship’s hard when there is no other

I saw, crying, with your brother

Your life should be full of happiness

Instead, you’re back in that same old mess

I want to move and ease my heartache

Instead, I’m stuck here, about to break.

Scene of a Short Story

Today, I’d like to share with you a scene written as part of my short-story homework. It was shared with the rest of my class earlier this evening – I managed to read it all aloud as well! We were asked to write a scene that takes place immediately after the scene created in the following poem. I’ll warn you that precisely five-hundred words follow on from this…

‘This is Just to Say’

by William Carlos Williams

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

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