They sat slumped on the floor revealing part of themselves they never knew existed before. Maybe they looked like lovers to the outside world, wide eyed and ready to fall in to one another’s arms. That wasn’t it though, they felt more alive together with the music pumping through their veins and lights flashing in their eyes. The world seemed brighter and more beautiful yet grittier and so real at the same time. They were in search of themselves yet they didn’t know it. The world around them blurry and passing by at 100 miles an hour but they were consumed by each other’s minds to even notice the rising of the sun.
Minds clearer than ever and souls exposed with a world spinning around them, they were each other’s therapy.
He’s here, he’s around, you never were.
Except his hand doesn’t fit mine like yours did,
He smells nice yet I don’t inhale him,
He’s tall like you but I don’t feel quite as safe in his arms,
He hates biting, but you left marks all over my neck,
He’ll hug me at the end of a long day but I won’t find a new energy,
His snoring gets on my nerves yet yours was so cute,
I play fought when you tried to leave but I let him walk out of the door,
Nothing he does can ever come near competing with you yet I’m still holding on to him because he’s around.
And I don’t know where you are anymore, you just seem to be a ghost haunting me and all I want is for you to show up.
Dull shift at work means another scribbled bit on a #receipt pad #work #bored #bar #hotel A bustling backdrop is where she finally found peace. Bubbles in the glass in her hands, chatter from humans all around, whistling by the wind through her hair. She breathed, taking it all in, the twinkling lights, chestnuts roasting, smooth jazz humming. When she exhaled, she noticed her calm was found right there, amongst everyone else's storm of madness. #breathe #peace #calm #madness #writing #poetry #scribbles #handwritten #poetsofinstagram
People usually describe love and knowing that it was love when they looked into another’s eyes. Eyes are supposedly the gateway to a person’s soul. It was never that way with you though…
Your soul is not exposed by your eyes but by your mouth. From your smile and laugh to your accent, favourite phrases and mischievous dimple… They led me to fall and your words caught me.
Your mouth is the telescope in to your soul even though you don’t always say what you mean. It’s okay though, everyone protects part of their soul. You talk all the time, your mouth is far more expressive than your eyes could ever be. That’s not to say I don’t ever see a twinkle in your eyes- I do, it just always compliments your locution .Your personality is synonymous with your mouth, I’m drawn to it – always.
I could listen to you tell a story one hundred times over but I wouldn’t only listen to your accent that I’ve learnt to appreciate, I’d watch your the way your lips shape each word. I would watch the way it curves upwards as you pronounce words waiting for that dimple to strike at the side of your mouth and make my heart flutter.
Your mouth speaks more conspicuously to me than your eyes ever could.
The latest in the receipt series catching fireflies along the shore,
chasing their light after dark
too much lager
turning in to laughter
running down the beach
energetically like children
till we lost our innocence
And the sky got stormy…
My posts have been a little depressing lately so I thought I would post something happier! This was originally published in Hallam Union’s student magazine. It’s called Candle, enjoy! http://shu-media.co.uk/lifestyle-culture/candle/
I watch the candle intently. The flame dances around the wick happily. It reminds me of you, the heart and soul of every party.
The intense orange of the flame melting the centre in to a pool of wax. That’s what you do to me but I don’t liquify. I feel content, more alive when I watch you. I feel warm inside- your spirit is contagious. And I’m touched to my core when you engage me.
I’ve never seen so much burning energy inside a person before. It warms the entire room. You never go out, at least not while I’m there. It’s hypnotising yet serene to be in your presence.
I put my hand close to the flame only and watch it flicker just like you when people get too close. It makes you shudder, a little nervy. Yet you shine so brightly the rest of the time bequeathing hope to everyone around you.
As I watch the wax trickle down, I feel as though I’m the drops burning down and you are the plate there, ready to catch me when I fall.