In the restful darkness, the inbetween. The soft London glow creeps through a crack in the blind. From across the room, it looks at me Beckoning me to consider That looming pale rectangle And the distant pealing of church bells. Heard only by those inbetween And the quick mice that scurry from platform to doorstep.... Continue Reading →
And Now I Think of You
A frost thaws in my skin, And snowflakes settle in my hair. When I close my eyes, A spark grows in my chest, And now I think of you. Falling petals tickle my skin, And a bright blue sky shines on my hair. When I close my eyes, Your hand is in mine And of... Continue Reading →
The Mind
Here is a recent poetic video I have made. Please be kind it's the first time I've tried this.
Ocean Eyes
So vast and deep and blue. It would be O' so easy, So easy to succumb to you. Fall and drown in the deep. But you, more powerful than the earth, Draw me more and more out to sea. Bringing destruction to the shores of my mind. Bringing lost creatures back from the depths,... Continue Reading →
Home
You're my team-mate, Always there for me mate. Brother, protector, best friend. An underlying connection that will never end. You've got the ocean in your eyes. You're someone I could never despise. Beauty, power, strength. We are always on the same wavelength. You're the smile that reached my eyes, A sunshine brightening the skies. Support,... Continue Reading →
Tick Tock
Tick. Each tug bring it closer, The snap is inevitable. And it will take its toll. Tick. Magnetic forces are at work. Drawing it north and south, East and west. Tick. It sputters but carries on, It won't stop But it can break. Tick. Time is running out, It's closer now. The break is happening.... Continue Reading →
Personal Prose Pt.6
My little patch of heaven.I look up at you each night.The inky black bluishness like a blanketWith stars like pinpricks reflecting my soul.These stars are always the sameNo matter where I go,And like my poor soulThey remind me of home.My little patch of heaven.I stare into your void each night.The harsh winds like the wild... Continue Reading →
Personal Prose Pt.5
When you move back home you become the person you were when you left. The problem is I don't like this person. The shy and lonely girl who left 12 months ago. I can feel the shyness growing in my throat becoming a smile rather than a response in conversation. I've lost my bark and... Continue Reading →
And I Think of You
My first finalised piece of poetry hurrah
Milly's Mind 