Fireweed - (English Exercise Book, High School)

I like it best like this,
Grown-over; healed,
Like a war-time wound,
The memory stays though the bleeding's over.

A beautiful building,
Walls crumbling down,
Fireweed clambering up,
Patching the wound,
Healing the visable past.

But the memory still lingers,
Of perfect walls.
The memory that follows,
Of raw wounds in the brickwork.

And then,
Healing new life,
Climbing up the walls,
Fireweed.

14

So many questions going unanswered
I know that it isn't that plain to see,
But the fact still remains, it just seems quite hidden
Really how much you mean to me.

So I'm going to wait with words unspoken,
Me being me and you being you,
And if beautiful people don't comfort your heart,
Maybe then you will follow me through...

The Metallic Truth.

Robots don't share.

26.03.08 - 29.06.10

Tip-Toe feathers
Scared to make a sound
Amidst the harsh wind,

A fragile skeleton
Of an autumn leaf
Lies untouched

And all is turning
To an era yet to be labelled
As anything, yet.

A generation, lost
Within the fast lanes and
tracks of uncertain value;
Steadily losing all
sense of direction
Let alone ultimate destination.

Finding your way
amongst silent leaves and
harsh winds
Is unnerving, to say the least.

Cool Deeps

"Cool deeps..." she sighs,
"I have sought after and tried
to drench in beauty, relationships,
and, those failing, wine"

But haven't we all, 'till we've needed to drink?
And then the "cool deeps" are found,
They become vapour then pour down;
Hard droplets into our softening lives,
They pound.

It is only in the rain
That most of us gain a peep
At the power of the ocean,
And the coolness of the deeps.

"But during droughts am I diseased?
I am told if not at ease,
My mind seethes instabilities,
And for behaviour to please,
I must 'swallow these'
And learn to agree..."

No; London and Paris shall  not suffice,
Nor the love of a man, nor being his wife,
Nor mistress, nor temptress,
Nor solitary maiden,
Will compare to the cool deeps
Of the rainfall in Eden.

Only the touch of an angel's whisper,
Inducing a quenching of thirst
From the introspections of depressions,
From inward torture, neurotic hurt,
I am lifted, delivered,
Set free now rain falls,
The Cool Deeps have found me,
And it is now my home calls.

Bethany Jane Alexander (16.02.10)

I watch you softly singing,
A song entitled "Cordouroy".
I'm sure your spaghetti would love it, too,
If spaghetti had ears.

Fly-by Heart

Fly-by Heart has strings so cold,
That when they're played, they cry (so I'm told)
Heart-shaped tears; droplets of gold,
I hope that this love never grows old...

(Apon being handed back a book that my friend had been assessing the nature of...)

"This feels different now that you've held it."

"Good or bad?"

"...you know, I am yet to decide..."

A Coffee Shop in an Art Gallery...23/06/10

"Did you love her?" I asked.
"Who"
"Johanna?"
"Yes. But I'm quite used to not getting the things that I want."

The conversation was suspended for a fraction. I knew that something was about to change, but I wasn't precisly ready for the reality of it.

"I could have loved a girl once..." He continued.
I laughed. Not cruelly, you must understand. It was intended in a sweet manner; an honest response to the honest simplicity of such a complicated statement. And then: "...but she died."

Extension..

Extension towards the one you love;
An outstretched arm,
Straining fingers,
Puckered lips.

Your heart.

In a Theatre...

The dust in the spotlight beam
Catches my attention
Moreso than the talent
That the light finally falls apon.

The Comfort of a Shared Night Sky

Send me to the stars,
And I will meet you there,
Send me to orion,
And I will wait for you,

For we both know,
That the stars have arms,
The stars have arms
And they'll cradle us to sleep.

Send me to the stars
My heart will guide us there
Send me to orion
And I will shine for you

For we both know
That the stars have voices
The stars have voices
That will sing us lullabyes.

Send me to the stars
And I'll set up home right there
Send me to orion
And I'll sing a song for you

For we both know
That the stars are safe
The stars are safe
They're the same for you and I.

A Prayer

I know you are there,
Draw me nearer,
Lord prayer after prayer,
Hold me close.
And as I worship you now,
Letting all my barriers down,
Hold me close,
Draw me near,
Show me Lord.

Show your light
Show your way
Show me how to live each day
Show me love
Show forgiveness
Show me grace
Show me what i need to do
To become more like you
Lord, show me how to change,
This I pray.

Stars; Personified

Stars; personified,
Us; Mesmirised,
Eyes captured by the life
that's busying around our cocoon.

Conversation; drifiting,
Voices; barely lifting,
Whispers of poetry dart
in and amongst thoughtful embrace.

Hearts; assertive,
Though minds are adrift,
The ocean ever-widening;
Philisophical between these two.

Hands; reaching,
Lips; teaching
Of distinct understandings,
Yet perceptions of the same.

Love; blooming,
Night; looming,
Two hearts quietly knotting,
entwining,
Beneath stars; personified.

I shall forever maintain that when the sun is low in the sky and rain falls against it, the sight it forms is something thus:
It seems as though someone has taken the sun and melted it into the water tank, then turned on the shower and allowed each drop of water/solar infusion to become an individual beauty; existing independently of the collective pool of water or fiery burning star.
This rain is like no other. It combines two elements without the two elements ever physically touching; just co-existing in such a way that one embraces the other.

Co-existence that occurs in such a way that one element embraces another. A somewhat beautiful concept, don't you think? Should there not be more beauty in the world like this?

l**e

Impossibly valuing someone,
Loving them through anger,
Holding their heart when they refuse your hand,
This is it.

Tree-Home

I'd like to be a tree again,
With strength stored in my trunk,
A wooden belly full of hope,
Rooted in an earth of "safe".

I'd like it to be Spring again,
To feel my branches bloom,
For flowers to hide the rough of my skin,
So that birds will think me homely.

I'd like for you to notice
When my leaves start turning auburn.

I'd like for you to hear them
When, silently, they tumble away.

And I'd like for you to sing to me

To wrap me in your song

To carve into me your poetry

To make my tree house a tree home.

An Unknown Heart

In so many ways, I know you;
So many times I have spoken your name,
In the very short while I've known you,
I've fallen and am trusting again.

And still I catch myself pondering;
Who is this i am trusting so much?
Their beautiful heart I can't help but love,
But trust is a broken crutch.

Ordinarily, I would be wary.
I would know him as a dangerous man.
He could crush my heart in a flick of the tongue
And yet it's that which I am giving to him.

Hopeless and blind, i tip-toe;
Right into his life and i stop,
I whisper my promises to him,
And pray with all that i've got.

I don't know who has touched or felt him,
I don't know who has lived in his mind,
I'm sure all of this is forgettable,
If i am his and he could be mine...