unwords, unthoughts, unreason, unrhyme & unpoetry
caterpillars, cocoons & butterfliesArchive for loneliness
Arrival / Departure
Your eyes and voice
Promised me a world
Of hope and dreams.
Finally, I thought you
Were here. That I’d arrived.
Mutual understanding.
In my head
You’re smiling at me.
I hate you.
Your flowers smell of death,
Aftershave hides her perfume.
Your voice is encapsulated
In a private joke
Of which I have no part.
I do not require excuses
Justification is certainly
Not permitted
As an exit strategy.
You can’t keep me up
All hours of the night,
Yet here I am.
Waiting.
I’m a joke.
The importance of company
Prioritisation
I am not prioritised
Who am I after all?
What’s in a grand gesture,
In your words of feigned love
When all that I asked was
Your time?
Welcome to
The horizon sun sets blue
Whilst I am waiting for you.
The cold seeps into my bones
Whilst I am waiting for your call.
The craziness is commencing
Whilst I reach your answerphone.
The automated voice that is
Your girlfriend V, for Vodaphone.
The thoughts are ticking by in my mind
Whilst your phone remains OFF.
It’s a mobile phone, it should be ON
What is the purpose of it being OFF??
Unless you are doing something dodgy.
Cutting yourself off from the world.
Rebound
The sky falls down on me
As the asphyxiation
Suffocates my sense of
Self
Less is a quality
I deliver in
Equal measures
To that of
Commit
Meant that I would
No longer be alone
But I’m running scared
Facing facts
That I cannot
Be tied
Drown
In the eyes
of the one
I will lose
Myself to the
Wind
If I could.
Patience, or Not
You hurt me with
Your stony silence,
Fertile imagination
Creates stories
From nothing.
Escape me this world
Else I may lose my mind
Shaking from the cold
Inside.
Wait me this boy
Impatience grows
Cruel, sullen, slow
Hesitation creeps
Outside.
Swing both ways,
Living proof of a livid
Angel in disguise.
Alone
Out of sight,
Out of mind
Heart is rotten
Eyes are blind
Touch her here
Touch her there
Passion broken
You are unfair.
I’m broken
And nobody
Wants to
Fix me
No matter
How much
I plead
And beg.
A toy past
Novelty
Left alone
To waste
And rot
Collecting
Dust
On the
Shelf.
Forgotten
Unloved
Ridiculed
Beaten.
I just never
Thought
My life
Would be like
This.
Alone, again,
No one to
Hold or
Kiss.
No-one to
Remember
I am here
As I pass
Another
Year.
No romantic dinner
Tender kiss
Or flourishing
Bouquet
No romantic evenings,
Or strolls
In the park
No holding hands
Or adventures
In cars
No-one to wipe
Away my
Sorrowful
Tears
No-one to be with
Controlling my
Fears.
Just another
Lonesome
Sad
Quiet
Day
No-one
To tell me
It’s going to be
Okay.
Doll
Lost little girl
Pretending to be
All grown-up
Wearing make-up
Switching hips
Caving in
Inside.
Stilettos
Instead of
Flip flops
Tick tock
Down the road.
Raging
Smoking
Inhaling
Fake blush
Crimson red
Eyes towering
Overhead.
French synthetic
Polish
Acrylic make-believe
Perpetuating
Perfection
Thick fluid
Fluttering lashes
Pretend affection.
Open your
Kohl eyes
Beauty is not
Skin deep
That’s why he
Will love you
Even when you
Sleep.
I have a tendency to get caught up and lost in the world, still trying to discover what my gift is and how to use it. I write either when I'm deliriously happy (right now it's magic and butterflies though that is changing on a daily basis) or depressingly upset, so it's one extreme or the other, never a happy balance or medium. I love imagery and try and capture what I see in my mind's eye but sometimes I just don't have the words...I hope you enjoy reading, please tell me what you think!
