She toss and turns,

Rolling around,

Biting her lip to stop the sound,

It's harsh, It's cruel,

She shuts her eyes,

She's had so much,

She wants to cry,

Gritting her teeth,

Suppressing screams,

Refusing to quit,

She will not leave,

So she stands up,

She always does,

Fighting off her demons,

one by one.

Dear Life,

Each day I wake and I see you giving me new challenges, it allows me to take more risk but with these risk comes consequences, so far I'm disappointed in you.

You took my dad, I learnt I had two; one died when I was six months old, the other simply left and now I'm miserable. What did I do or what am I not seeing that you're trying to show me? I'd like to know sooner than later as I'm slowly loosing me. Life, please just tell me I promise I'll follow.

Your beauty is out of this world. Your friends the stars are just as amazing as you. And without you I would be in the darkness alone. I am truly grateful to you for illuminating my night.

Thank you for the company when I couldn't sleep. Even though you are a million miles away you are a great listener.

Forever yours,

Randomsoda

I hate you.

I hate you because when you come, he leaves. I hate you because when you find your place in the sky, and your light kisses our skin through the window, he acts as though it burns him.

I hate you when I awake to a cold bed and an empty heart. When his lips dance on mine like a lit cigarette before you put it out on my skin.

I hate you because he says he loves me. And when he slips into my sheets at night and holds me close, he rests his hand on my heart.

I hate you because I love him always, but he only loves me when he needs a place to rest his head. I hate you because when I asked him to stay, he reached inside my chest and crushed my lungs.

I hate you because last night, he didn't come to bed.

Raindrops patter on the glass

Wipers slosh through windshield grime

Feet scrape softly on the grass

All together, marking time

Wind-rocked limbs creak, forth and back

Blown together with the chime

Puffs of smoke beat from the stack

All together, marking time

Love the rhythm, loathe the ways

Moderns move with Clock's cold pace

Bland usurper of our days

Turns our cadence dull, stiff, base

Don't eat, then, from twelve to one

Nor do work from eight to five

Eat when morning's work is done

Only in life's rhythm strive

They laugh like hyenas, voices so high you cover your ears.

Their faces show pure madness, not a hint of sanity.

They mock, they hiss, they taunt in glee.

You see them coming, you hide away.

Lips so red, smile etched with paint.

Grins so frightening you run away.

Their teeth are sharp, pins pierce your heart.

So run, just run. Run away.

The clowns don't mind.. they love the chase.

Dear Two Arms,

There was a time when you were wildly expressive--creating music and helping those who had fallen. Now, you're desiring other's attention coming to the party empty handed. You pulled in people who had no right to be in your embrace; and, the only time you ever held me was at night. I was sadden by the treasures you had broken. Often, I wondered why arms so young were not that strong. As I got older, you never grew out of your clumsiness, leaving a trail of scars and bruises. You stuffed me with pills when my mouth knew no better. You steered me into accidents never listening to my pleas. You turned my hands against me. For, it was when I saw blood, I realized you were conserving more energy to destroy me than to propel me. Today, I want us to create a compromise. I value the power you hold--I know how burdensome it can be (believe me--I feel everything). As I am writing you this letter, I want you know, I could never get to the keyboard without you.

Forever Sincere,

Your Mind

Gliding with such grace, strength and honour

A lady takes to the stage, dressed in her armour

Having once been lost, alone for some time

She returns to her duty, viewing suitors in their prime

Masks they disguise them, imitate and play

Windows to the soul, the only part that can betray

Touching is forbidden, outlawed and denied

Teasing all her senses, making her tingle inside

Searching the room, she ignores the talk

Yes she’s the woman that he had to stalk

A connection is made, as he turns round to see

Creating a charge of the highest degree

One dance was promised as the music starts

Air reverberates, the sound of breaking hearts

Dreams are lost, shattered and burned

Especially those of the nemesis been spurned

Secretly leaving a space for their own

She’s given instructions that are well known

Discarding of silk, satin and lace

The woman prepares with a fixed embrace

His love, lust and deep rooted passion

Are merged together with compassion

Two bodies as one, lay silently sated

In a shape of life, which is firmly stated

(c) A J Walters, 2015