Butterflies and Moonbeams.

Hidden

In the dark

Alone

Waiting for the end.

My time

Spent concealed

In my cocoon of despair.

Wanting to feel

The sun

Upon my translucent skin.

Brightest colours

Big and bold

One day, I’ll begin.

Every caterpillar

Has a chance

To be the butterfly.

So I’m told

Therefore I wait

In coldest days

Till I shall fly.

Until my wings

Of gold unfold

I dream of moonbeams in the sky.

The ugly caterpillar

I may be

Until my cast does break.

Then I will shine

Yes, I shall be

The butterfly, awake!

The end!

Half Moon.

Engraved on my soul
memories of you
Dreaming, drifting

I wondering past

the house

where we once lived.

Where home fires burnt

yet, now I see

another flame

does glow.

At a glance

into a window

another face

not mine.

Living in another time

hear my cries

I feel I am dying.

Still need your touch

Forbidden, forgiven

forsaken,  alone.

Tears roll down

sunken cheeks

on pale face.

Desperation

I hurt.

Decisions made

in moments haste

The last look

on your most

handsome face.

The past should

remain in the

corners of my

sub-conscious mind.

For they are

too painful

too  soiled

forgotten, lost.

Therefore

I banished from my heart

these exhausted dreams

As only pieces

of my broken heart

remain.

No-body's Fool!

You don't understand,

I’m not as stong
as I may seem

While my heart breaks
I’m dangerous.

I can hear her laughing
in the back ground

One day she'll be wailing
 I won't be around.

I’m nobody's fool

What the hell
are you playing at?

Please don’t be
so cruel

Why can't you
come right out
and say it

I can take it.

This bed grew

so much larger

And now winter
feels so cold 
the smell of the rain

in the wind haunts me.

claws of betrayal 
have settled deep
into the ground

I wait
for footsteps
to enter
this house
has no sound.

Rumours

spread like wild fire

So then tell me
what's her name?

I know that you
will not return.

It was written
in her love letters
that I found

All placed together
scarlet ribbon bound.

Bloody Valentine!

Woke

or did I?

Was I already awake?

It was morning

it may have been morning!

Unable to tell 

how long I’d been sleeping

What you left 

was not worth keeping.

I couldn’t move

my body numb

Black and blue 

from your fist kiss

How much love

to bash in my head?

Another day

I’ll have to hide in bed

My face hurts

so swollen

I think my jaw

is broken.

No-one can see me 

in this state

They’ll misread your love

as pure hate.

Sober 

you are different 

so gentle,

so kind.

You beg for forgiveness

and promise 

last time.

You’re so remorseful

with tears 

in your eyes.

Just like the last time

I believe your lies.

Yet, this time is different

quite different

you see.

When you leave.

go off to work today

I'll take my reprieve. 

The only solution  

a sacrifice

I'll take my own life.

To save myself

and no longer

be 

your wife!

Again!

I think I’ll start again

I feel this life is broken

Enough of all this pain

Existence

Oh, so tough.

I want a clean slate

Erasing all past memoirs

They haunt me anyway

So what is the f**king point?

Sailing through this life

All mystery and mayhem

Rebelling against the order

The one that castrates me.

It is hard to be a man

So sentimental and fluffy!

Not allowed to be

Soft and gentle and kind.

The others take the piss

They tense and taut and hurt me

All because I feel

I carry so much shame.

It’s hard to be a man

And fight for what I believe in

When all I want to be

Is treated just the same!

Butterflies and Moonbeams

Hidden

In the dark

Alone

Waiting for the end.

My time

Spent concealed

In my cocoon of despair.

Wanting to feel

The sun

Upon my translucent skin.

Brightest colours

Big and bold

One day, I’ll begin.

Every caterpillar

Has a chance

To be the butterfly.

So I’m told

Therefore I wait

In coldest days

Till I shall fly.

Until my wings

Of gold unfold

I dream of moonbeams in the sky.

The ugly caterpillar

I may be

Until my cast does break.

Then I will shine

Yes, I shall be

The butterfly, awake!

The end!

NO!

She was dying to be held

My God
she felt so lonely.

Too embarrassed
to explain

The reasons for her pain.

Bruised and batted

Dress all torn

With echo’s of “If only”.

Sorry state

For all to see

She sat there all alone.

“I told you so”, her mother’s voice

Running round inside her head

Another victim
another saga.

A disapproving frown

She asked for it
now surely

Dressed
as if she were a whore

Chitter, chatter
so accusing.

Voices bring her down

How dare they say

It was her fault

Regardless of consequence.

Instead of blaming her

They should be 
on her defense

“NO is NO”, 
and that’s a fact

Despite any circumstance.

If a female
can’t refuse a man

None of us
will stand a chance!