28/12/18

A room,

With one shining light.

A single heart throbs,

One pair of lungs breathe.

But,

There are two once-boys.

They look at each other.

Only one has life flowing through his veins,

The other made of glass.

He looks at the once-boy in the mirror.

Hair that is slightly too long.

The mere shade of a moustache.

Happy,

But tired eyes.

The living one turns away,

And he is the only one.

Slowly he walks to bed,

And as his head softly lands on the pillow,

The light goes away.

The room is dark,

His breathing becomes heavy,

And there he is:

Dreaming away.

Time Taken: 13 minutes

Friend’s Blog: spokenincursive.blogspot.com

It’s Okay.

I like to think I’ve been there,

But you are you,

and I am me.

And life gets heavy sometimes;

So,

I get it.

Sit,

Take a break from it all.

Feels great.

But I know,

If you look up.

You see that life was not the passenger.

Life went on.

The clock kept ticking.

And as you take your break,

I can’t help,

But worry.

When you get up,

Will your knees crack slightly louder?

Will a deeper sigh escape your lungs?

Either way,

We’ll be there.

No matter how tired you are,

We will throw you on our shoulders,

And live.

 

Time Taken: 4 minutes 25 seconds

Friend’s Blog: spokenincursive.blogspot.com

27/12/18

A figment of my imagination,

As I pondered,

As I wished.

Serving as an endless source of inspiration,

As my dreams were translated onto the page.

The dreams of day,

The dreams of night.

Now,

An absence in my heart.

How does one write a romantic piece,

Without an inspiration?

Possible,

Yes.

But this contentment.

This,

State of not-wishing.

Soothing to the self,

But what will it mean?

 

Time Taken: 9 minutes

Friend’s Blog: spokenincursive.blogspot.com

Wish For a Fall

The irony of love.

As we fall for those,

That lift us up.

The blessing of their presence,

Creates a longing,

For it to be constant.

Thus far,

I’ve lived,

I’ve fallen,

But always moved on.

One day however,

There may be no recovery.

And there the hope lies,

That when I fall,

And do not rise,

That they do the same.

Time Taken: 13 minutes

Friend’s Blog: spokenincursive.blogspot.com

25/12/18

Subconscious reality,

Of endless possibility.

The gift of life and love,

The gift of fear and despair.

With eyes closed,

An adventure,

Through a truthless landscape.

A deep breath,

A snore,

As love is found.

What used to be a cruel ritual,

I now welcome.

As the sun finds my eyes,

And the bird’s joyous song my ears.

I open my eyes,

And life continues,

Once again.

 

Time taken: 11 minutes

Friend’s Blog: spokenincursive.blogspot.com

23/12/18

I step into the light of reflection.

Before me, he appears:

The boy of the past.

Slightly smaller,

Metal on his teeth,

And a masked expression.

He was so tired,

But an accomplished actor.

So convincingly he played his role,

And wore his mask,

Even he,

Believed his lies of happiness.

A man appears next to the boy.

Slightly taller,

Straight teeth,

And a smile on his face.

His eyes radiate true joy,

For he knows,

He needs to act no more.

Time taken: 7 minutes

Friend’s blog:

spokenincursive.blogspot.com

Doubt its End

I reach in,

With nervous hands.

Deep inside,

And pull out a fast beating heart.

Trembling,

I hold my hands open as it rests on my palms.

My breath is caught as she sees my offer.

Her hands close around mine,

Gently push towards my chest,

And my heart is restored.

My memories confuse me,

and my own sigh of relief comes as a surprise.

I walk away,

and smile.

 

 

Going to start including the time taken for each poem after this one just for personal interest, forgot to time this one.