The elements comentry

whilst sitting at home with an overwhelming feeling of sadness i realised how truly heavy my limbs, legs specificaly, felt.

i thought about how when you reach that low it feels like all the world and its elements are against you.

as the thought an poem progressed i thought of the simple game rock paper sisors and how elements override each other. and how, then, the elements which make up the world, and weight us down, can be aimed at each other to overcome and prevail.

focus mainly remained then on changing states and mud is sticky but can hold u in place, and the rain that pelts you with bullets can save you from the mud, and sun saves from rain as rain saves from sun.

a simple idea. which is why i kept it short but has a lot of simple meaning in those few stanzas.
which to a simple observe may just be about the weather.

its called the elements because its the elements, the core parts that make a person which break them . without harmony or balance one feature can overcome the over. its the elements being the reasons the element of surprise,  or fear being to common phrases.



elemnatl joy
element of surprise
elements to fear
elemently clear

 a bonus poem

Inside the box, outside the lines

The frame is set
on the mantle piece
the canvas blank
ready to paint

The red of the rose
The green of the fields
The yellow morning sun
lie outside the canvas


Written 13/5/2012
 Nothing further to add after reflection. changes may by published as a second version at a later date

Waiting for the phone to ring

Logic
feeling
Knowing
Wanting

Connection between the first and the second
the first is the should
the second the reality
each flow through the mind
affecting thought and sanity


9/04/2012 ~Esme

The Dead - hiku

the dead are not an
excuse to quit but are a
reason to fight on.

27/10/13 Esme

Doom

Groping for something that will never be there
without breaking, hurting and pain.

Feeling what is there and softly sinking
wishing for both, not either, not or.

Rivers flow through the mind, twisting
and turning through thoughts tempest,

Flashes of lighting and thunder,
illuminating and rendering all.

Sept 2nd 2012 12:14, edited dec 27th 2012

Portrait Perfect - Haiku

Dorian grey has
An image of his true self
Got nothing on us

Esme jan 29,2013

( my first ever Haiku!)

a million and nothing

A million thoughts
A thousand images

that normally cloud the mind

and now

just one thought
one image

Him

and without him

emptiness


16/07/2013 ~Esme

My ghost

My Ghost haunts me
Hovers in the background
unseen
unherd
Ever present

My ghost follows me
Penetrates my thoughts
Fears
Feelings
And reminds me to breathe

My ghost haunts me
lifting the weight from my back
holding
helping
before retreating once more

He is my ghost
Whish that he were a poltergeist
or alive
And mine

My ghost

July 15 2013

Send me the Thorns

Screw the roses and send me the thorns.
They are beautiful too.
Make the rain come today,
ill walk to the sun with you.
Beat me down with your love.
And catch me where I fall.

Esme - a work in progress June 2013

I close my eyes

I close my eyes
And think of England

I close my eyes and listen to the moans escaping my lips
I feel my hips lifting, reaching for you

As I close my eyes and think of England

I close my eyes and focus on my nerves sparking, causing uncontrolled convulsions through my form

And I close my eyes and forget about England

I close my eyes and listen to your steps, your controlled breathing and floorboards unwanted squall

And I close my eyes and pray for England

I close my eyes to keep myself guessing, so each touch and movement will suprise, and curse my inability to not try to peek

I close my eyes and wonder at England.

I close my eyes for just a second, before the limit is reached my head thrown back my eyes flung open

I open my eyes, for you are my England

~Esme April 1st 2013. Eddited June 30th
 A change from my normal style it's a bit corny I know but we all have our moments ;)

Spark

That spark
The pause before impact
The knowledge
The inevitable surprise
The following release
The release
And the building up again



(Esme 24th Jan 2013)

generation

generation sex
what might happen next
everything means so much more
a wink, a kiss, or front door
multy layerd conversations
confusing all for generations

25/11/2012

rapsody

Oh sweet torture you push me to the edge!
pulling me while I too pull away,
as you move closer, I do near the ledge!
The words inside are just stuck on replay.

Building up temptation, with thoughts yet to be pure
the struggle deep inside my, poor held, head.
watching all your writings, as near to me you draw
and my held heart is wanting to be lead.


 
Tue 21st feb 2011(21/02/2012

loves slender knife / a lovers sigh

I sit and cry
for why?
"Goodbye"

I lie (down) and cry.
I hate,
"Goodbye"

once more I sigh
'till next
"Goodbye"

I wait,
on the morrow's
"Hello"




Esme ~ 28th October 2012

smilingly into the night

You're better than chocolate
sweeter than sweets
taste better than any food
you're my hearts own treat

you're who i want to see
you're not my wrong but right
with you ill always go
smilingly into the night



Esme ~ Written During 2012 somewhere before august. precise date lost

Fragmented is my reality

I'm broke but dont fix me
this is who i am
it is my reality




rebuild to break again
stronger left alone
a piece of stronger stone


chip off the sides
take true form
center nolonger hides


the walls are broken
now see within
dont try and grow dead skin



~Esme~
Wed 26th septemer 2012 adapted from a song i once wrote

one, two, three

I've seen you say it
in black and white

I've seen you say it
in pictures moving light

feeling is believeing

I've herd you say it
in your heart beat quickening

I've herd you say it
in your breathing, thickening

seeing is believing

I've felt you say it
in the grip of your arms

I've felt you say it
in the depth of your lips

Hearing is believing



30/09/2012 7:30pm

if you lead them, they will follow

Write them first
asign them later
the words come tumbling down

write them first
asign them later
throw them on the mound

write them first
asain them later
till scattering them around

Tidal

It rises
swelling beneath the cavety
resisting centred gravity

it pushs up, and booms and grows
against all odds, opend and rose

bashing against the cage, where its set
pushing against pain,swallowed what it met

growing harder and faster,defying all rules
encompasing, destroying, reducing all fools

exploding out, and washing away
till nothing is left, but growth and decay.

The Ghost inside

My name is not my own;
it does not fit,
It is not me.

My Body is not my own;
The shape is wrong,
I am not me.

My thoughts are not my own;
if they cannot be voiced,
the voice is not mine.

I am not my own;
I cannot change,
I cant be me.

My name is not my own,
Why is yours?

Esme~
7/5/2012

Glacier

Frozen in place
an Idea
a Thought
dragging and pulling hope down
Sparks melt the ice
A Flicker
an Idea
Toying Emotion arround

31/3/2012

Floating Thoughts

Is safety truly of value?
when it holds back freedom
and gives extra worry and care.

How can the happiness
so constantly saught,
only so briefly be there?

Contact and touch
so often portray,
Much less than
their absence provides.

Further we move
and the more we invest
more joy and despair
collide

31/3/2012

I won

I won because i trained the ability
I lost because you needed the win

Esme
23/2/2012

I have been Condemmed

I have been condemned
I may do what I wish
say what I like
make my own mistakes
and learn from them


I have been sentenced to life
to life as I choose
to go where I will
and to regret where I wouldn't

I have been punished
with conscience for my actions
a mind that over thinks
and a heart with the capacity for love 

and so I am condemned,
condemned to be Free.






Inspired by a bloggers chosen name "condemed to be free"
Esme 17th may 2012

In my mind /limitles boundries

In my mind
the scene is set.
in my mind
the detail met.
in my mind
the picture flows.
in my mind
the idea grows.
in my mind
i move and grow.

but through my hand
i fail
to show
16/5/2012

I see you

I see you in nature,
in the fluttering of the leaves
I hear you in gales howling,
feel touch in morning breeze.
I smell you in the flower,
in the soft, rich growing earth.
I see your wisdom showing,
with the growth of each new bud

where ever I see beauty,
see my loves or indeed yours
I float though the connection
into memory's open doors.




Esme ~
Written 10/3/2012 In memory of my uncle on the day of his wake, a respected man among many, and greatly missed. RIP march 2012

Let me Go!

Let me Finnish so I can't start
to move and break and tear apart.
Let me run so I can walk
and slowly forget what I was taught.
Let me Laugh so I may cry
And sit and chase the world going by.
Let me sing, so I may speak
my life is on hold, yours in repeat


Esme april 30th 2012
(working progress )

A Strong Man/Woman

Settles, as with the dust
Motion, to the will of the Sun
Feel, deeply desired emotion
Free, to move whilst concretely stays

Boulders that bend to the will of the Wind
Seas gushing forth softening to a tide
Sun, encouragingly hurts but not harms
Nature , embrasing takes into their arms

Battles, to do as they wish and yet may please
The river bends, its will only when it choose
The mountains, Impose whilst gives loveingly too
 Strengh, to give and to take to the skys oh so blue.




Inspired by posts seen on http://lidiajewellsworld.wordpress.com/category/short-stories-poems-quotes-and-pictures/page/3/

The iregular Rythm and ryhm are purposfull.
perhaps a few edits for the future but for now ill let you see what you think

~esme~

Motionless Hope

The rock hard set in stone
plants push still their way through
in hope a life to grow
though nothing more can do.


-Part of hope, movement,fate and  dreams collection

~Esme

Running into the sun

Times ticking clock
the falling of the sands
the rushing of the river
the set lay of the lands

Their secrets know to them
the rest just gues and wait
falling through space and time
impatient to meet our fate

Cournes and edges

(from my shapes collection)

the corner
makes the image whole,
without it, it is broken,
damaged and worthless
so here the focus should lie
as with it is the images deep truth

here was where the image began
the pencil drew and ink ran
here was where all thought began
image made,idea planed

the jutting edge, the final piece
together drawn, the image sleeps

(begun, 30/8/2011 edited and finished 21st feb 2012)
Esme ~