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 ~

Snake in the grass

proffer me your week spot,
show me you submit.
turn your eyes and walk away,
then feel the final hit.

let me get to know you,
tell me all your fears.
I shall hide my darkness
I'll reveal your tears

28th aug 2011

The toll Rises

the toll rises, we atone fore what we did
and what we did naught of?
it lays un-thought of.
times passage flows, life grows/
and as we wonder, we wander on through,
to think of what we did, and what we didn't do.


Esme ~ 23/12/2012

One Way mirror

I close my eyes
because in-front of me,
is that screen that shows me everything.
It shows the hate, the hurt the lies
and what i do not wish to see.
as the match set for suffering.

My mouth is covered I cannot speak.
My hands tied back I cannot release.
But even if my bonds were freed,
still the mirror lies in-front of me.

That mirror stands, shows consequence
and all I fear is recompense
and when the glass comes scattering down
its only so I might pick up the pieces



wed 30th nov 2011

sixpence or a pound

(s2 from songs collection)

Sing a song of sixpence
this ones worth a pound,
hear lie all my foot prints,
they wont wait around
as i lie in wonder
as i lie in wait,
think what a lovely world this is
just to appreciate

(inspired by an old English nursery rhyme)

Esme ~ 30/11/2012 00:00

elements part 1

Gravity pulls hard
fog covers all
rain pelts roughly
and snowflakes fall

swamps thicken gradually
sand pits sink
mud grows thickly
and hardens to stick

nobodys prize,everybodys challenge

shining like the sun,
echoing across the land.
battles lost and won,
for the lady's hand.

27/11/2011

Feels not quite finished, so watch this space for its continuation
~esme ~

The elements part 2

rock beats sand
sea beats rock
wind beats land
and sun runs amok

My Castle

as i sit inside my castle
behind wall, and wall and wall.
i cant help but think and wonder,
will you wait and watch them fall?

will you prod them, see them titer?
watch them stay just standing tall?
will you bring forth all the elements?
or not sit and wait at all?

each wall hides but another
built stronger. I rebuilt them all.
as you walk away they crumble.
would you look back or stay the fool?

do you take apart the peices?
take them brick, by brick they pool,
around your feet, then back together?
protecting you and me so small?

would you make in them some door ways?
brick them back up, and call... and call?
out to my soul and to no other
keep me safe, in my castle, my rules?

Esme~ 17th January 2012

My Head and Hearts Mistress - A letter

I could write you of my love m'lady
but it would take a while
and as my heart fly's up, m'lady
I still have to face the pile

I could sing you of my thoughts, m'lady
but would the words ring true?
as not a single word, m'lady
could aptly describe you

I could speak you sonnets fair, m'lady
but none would quite match up,
with the landscapes u remind, m'lady
founts wisdom I ne'r quite sup

so as I think to show, m'lady
I do so with my heart
and leave this down beside m'lady
so ne'er we are apart

Roulette wheel

Heed no warnings.
Place your bets.
Still got time,
Ain't lost nothing yet
Wait for the ball to drop,
or Take your next card
just give it your all
Win, or loose, hard.

Esme ~ 6/12/2012

Luminescence

it slinks across my face
unbidden,
unwanted.

slowly rising with a thought,
an image,
a word,

spreading thickly, affecting me more
I grow taller
light a spark

unmistakeably it moves to my eyes,
opening them wider
like a happy child.

And not a conscious thought to place it there.
yet it comes,
and so it grows

and the battles lost and won to hold it back.
it resides
despite the fighting.

and the cause of this fight across my features?
its what I know
and whom I now see.

Esme ~ 26/12/11 11:14 pm

The Painting

YOU are not a reflection of your words.
THEY are not the be all and and all of your soul
Your HEART does not beat to their rhythm and nor
does your mirror your true-self behold

your Eyes do not reflect your voice
they do not sing the notes of your tune
it is Not the feelings you wish to portray, and
they cannot be shaped in crushing with your hand.

Your height does not portray your measure,
you can stand tall yet never meet the roof.
By stretching, yourself continue to contradict.
Show in you whole not fear, just act aloof

Self portrait you cannot understand
the shaking of your masters hand
the strokes fall widely yet still don't show,
the deepest emotion to those who wish to know.


Esme ~ 4/1/2012

the final stanza i feel reads well alone  too.

Truth of truthes/ True Reality

my truths are not your truths,
my heart is not yours,
my eyes see not your soul,
and my ears know not your pain.
I'm sorry

If these walls could talk
their council would be invaluable
If hearts could sing
their melody would bring understanding.
I'd listen.

i hold my peace
and pick up the pieces
but this broken puzzle
can not be fixed.
Get glue.

this play takes its places
the players stand on stage
the background takes the scene
and the orchestra, behind a screen.
Standing ovation.

my truths would only hurt you
in this your broken state
so while i can not heal you
right hear, I'll sit, and wait.
Hold tightly.

Esme ~ 30th november 2011

cut to the quick

cut it to the quick,
let it stick,
let it strike you to the bone.
take you home,
let you hear the voices loud,
standing proud,
speaking truth of those around.
hammer pound,
till the honesty comes out,
and you shout
as you cut it to the quick!

Esme ~ 2nd January 2012
(to be read at pace)