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)