Archive - 2009

July

Happiness

Happiness does not fade away

It doesn’t slip slowly through your fingers

Or disappear over the horizon like the sunset.

Happiness is snatched from unsuspecting hands while they sleep,

Kidnapped in the dark of night so you won’t see it leave.

In time you won’t remember it shape in your bed

Or its warmth on your skin,

You wont recall the strain on your mouth that laughter smiles.

And only the idea of happiness will be missed.

October

No Words

My pen has run out of ink.

I stare at an empty page

And will my thoughts to make their mark.

My voice won’t carry them

Only paper can house these “things” in my heart.

I shall let them flow in my veins

Whispering throughout my body,

Reminding my muscles, my bones

The story of this ache.

Then maybe they will ooze from my fingers

To stain this blank page.

I can burn a piece of paper,

Lose it, keep it

File it at the back of my world in the cupboard above my bed.

But I have run out of ink

No words will come.