Strangers

You send a message to me
waiting so long to hear
to the unknown stranger
to draw me near

I stand to leave
my mind a haze of dreams
walk towards the open door
hoping all is what it seems

the message reads
meet me here
2 strangers to meet at last
and I'm gripped by a sudden fear

what will we talk about
this strange connection remains
leaves us no space to move
what can we hope to gain?

I move soundlessly towards you
your hand outstretched to mine
take a seat you say
and I lose track of time

the discomfort is vanished
as we talk through the night
and we delve and twist
reassured that we were right

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Fake smile

I see you
surrounded
charm personified
but still guarded

your smile
lights up the dark
you seem like such a lark
everyone wants to leave their mark

but in a moment of peace
I see your smile dip
revealing that the mask can slip
and leave you stranded without a grip

so hard keeping up the act
a persona that all will like
as you take to the mic
when you want to slip into the night

Chilled

Now returned to harsh lights
noise.......................life
can I not return
to the stillness of the night?

Where reality hums a distant tune
not entering consciousness
no thoughts invading
just the night and me

Dampened hair and fingers chilled
serve as my only reminder
of the stillness I find
within the night's landscape

Rain

cold drops upon warm skin
water upon the page
shaded from moisture
darkness surrounds

the cool water splashes my face
running in streams
onto the dampened page
the beauty and stillness remain

all is calm and quiet
legs cooling with water
the rain subsiding
all about me hiding

I like the world like this
dark and unimposing
no one around to judge

as I sit in the dark
watching the rain wash away my words
transfixed by the sodden pages
and the coolness now within me

I hold my face up to the chill
wishing rain will wash the pain away
could sit for hours
just me and you, deep in thought

the coolness stirs a longing
for a life full of this
someone to share these moments with
quiet reflection, no needs for words

will understand
will leave me still
will hold my hand
and loneliness kill

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Recesses

My head is hazy
as the clock hands turn
all feelings rent from me
leaving me naked

I have nothing to offer
no truth to tell
my thoughts buried inside
to remain undiscovered

The lies and truth merge
to form a myriad of tales
but my voice is silent
too scared to be heard

I wish I could find the words
I know are hidden deep beneath
I wish I could trust in man
not to judge me for my sins

My own mind is unrelenting
forcing deep secrets, to farthest corners
to be locked away where they can't harm
but I know this shouldn't be the way

Will someone show me the switch
that lights the interior of my mind
reaches and illuminates the dark shadows
so skeletons can no longer hide

Let my voice be found
full of regret and misgivings
let it be strong and loud
so that the past may fade

Only then will my confusion cease
and let colour and life seep back again
make melancholy and darkness dim
so conviction and vitality remain

Nightlife

Moonlight fades to grey
clouds dappled with distinction
the stillness of the night
forming and taking shape

Silence beckons the weak
within shadows to appear
darkness affording anonymity
so captors they can evade

The occasional unqualified sound
rips through the night fabric
tearing apart the peace
leaving only echoes in its path

The black sky descends
absorbing all shade and hue
subtle highlights no longer visible
as all become equal

In the darkness we cannot judge
no subtle lighting of differences
all bias cast aside
leaving us
all
exposed

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Breaking the chains

why did i do what i did?
all those years ago
spurred on by lust
not thinking about what would pass

here we are so many years behind us
but why did we carry on?
we knew a life time ago that it wasn't right
but still we carried on

now i look at you and have no words to say
all emotions have long since faded
your face reflects the same things back
and all the love between us - jaded

time to move on and feel free again
to break the chains that bind us
remember what its like to be me
hoping my tattered soul is mended