the epiphany at midnight

when the concealing darkness slips over all that breathes

the silence sets in, only the house dares to bare the slightest croak

as the subconscious sweeps throughout the body

drifting through the bloodstreams, bathing in every vessel

like the strike of a match in a blackened cave

or the fireflies trail against the night sky

it emerges behind those closed deep blue eyes

struggling against the compelling intoxication of the sleep

a lip quivers, heavy eyelids flutter, a hand lifts

but suddenly 

like the last leaf of autumn

the mind falls

falls so far

was this the beginning of a nightmare

or the base of a fairytale dream

the never ending battle shall go on 

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i am unsure

its when your huddled on that bedroom floor

tears roll into the carpet underneath, leaving a dark stain of pity

hands clasped around cold knees begging for warmth

and freedom from this cruel ever expanding world

insignificance and loneliness sets into every pore

lingering upon every bodily hair

a sniffle from the nose calls out in the empty room

but no one will stir 

a heart will not flutter

a breath will not halt 

you are too small, living a life of too little significance

why bother...

i am unsure

whether to keep this blog up anymore

its insignificance

my insignificance 

in this place

why bother...

sorry about the absence

was living in london dreaming my life away

oh to look at life through the sepia camera lense

that tea stained fog cast across the faces and lanes

the suns bright light no longer peers menacing through the crack in the shutter

instead it throws a blanket of a dreamlike world across the room

sending us into a softer sleep

birds fly across that yellowing blue sky

reminding us of that well loved book upon the shelf of the library

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hope you all are having a wonderful, magical, fantastical weekend

i am having a lovely time catching up with old friends

drinking games galore

shall post again when the inspiration hits me from the dark corners of the night

like a butterfly caught in the swirls of the wind

but for now

"whatever you do in life will be insignificant. but it is very important that you do it anyway."

 

 

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why am i so happy

a grin keeps forming upon my little face

scrunching up the freckles upon either cheek

a soft high pitched laugh floats out of my mouth 

unexpectedly at times

and i look at the world 

through such dreamy eyes

i can't help it

but i am in love with whatever has changed inside this little old mind

how would i live in a world where colour did not exist?

no longer could i stare longingly into your emerald green eyes,

which swirl like a peacock feathers flowing gently down stream

nor will that overwhelming admiration flow through my veins,

as i look up and see your nose tinged pink by the ice cold wind

and as we cycle together down the country lane,

that sunset will no longer give a bronzing glow to our skin 

you will no longer laugh when i step out in my little red shoes 

that remind you of a small childs

and as we fly upon the strong eagles back, will we look for the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow?

will we squeal with delight as we plunge through the ivory clouds and the royal blue sky

and when i fall asleep at the end of the day

will you gently stroke my hair watching the light bounce off and send golden ripples?

would it ever be the same again my love...

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today i made scones

and ate them with a big cup of chai tea

isn't it wonderful how such small things can be so wonderful

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i must thank darjeeling dreams for the inspiration

i don't have much to say today

is that good..am i content with my life? is there no anger burning up inside?

or..

has life become simple? and there is no happiness building up inside?

only time will tell

for now

i leave this. whilst i wander bare legged through my dreams. may the morning bring more..

dream away my dear, no need to open your eyes....

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have a magical weekend

whilst I

like an awoken fool

shall wipe away the cobwebs,

that misty thicket 

across my eyes

its time

too long ago

these pools of blue ruled

throwing their judgement and corruption

onto this world

imprisoning broken hearts

and this ever longing soul

so it is time

crawl like a baby

out of this safe place

touch those thing that daren't be touched

watch fireflies float away through night

time to see life once again

time to feel a live again

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what a beauty we live in

i love my bike

the click of the wheels as i roll freely down a hill

the hum of the tyres on the warm tarmac

the squeak of the brakes as i come to holt

the ding of the bell as i greet my friends

the wind singing in my ears

the smile that forms from cheek to cheek

clearing my head of all its troubles

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my safety

my net

my lifejacket

my hiding place

my dreamhouse

my tearcatcher

my creation

my life

my room

monday morning birds sing so blissfully

puffing out their chests in pride to awake man from its slumber

but there huddled amongst the long grasses and the hunting mother dormouse

is the man with the broken heart

he lies there as still as the dead

fingers sunk deep into the dirt

staining his pearly bitten down nails

his golden hair grows with the grass seedlings

a weaved nest with the dandelions and speckled flowers

a man so broken

he is neither alive or dead

air still escapes him, yet none invites itself in

grey eyes still watch the skies 

and with every great tradegy they fill with a pool of blue 

dancing along his cheeks onto his bare chest

his last words being

only when this world forgets corruption, violence and hate

this mans soul shall live again 

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seeing life through a new perspective

like looking through a stained glass window

it is all oh so captivatingly beautiful 

exaggerated romanticism

sending deep roseing reds across my face

but theres something sinister behind these new eyes

blinding me from the truth of life

blurring the reality

holding me a prisoner

inside the home of this

stained glass window

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i know it is ever so simple

but i felt obliged to showing my love for tea

theres something so soothing about pouring steaming hot water onto those tea leaves

to watch them lift up in the water and swirl around 

like a sycamore seed in the wind

turning the once so plain water 

into reflections of the night sky

or the sunrise upon the hillside

everything melts into love for 10 minutes

when your holding a cup of tea