Make may way to you

tread the long and winding road
thorns and thistles
storm and hail
make my way to you

I make my way to you
calm and clear
blooms and twine
we skip down the narrow path

 

clouds cloudy countryside farm
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Meaningless

Who says
the night has its charm
Parties are of cold blue

clinically
skim off
all companions
to discover perhaps one
worthy partner for the night

stop being
an assassin for small talks
smile, nod, raise a glass
go along, blend in
no need to see
no need to know
no need to feel
when the night is over
be rid of my mask

the next party
on repeat
for the world to see
I am living
inside slowly dying
in this meaningless
pit

adult alcohol bar bartender
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Love as a masterpiece

My love!
I only stand in distance admiring your grand beauty.
My absolute adoration for you leaves no room for coquetry.

Would anyone dare to smear their hands on Van Gogh’s painting just for their own pleasure?
Would anyone be so insensitive to shout cheers in the middle of Peter Grimes?

My love!
I am in awe of you, my masterpiece!
My obsession for you is beyond the need to possess you.
Trust me!
You are safe with me. I am the keeper of your heart.

 

left person s hand near blue board
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Cosy

I’ve gone quiet
I’ve gone cold
coz
There are raindrops
by my window.
Kitty and I
are having a cuddle.

person giving high five to grey cat
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Love in punctuation

We walked through the four seasons of love:

“Your smile shines brighter than the stars”, then he tilted my face and kissed my cushioning lips.

Oh baby! Fuck! Baby…

He was hurt; he knew it too well I said it out of my own insecurity.

The atmosphere was like a pair of ill-fitting shoes, go bare feet, or suffer the agony.

We ended our relationship.

Did our love just die?

Dilemma

to you
there is
no end
to misery

to me
the end
of you
cures
my misery

to kill
or
not to
kill

Procrastinators

everybody wants a piece of her
yes yes yes
she over commits and
feels anxious to start anything

there are so many fishes
in the sea
busy busy busy
he doesn’t like to sit in boredom
hoping to catch one

it’s a long way off freedom
who knows what tomorrow holds
let’s all wait for
the last minute revolution

what if I fail
what if I am not good enough
what if I don’t matter
how about I never start

It’s not what it seems

a chaotic mind
requires
an organised space
that’s why
I make my bed
everyday
I tidy up after myself
as I go

a calm appearance
hides
a turbulent mind
that’s why
I make conscious effort
to breathe
I delay in responding
to mayhem

Deception – painting by Jen Coffey