Untouched

My naked skin feels untouched,
and yearns for the carress of a lover.
My eyes feel unobserved,
and my lips feel unkissed.
The nape of my neck yearn for lips to carress it,
and the small of my back yearns for strong fingers to sink into it.
My hips long to be puled into another's
My heart wants to beat with another's,
and my body longs to be held.

But more.
My soul feels undesired, unobseved and unloved,
longs to connect and be explored.
Above all I want my hearts desire,
to love another and be loved in return.

Anyone

When you're out not thinking of anyone,
I'm here.
When you're lonesome needing anyone,
I'm here.
When you're angry needing to blame anyone,
I'm here.
When you're tearful wanting anyone,
I'm here.
When you're gleeful bursting to share with anyone,
I'm here.
When you're tired begging for help from anyone,
I'm here.
When you need to go out with anyone,
I'm here.
When you need to open up to anyone,
I'm here.
When you need to wake up next to anyone,
I'm here.
When you need affection from anyone,
I'm here.
When you need help from anyone,
I'm here.
When you need a lift from anyone,
I'm here.
When you need to be alone with anyone,
I'm here.
When you need a kind word from anyone,
I'm here.
When you need to see a smile from anyone,
I'm here.
When you want to comfort anyone,
I'm here.
When you want to talk to anyone,
I'm here.
When you want, anything, anyone,
I'm here.
But you don't want anyone.
You want anyone.
But me.

Turn

There's a stillness around me,
It's not calm but it's still,
And I really have no choice.

I want to go backwards but someone's locked the door.
I can go forwards but it scares me.
I can't stay here, the walls are closing.
Thre's one path.
But I don't want to take it.

To the lost.

If the world turns anyway then why speak?
If the sun rises anyway then why try?
If the tide rolls anyway then why move?
And if the clouds pass over anyway why act?
Because, somebody somewhere finds you precious,
Somebody somewhere loves you,
Somebody somewhere wants to hold you till all your troubles melt away.
Somebody somewhere cares.

I am.

I am the white and pink tricycle that used to be my sister's.
I am the scar on my chin from jumping in the paddling pool.
I am the first time someone hit me.
I am the first time I argued back.
I am my first primary school boyfriend.
I am the tears the bullies gave me.
I am my first kiss aged thirteen.
I am the first time I laughed until I cried.
I am my first fight.
I am the voice crying "no".
I am my first secondary school boyfriend.
I am my first break up.
I am my first love.
I am the letter he sent me that broke my heart for the first time.
I am the woman who didn't help.
I am my decision to go it alone.
I am the compliments on prom night.
I am the teenager leaving school for the last time.
I am the foolish college girl.
I am the boy who loved her.
I am everything she dreams she could be.
I am everything I said I would never be.
I am my battle scars.
I am alive.

Little blackbird.

How now little blackbird, sitting on the sill?
Is there anyone to love you, to nurse you when you're ill?

Do you laugh little blackbird, at the nuances of life?
Do you share you hopes and dreams, with a child with a wife?

Are there trials little blackbird, that test you day to day?
Are you tempted by a mistress who is begging you to stray?

Are you old little blackbird, have you lived your whole life through?
Do you tell others that this world of ours, contains not one thing new?

Do you dream little blackbird, when you rest your head at night?
And do these dreams fill your tiny heart with pleasure or with fright?

Do you wonder little blackbird, at the things that you must see?
Do you draw near with curiosity or turn away and flee?

Are you trapped little blackbird, is your nest instead four walls?
Does it stop you from replying, when the wild calls?

Must you little blackbird leave your perch upon the sill?
Will you not answer these questions, the ones that stay here still?

Fare thee well little blackbird, I will see you soon I know.
Although you leave, your eyes tell me, it is not for long you'll go.

I hate you.

I hate you.
I hate you because I love you.
Because in one gaze the entire world melts away

I hate you.
I hate you because I love you.
Because love is excruciating and all consuming.

I hate you.
I hate you because I love you.
Because I am falling uncontrollably into a chasm that nobody knows of.

I hate you.
I hate you because I love you.
Because every idle touch brings me rushing back to life.

I hate you.
I hate you because I love you.
Because my life has been changed and there is no going back.

I hate you.
I hate you because I love you.
And because you don't love me.

I have not lived this day.

Man goes by on a bicycle,
Swiftly overtaken by youths in a car.
Their music far too loud.

A child chases a balloon along the street.
As if the pavement will rise up into the air,
Letting him catch his plaything.

Somewhere a couple are arguing.
Airing their dirty laundry for all to see,
Making everyone around them an extra in their drama.

Even the birds are busy,
Flitting here and there.
Singing softly to themselves as they go about their business.

The whole world seems to pass me by,
Ignoring my attempts to slow it down.
Another day has happened around me.
Another day I have not lived.

And me.

No more his smile, his kiss, his touch.
No more the warmth of his arms on a winter's day.
No more the gentle gaze when he thinks I'm sleeping.
No more the words of desire, passion, love.
He is gone now.
Leaving emptiness, pain, a numbing chill.
And me.
And me.

Essence

It is not gravity, nor logic, nor money that makes the world turn.
It is not fresh air, nor food, nor water that help our children grow.
It is love.

Nothing

If we don't have hope we have nothing,
If we don't believe in ourselves we have nothing,
If we don't believe in love.
The world comes to nothing.

Time

Strange how quickly time can pass,
Particularly when you want to hold on to every second,
And marvel at it's beauty.

Unrequited

As a shining star blocked by cloud,
Like a glittering gem lost in the abyss,
Like a lightly floating sonata drowned out by pure noise.
Like a Rembrandt locked in a cupboard,
Or a fine wine spoiled by the cork.
Unrequited is my love.