I watch him sleep

Alarm cuts air ~ he does not stir ~ light filters in ~ cool morning feel ~ I listen to his breathing.

Am I in his dream / I wonder electric kiss / captive to my heart. 

Father and daughter

You were the first, you will always be, a massive part of me,

You helped create me, you carried me, gave so much happily,

You rejoiced in my achievements, you helped me through my woes,

Then later you proudly held my arm, on that most special day,

I wish I could be with you now, although likely lost for words,

So you could see how very much, you will always mean to me.

Break on through

And a smile appeared, like a sunbeam breaking through the cloud, we know not where the path leads, only that we walk it.

Heart sighs ~ soul sings ~ mind eases ~ peace ~ but why.

Scared now ~ flying on a different plane ~ sanity holding on by fingernails ~ falling with a smile ~ is this me or fantasy

In the lonely shadow

Night brought pain ~ body drained ~ mind missed sleep ~ day lost ~ morning song stolen.

Curtains drawn ~ sounds receding ~ time bleeding ~ torn between ~ bed and water. 

Sunlight presses fabric ~ pain dulls to ache ~ appreciating little birds ~ twittering ~ helps me along

Robbed of confidence / wilting in the harsh daylight / the petals drop now.

Quiet now ~ slowly coming ~ upwards ~ but to what ~ who knows.

Sensing loss ~ forboding feeling ~ twisted logic ~ cannot ~ close the door.

I feel his breath now / on my neck rancid yet warm / once more my dark hound.

Torn between

Curiously ~ she wonders ~ how it came to this ~suspended between ~ one world and the next.

Fairy Princess

Casting spells ~ granting wishes ~ in a pretty gown ~ and crown ~ easier than this

Tainted Insanity

Just who the hell do you think you are, to treat me in this way,
who woke up and made you god, of all that you survey,
Did my consideration, give you the wrong impression,
that you could treat me worse, than a discarded possession,

Just where do you get off, with projecting on to me,
I never realised my fate of birth, to you meant second class,
did my crime of saying no, warrant your vindictive spree,
are you so blind, can you not see, just look into the glass,

How on earth do you justify, how badly you behave,
to write off years, to write a letter, you must of felt so brave,
to place the blame on my shoulders, by weaving fiction out of fact,
and expect the world and his mother, to pat you on the back.

(Entered for OneShotWednesday - 02-Mar-11)