whispered words

They hang between us in the air
but neither of us gave them life.
Theres a red viel for us to share
but in the way is a wall, of fear, of strife.

We have to trust we feel the same,
that when the words come alive,
we'll both breathe into them, in no feign.
and to keep them living, we must promise to strive.

You could always turn and walk away,
theres always a risk, our love will turn grey,
if i say the words, neither of us can say,
Then, i'll be too afraid to beg you to stay.

Ex

-EJ

The Story of the Blind Man

At birth, his eyes weren't open
but his mind was introduced to a whole new world,
he lived as if he hadn't been robbed of a important token,
he lived, and to him new things unfurled.

He stood for hours and listened
to things we never hear,
he couldn't see your faces but he knew you through and through,
he didnt need to stand near.

he never saw the colour,
of natures million hues
but the way in which he could discover,
noone ever knew.

He understood everything,
took his loss in his stride,
of the senses he had, he was the king.
Everyone, of him should hold a high pride.

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-EJ

The Personification of The Lost Love

Theres a woman in the corner,
A pink eerie mist creeps around her feet.
Theres a atmosphere of knowledge.
As if to this she is no foreigner.
Her eyes observe.

Her Skin is pale, white and young,
her lips are swollen, red, stark against her icy skin.
Her broken harp, now half strung.
Noone is watching.

She holds the instrument carefully.
She cradles it with her arm,
she shakes slightly, fearfully,
Her eyes remembering.

The garment she wears is perfect,
the dress and viel, simple, white and pure,
The gash across her chest its only defect.
She stares you down.

Her hair is long and greasy,
her posture, cowering and defeated,
her eyes lowered, her gait uneasy.
The others are watching.

The corner is empty,
of happiness and hope,
the image of opposites,
it holds plenty,
but I'm not there to help you cope.

Restring my harp's grace,
lift up my viel,
and look upon an empty space.

Ex

-EJ

Better To Have Loved and lost, than never to have loved at all.

Just thinking about that saying. It really depends on where you are in a relationship :').

The red hot Sun shines through, the broken blinds of my heart,
each ray a spear, a pain, a truth.
Leaving me trying to heal, yet another timeless scar.

Will I learn from pain, or willingly unprotect my heart,
And throw open my arms for it again.
I felt your love. I'm a lucky one. Or is that saying a simple feign?

Ex

- EJ

South Africa!

I recently went on a YSES challenge, trip to South Africa, naturally there was a lot of inspiration, and here a two of the poems i wrote. Comment if you want to say anything! :)


Another Fire
Theres a unburning log pile in front of me
fresh for a new night, shaved from a unsuspecting tree.
the heat of the sun domineers the opening,
beating last nights eating flames, by more than three.
This roaring far off orb,
has sent the humans away, and is free,
to blare down on the hot grainy sand.

Last nights roaring heat had another philosophy,
one to bring people together,
warm the weary cooling sand,
and offer a welcoming, if trembling hand.

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The Mountains of Moholoholo
The sun blares on their skin,
they seem red, green, brown,
none of them a twin,
all different, their crevases,
a flaw or a shelf.
Nothing is ever a kin,
to the random beauty of nature itself.

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-EJ

Memories

I never wanted to leave
But there will come a day of end.
I wanted to retrieve
The Memories of our days again.
This tangled web we weave
Will once be frowned upon.
And Left we'll be to grieve,
Our memories, wished to be gone.

Ex


- EJ