writing stories

writing stories


fireside by which she's seated

and she's rocking in poppa's old chair 

with its comforting aroma of woodsmoke and whiskey

her fingers fret over nylon strings

and she hums a new melody that seems 

somehow familiar as she sings of love and of passion and things

riverside by which he's seated

and he's rocking on an old wooden chair

as woodsmoke drifts aimlessly in the breeze

his fingers strumming a vintage guitar

humming a new melody that seems

somehow familiar as he sings of love and passion and things

unexpectedly their two hearts collide in a crowded room

and somewhere, shrouded in mystery

ink flows upon the gloom of an empty page

forming ethereal patterns on an ancient parchment 

for the very first time they engage

their lips part with words

they converse 

each tells the other that less is said than is heard

and playful spirits tug of war somewhere outside this earth

slender fingers entwine as eyes grow tired 

and each feels a burning desire 

to know the other yet more

for surely this one day is not enough 

lest the other might another love

and heavenly languages continue to scribe

the joy of two dancing spirits 

time after time

turning page after page alive with yearning

as finally hearts and bodies converge

and marriage vows emerge upon yet another empty page 

and tempting me somewhere farther away 

so as not to unsettle the motion

of this most beautiful of days

their book is scarcely begun tho stories continue to unfold

one day to their childrens wide eyed children to be told 

late at night around a campfire with a familiar melody playing 

on old nylon strings as music fills the air and young love sings

and whilst woodsmoke keeps them warm out there

spirits write another chapter of this dear couples book

dare come and have a closer look 

unravel those beautiful mysteries within


For Ruth and Ian with love on their wedding day 23/07/2011


copyright lwm 2011

Where are you?

Where are you?

I could've said I'm sorry

Perhaps a preamble to soften the palette

Yet no sooner shall it be raised to my lips

than I stumble, stutter and trip

and in the end I never say it at all

I miss how things used to be

how easy it seemed when I loved you like no other

and despite the insistent whispering of all these unsaid words

I couldn't have known the dangers of leaving them unheard

I never uttered a single one yet you were like a brother to me

You are my best friend, and my worst enemy

Recklessly I impart the withheld words I’ve clung to so long!

Be still and behold the pain you're imbuing

just stop for a minute and look what you're doing

I don't want to do this but I can't help myself

and now I want to be alone

I wish I could understand

but the hourglass sand is emptied and unspoken

words now stronger, I let go and contain them no longer

God help me

I'm losing my grasp on the leash of my tongue

words spew out like poisoned darts and you're stung

SAY IT!

Now you’re gone

© LWM 2010

Inspired by 'Unsaid Words', 2010 by Sarah J Trigg

www.triggereditions.com

Phrases in italics are taken from the list of unsaid words from the unsaid words art project. 

Thinking in Ink

Thinking in Ink

Could someone write a verse, or could someone write a song,

would you conjure my imagination from hiding where lonesome hearts belong

you may use poetic defamation to invoke but don't provoke me to my face

just revoke these words of silence and I'll reveal my hiding place...

We will then together imagine all the words long gone!

Oh would you write for me a song?

or would you write for me verse?

Solitude sometimes simply

just reflects whatever it heard

And it seems ten thousand years have passed

since someone wrote for me

So I'm losing, its confusing and I can't really see

Blink before I ink my quill

Memories are so distant look so still

in desperation words flow not freely

but in condemnation drip from quill to floor

lost forever,

forever?

then surely will I write no more.

copyright lwm 2007

barefeet dance

barefeet dance

sunbeams scatter autumn leaves

and shadows fall shimmering down

softly humming among the trees

where dragonflies are found

walk with me, come play and dance

whisper wildly in the breeze

rustling carpet amber and green

sleep deep where just the forest sees

would you a passionate melody sing

where only birds have ever sung

would you a prayer of colour bring

before the sunset has begun....

*hugs close*

for you write a melody that no one else can play

would you sing the world a lullaby and please don't go away

your enchanted fingers cause ivories to dance

and i'm already falling before you pass a single glance

captivated this is sacred and does your heart

does it resonate with mine, am I blind or,

or do I see you just in time?

and for all the sadness, all the dances, all the colours

for all the sunsets, all the beauty,

all the melancholy madness

wont you find me in your sadness

tell me beautiful

tell me God

will the sunrise

will the sunrise

over you again?

who brought the cup

the cup of sadness to your table?

how come your pretty eyes shed so many tears?

is your heart not made of gold?

i can search till i am old

but will the rainbows run away...

refracting coloured sorrows

can i follow can i say

can i say just how beautiful you are

can i say just how wonderful you are

you are fearfully, wonderfully made...

your words are engraved so deeply on my soul

your picture painted so vivid on my heart

i feel lost when you are gone

like a verse without a song

and im sorry, i was wrong

can i tell you, dare i say but i'm afraid

and maybe its too late i ought not to contemplate

any longer ill just say that i long for you every day

you are where my treasure is, my desire

my heart can be found right there

and baby i love you

i love you

*plants a kiss on the prettiest lips*

your barefeet run on dewy grass

and pirouette on broken glass

barefeet walk and hold my hand

and barefeet tire in sinking sand

seduced by eyes of deepest green

surely what is seen has been

reflections speak of future peace

yet tears run rivers that shall not cease

and so you write a melody that noone else can play

i see you dancing freely of a lonesome autumn day

i see you pirouette, right there among the trees

singing, lovely, barefoot, upon a bed of fallen leaves

copyright lwm 2005

fine lines

fine lines

eyelids fall gently tired beautiful

and reopen slowly

smoky sorrows drift in reflective patterns

casting a mystery of shadows across your face

could there be a place

behind your eyes

a line somewhere in space

where the heart doesnt lie

and the spirit never cries

would it be possible to fathom

what might become of these cascading visions

cigarrette burns right down and one last breath remains

should i cross the line?

who can say or know for surely this has not been revealed

tripping turning stumbling

dancing free and tears wash away the smoke from my eyes

the line we tread is perfectly formed

and absolutely defined

but once breached is never returned

its burned into my mind

tread the smouldering end into the tar

yearning for something more

barefeet burn

eyesight flickers

and tired weary hands fall by my side

cannot cross over now

these obstacles won over me

had i won or lost

you'd never know the cost

and smoky ashes drift around the dying embers of my hearts desire

copyright lwm 2005

mother

mother 

where flowers dont have time

their petals do not fall

brush your hand over mine

and there the scent of roses

will close over us like a veil

can it ever be fathomed

a mothers love

will it ever be known

the sadness she bears

was there ever a love like this

and dont i know

just a little

and cant i see

just a little

a fragment borrowed

from a stained glasss picture

shattered by a thousand sorrows

do i shed tears

that dont belong to me?

do i weep and cry?

oh how i long for us to see

come and walk until

the mountains meet the clouds

and lakes are found so still

so desperate is my plea

that the silence of the earth

haunts my ears

how can it be

there is a place somewhere

and there will come an hour

where sorrows are laid to rest

and that beautiful picture once lost

is again restored to what is was

and for all the lonesome hours

where kisses and tears were lost

you'll find a thousand flowers

and love without a cost

copyright lwm 2005

dancing dawn

dancing dawn

ghostly figures dance
on the soft grass of the morn
and their shimmering elegant chants
write the music of the dawn

so rise and come with me
before the sun drives them away
and you'll find a distant memory
writes the story of today

what is this faerytale?
and can we be a part
where is this faerytale
and where oh where does it start

so run with me through the morning mist
where ghostly figures play
for you and i will not be missed
we'll be home by break of day

what is this faerytale?
just dance with me, come dance
for its the children of the dawn
on the soft grass of the morn

copyright lwm 2005

for my good friend Joy who writes the most beautiful music...

drifting visions

you look so lovely in the rain
where tears are washed away
and the faintest hint of a smile can be seen
amongst the beams of light
the rainbow makes its way
and seem like youve never seen such beauty
like you'll never see again

for that dancing vibrant life you live
carries all the colour of creation
and it makes me smile and it makes me laugh
for through all the tears in the pouring rain
it cannot be constrained

and then i see you laugh
before you even knew you would
a laugh like the world was still young
perhaps not yet begun
tell me


tell me
where does your life come from?
who made you so beautifully?
tell me of your spirit of your dreams
of where you go and what it means

your vision seems so vivid to me now
and rose petals just keep on falling
where rose petals always would
where deepest hues and lonesome blues
are painting life alone
i notice that youre still weaving love
in that tapestry of life unknown

copyright lwm 2004

for wehakeyda

do u wonda y u do the way u do

an do u wonda y u dont say wot u dont say

do u wonda if wot ur finkin

will eva make u sane

do u wonda y i do the way i do

do u wonda y i dont say wot i dont say

do u wonda wot im finkin

if ill eva look ur way?

do u throw ur fistz at that clock on the wall

an wonda wotz the meanin

wotz da meanin 2 it all?

do u stare at thoze 3 handz

that twist u round and round

do u stare and wonda y

az they push u underground

do u wish u had the answerz to ur questionz?

do u wish u had the questionz to ur answerz?

do u question ur answerz to the questionz u dont no?

iz it spinnin round ur mind

iz wot?

do u no? do i no?

do u even care anymore?

iz it all messed up

do u wanna smash it up

do u wanna let it go

do u wanna be alone?

do u feel like no1'z there

do u think that no1 carez?

do u wish that they could see

that u sit there an u bleed

probabli not.

fed up 

cut up, 

messed up,

screwed up, 

hacked up, 

burnt up, 

and sick of it all?????

u dont let them see cuz they wont understand

but come sit close to me an ill hold ur hands

an i will sit wiv u an watch the world go by

i will tell u of a better place

where ur no longer in a cage

but free to be who u might not even no that u r

but sum1 so beautiful who needz to be free

an tell u that u might... might one day

escape from it all to a better realiti

dont try an escape to fantasi

but pleaze dont go leavin this earth wivout me

cuz u r to me more than u no

and it'd kill me if u go

ur more than u no

created... wonderfulli... fearfulli...

dont u realize how speshl u r?

copyright lwm 2002

faeri heart

*tearz roll down lost boyz cheek an splashiz in2 da sea*

lookin at life thro colourblind i'z

do u not see

the reason that im cryin babi

r ur tears blurrin ur vision?

look at your heart babi

look an ull c an incision

an itz cut so deep 

this iz not an illusion

an itz bleedin so bad

an itz that wot makin me sad

i neva seen a heart like this...

do u not see

the reason that im cryin babi

itz not that uve hurt me

me in my saphire light fantasy

ur hurten an babi im cryin

im cryin cuz i love u an itz weird

cuz ur pain iz mine 2

so dont look me in the eye 

cuz then ull see me cry

*wipez hiz i'z an clearz hiz mind...*

do u realize that 2 u i was drawn 

drawn to a beauti so softli 

by a meloncholie i used to call my own?

can i call u faerie? 

do i c wot u r? 

can i call u sweetheart?

i see solitude and beauti

i see a blood red sunset thro a hurricane sky

this iz wot i see through the tearz in my eyez

an tell me if im wrong, an tell me if i lie

i dont pretend to undastand

i dont pretend to have the answa

but ill hold ur faeri handz

an i will love u eva afta... 

i see a faerie in a cage

in a cage wivout a door

i see a faerie in a cage

sittin crosslegged on the floor

i see a faeri in a cage

with her head in her handz

i see a beautiful faerie 

wiv a meloncholie stare

wonderin wot she did rong

an how she got in there

will u go ova in ur mind 

ova a thousand timez

will u go ova in ur mind?

how did u ended up in here....

will u weep, will u shout an will u scream

did u shake the barz an kick the wallz

do u throw faerie dust at it all

have u prayed an have u cryed an have u wish that u might die?

xx

i c an incision in a faerie heart 

itz cut so deep,

an itz cut so bad,

that nufin on dis earth can eva make it beta

who did u this rong

who built a cage wivout a door around a faerie so forlorn....

y they wud lock up a preshus faerie?? an for what????

wen a faeri shud be free

to fly away 2 nevaland

wiv a heart that duznt bleed

an who kan fix this faerie heart

an who set u apart

an who kan right this wrong

thatz bin hauntin u so long?

who on this fallen earth kan open this cage wivout a door wivout a key

who can get u out babi? 

who can get u out an let u go an set u free?

an even if they get u out, who kan fix ur beautifel heart?

ur beautiful heart which i love...

*lookz for the perfect flowa so he kan paint faeri a pikture...*

do u no my heart?? and the love that it haz 4 u?

faeri ur da most precious gift i eva wuz given an i will treasure u 4eva babi...

*lost boy putz hiz hand on faeriez lil heart*

i can onli slow the bleedin, but tiz a mortal wound....

iz there a love for the loveless?

or hope for the hopeless?

iz there a point to the pointless?

or worth to the worthless

mirror mirror on the wall...

who iz the loneliest of them all?

who wud put a value on their own life if they dint even care?

who wud tell me this... iz there any colour in that meloncholik stare?

tell me, tell me pleaze...

y duz noone answa....

*putz hiz head in hiz handz an weepz 4 hiz hurtend faerie*

wait....

dont make a sound....

u may find wise wordz in a whispa....

fixated

this is why

itz fixated in my mind

ghostly tears

that make no sound

you have to remember i cant breathe anymore

though i've said this before

i hit the ground

softly because they dont exist

except in my illusion

within this dungeon

locked inside what i cried.

would i talk to a stranger

i am a stranger to myself

would i walk into danger

i am a danger to myself

look at the way my heart iz beating

in this blackness i call my own.

Dont look at me lest i waver

i dont wanna be seen

Please leave me be (cant you see)

please let me go (dont you know)

i wanna be on my own

in this shadow of my former self

Together then we can run

through the eerie archway

of the blackened rainbow

charred by the fire of the nation

And escape, please let me get out,

dont want no gold

then what about, your touch

you'll find me lost in your beauty (yeah)

you'll find me throwin your stone (your stone)

back in the sea

from whence it came.

Your own ideoligy

my-own-stone

copyright lwm 2001