Poetry Blog by kayberley
In the wanting, in the waiting, in the never that comes between
Distances rolls like waves between us
Pulling us closes and drawing us apart.
Words cramp in my mouth, my tongue thickens
If, if, if, want, want, want, need, need, need.
You cannot hear me, I cannot speak
In the head
A thousands scenes play out
Hand touching hand
Minds reach out
Monday 30th April 2012 9:54 pm
Save your energy for another day
add your tears to another year.
At the edge of the dance floor
hoping to catch
the dream that they sold in little paper bags.
Swirled into existence
a promise and kiss
a murmur of sadness
perhaps fading into bliss.
Stop still, the room vibrates
sweat dries, lights go up.
Friday 13th April 2012 9:27 am
Do not try to tame the shrew
or question his parentage
with derision or spite.
There is no need to subjugate the sexes.
These are not my words but words of history
designed to condemn, rank and despise.
Without system we can be one
a powerful union of mind and spirit.
Polar strengths draw together and rise up
saving energy for a true f...
Friday 13th April 2012 9:14 am
Alone does not hurt or brutalise
Alone does not drink beer and sing
Alone does not leave socks on the floor
Alone does not make me overdrawn
Alone does not run the risk of something broken
Alone does not make promises
Alone does not make me weep
Alone does not tell me what to think
Alone does not think it's all ok
Alone does not keep score
Alone sound alr...
Tuesday 31st January 2012 7:54 pm
When all is said and done
I think my motives were pure.
I did it for you didn't I?
To keep you safe and to keep you here.
Months and years past,
and here you remained.
Cut of from that part I could never fulfil
He hated me of that I am sure.
In passing I ceased to care
my burning focus to keep you safe.
I wonder still what it cost,
Monday 16th January 2012 10:49 pm
If you are old and I am young
will it matter upon the rising of the son?
After 30 noone asks, the tasks of children are all in hand
Duties are met and obligations fulfilled
neatness descends and orders our days
Time is the marching band to which we yield.
If I am old and you are young
Will they stop and stare
Will I be carded at the fair?
Beds unmade a...
Sunday 8th January 2012 11:03 am
Tired of being told I'll never learn
that I like to make it harder
pain is a magnet
it gives feeling.
Torturous pin pricks remind me I'm alive
each word, each curse
a verification, a validation
Tangles of self-hate creep around my thighs
gripping my waist to take hold
sucking me in...
to a forbidden mourning.
Tuesday 13th September 2011 10:44 pm
Gotta give her a kick
Maybe this time it'll stick
Get it through that thick skull
Foot pulled back, Impact hard.
Bones can heal and strength rebuilds
Minds can be filled
But hearts remain broken
Blows traded and scars faded
The words got through eventually
Tuesday 13th September 2011 8:53 pm
Its all so new and exciting the power to say what I think
a secret smile
a knowing glance
a hand not quite touching
Will it be enough
will it carry through
Can it last til the sun sets
and then rise anew
Those answers are not for you or I
but for now I writhe and feel voluptuous at your touch
sparkling we glow, setting the world alight
Sunday 10th July 2011 10:10 am
Will you now ask me
what it was that I wanted
all those years ago?
Will you now listen
to an answer so sadly told?
Will you be receptive
to a river of change?
The response a no
resolute and resounding
through our empty home.
The result, desertion
recrimination, anger and pain.
Th Catalyst now runs freely and without f...
Sunday 10th July 2011 10:09 am