Friday, March 27, 2015

fuchsia nights

fuchsia lights on soft young skin
every lonely man's dream
stare of a strangers desire
softened by the before drink
dressing like a dreamgirl
candy smiles for rooms of alcohol angels
with haloes of stale smoke
beauty arrives then disappears
like a ghost

she's new at this dance
the swivel, the sway
that was created for men's pleasure
her accomplishment is to make them
feel special
she wants to be liked
but the bills on the table at home
won't wait

her old friends vanished
with the means to reach for
the educated kind of glory
while her dreams are earned
on a small space budget of a slim string

she checks out
to a summer long ago
forgotten by the love who left
her behind
and now her body sings in rhythm
as heated eyes lust for the girl
beneath fuchsia lights

she smiles
she's theirs for a thought

Monday, March 23, 2015

summer romance

fire caught the words in my throat
as I rested in your arms my angel man
we drifted in suspense
our hearts loud like thunder
yet we were cocooned in comforters
of bliss
and words were an unwelcome diversion
in our own heaven
I was lost in the scent, the feel of you
my eden,  happy oblivion
contour of your hand in mine
your lips were divine
summer air wafted as roses boiled
in the summer sun

no repeat

you spilled your records on the floor
and I spilt my hair on your shoulder
we sat like children
with music and memories
at home in the light of your
living room
belonging to that time
that space
we fell asleep on the floor
the turn table on repeat

Friday, March 20, 2015

paces

I will linger with you in your darkness
let the light from the stars bless us
and if you will pour out your soul
I will not judge
I will close my eyes and I will not
hear your imperfections and
All will be well if you choose silence
I will share my hands
entwine them to hold you safe
I won't scream, run or hate
I will not leave no matter what you say
It's up to you to share your scars
I will pace your paces
I'll walk with you until
the ugly turns to graces
until freedom erases all your
fear, all your cages
I'll stay with you , no excuses
I'll be the brick you say I am,  love
not for breaking you but
for building us

 
 

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Thursday was Broken

seems we never know what lonely is 
until the sun sets on one alone
loved your freedom so much
no one could touch it
Thursday was broken

the very thing that breaks us
is all we want to hold
the very one we hoped for
leaves us standing on our own

nights carved in gray
our patience will decay
our hands will grow numb
and we'll write letters 
the world will read
but never that one certain one

we'll dive from the sky
to prove we're alive
we'll live alone to prove
we are strong
we're always too young
to admit we are wrong

bridges are gone
and heart's have moved on
but we won't know lonely till
we sit in the sunset alone

Friday, March 13, 2015

sink

your heart was just a beat
under my jealous long sleeve
and I was looking back
but you'd already moved
past me

I'm sleeping with your memory
talking to God in cold bedrooms
there was no cure for the walls you built
you will never admit you're wrong
will you

so thanks for all the nights
I can't fall asleep
and all your indecision
you blame on me
thanks for all the pills
that numb my mind
help me to breathe
and the key you left in the back door

I found some stones for throwing
but I'll keep them as I sink
I found your courage in a cup
and your words I had to drink

I don't think you'll come back
you don't care what I think
I don't need you to know
you're the reason I'm gonna sink

just a +lyrical composition of mine

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Careful

careful
like the voice in your daydream
steady now
like the cry of a black violin
no mercy to thought
the little,  forgotten won't forgive
the ageless betrayal
be careful

careful
her beauty will sway you
and drift with you places
you never imagined
no one can save you
she's strong in  her
convictions
careful,  you won't change
her love is your heart's only
danger
don't play here

careful
he loves you
and you move him to
total
distraction
no back tracking
you are his chosen

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

familiar days

old shoes for muddy days
where the normal seems like
glass
and breaks

old jeans
torn from memories
but they know me

coats that smell like his 
cologne
photographs with borders
black and white
summer fireflies for
bedroom nightlights

summer scented
daisy chains
and old barn roofs singing 
rainy magical things

my happy truth

Monday, March 2, 2015

musing

what if all the substantial imaginings
we perceive ourselves to be turn gray
draining dreams, and the fragile soul uproots
the golden softer lights on all the
scenes we chose so well to play
Is it all just petty white noise on the street
and in our living rooms
while we are starving for something more
than what lies under pretty wrappers
tiredness starts the countdown
and we won't see the residual burden
that drains our day and leaves us
with phones in our hands
and nothing left to say
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