Red Dressed Soul

 

red dress

You travel down the spiral staircase that

leads you into the depths of your soul.

Where there are no lanterns,

no candles,

no control.

Why do you do this to yourself?

You’re slipping away

But you want to stay

And all your ghosts and shadows

Trail after you wherever you go.

Untouchable and fading,

where has your thunder gone?

The crashing lightning,

the explosions, the fights and

the fireworks.

Your out-of-tune songs.

But I won’t forget you.

You were the red dressed soul

with a heart full of passion,

A belly full of laughter.

You kept your love in your pockets

and emotions in your heart.

Words were scribbles under your skin

and naturally flowed from your fingers

You were a traveller, a dreamer

A wanderer, barefoot and hair-free

stealing chimneys with yellow feelings

Searching for the green.

 

I promise,

I will find you,

Wherever you go.

New To Self Love, Love Yourself.

So you’re new to feeling in love?
Tell me how you feel, is it thrilling?
Do you feel butterflies? Are you feeling alive?
Are you warm? Is your mind occupied?
You’re ready for the ride, whichever road it takes.
Your so far from the well-talked about heart break.
You’re feeling young and beautiful and vulnerable
and you’re smiling with that hot red flush
on your cheeks, a bounce in your step
as you feel the adrenaline rush.
So you’re new to feeling in love? You’ve got
all the symptoms but before you hold forever,
grab on to the little moments to build yourself
a picture. You’re new to feeling in love?
With yourself – blow your mind a kiss, give your heart a hug.

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Will

Dear Will,

I know who you are. You may stand there looking calm and quiet, observant. Your hands may be warm and your eyes green as the breathing forest but, I know you deeper than that gentle surface. I feel your electricity in your nerves. I feel that awkward, rigid spine of yours, when you meet strangers and people you aren’t comfortable with. Those hands that you patiently keep hidden in your pockets, tremble slightly. Your heart beats so fast – as if it is trying to claw out of that web of anxiety in your chest. Your lungs are drums but all this weakness keep you strong, alert, you’re always alert. I know who you are – I have love for you – for the way you never show your restless fears. The way they never overwhelm your mind. 

Your mind always sees clearly. 

Soil warriors always work independently. They never cross paths. They never talk to one another. But Will and Aleena were different. They knew the forest better than anyone. They found themselves on a cross path. In the lost green lake they found each other – as their broken canoe sunk to the bottom, they clung onto the broken tree trunk, covered in moss, it jutted out from the middle of the lake. A baby, thin tree growing on the broken. They laughed like they had never laughed before. Wholeheartedly. Large sounds of joy and relief escaping their throats from their stomachs. They found home in each other’s eyes.

 

 

 

Ashen

Dear Ashen, 

Aleena will always be my solid ground and you will always be my earthquake.

Aleena remembered the time when she was little and she had watched Ashen mercilessly smash a rock over a snake’s head until it lay lifeless, then she had picked it up and tied it around her waist. The blood dripping from the crushed skull onto her bare feet. She looked up and noticed Aleena watching and she smiled sweetly.

“Do you like my belt?” She had asked.  That was when Aleena should have realised that Ashen would destroy anyone and anything in her way that would stop her from getting what she wanted.

Ashen was not made to look after things. Everywhere she went she broke things, not always on purpose but she was clumsy, she had tried looking after things… A kitten, a bird, a plant but nothing survived. Nothing thrived under her watchful gaze. At that time her heart was still big, open and warm so she mourned over everything she lost. When she broke something it cracked her heart too, until her heart was unable to hold grief for long. Until the day she flattened a moth on her wall. Then breaking things, killing things, became an obsession.

 

An Empire For You

Who will stop your castles from falling?
When will you realise who I am?
You push past me in the rush of life.
Just stop for a moment. 
Stop and breathe. 
Listen to the sound in your battered lungs.
I dare you to find your universe - in my eyes.
All you ever wanted was a little beauty to call your own.
To quench your thirst. 
But you're tired and want to go home. 
You're weeping now - because. You. Can't. Find. Home.

I said I would build you an empire, didn't I?
There may be thieves and there'll always be liars
wearing the disguise of story-tellers and lovers - 
but it'll be worth it when you feel your heart
ALIVE - like passionate fires.
I COULD LOVE YOU like all of the lost skies
that bowed down against the ground
before they were allowed to rise. 

You Are The Different Kind

 

 

So what, if they don’t understand

The way you think differently,

or the way your soul expands

so that you feel things deeply.

 

There’s those dreams, remember?

Grow them in soil, set them in stone.

Stand amongst the stars again

so that you never feel alone.

 

Don’t you dare collapse now.

I feel those trembling knees

as you inhale – the way the world

forgot how to breathe.

 

~Bee