The Alliance

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , on 02/02/2019 by GeoSolus

She took a band of gold
And placed it on her skin
Wished for sweet forever
To the high notes of a hymn

A song for all those lovebirds
With a light spring in their step
Hope bursting in their hearts
And a promise to be kept

But time saw the gold vanish
And sorrow in the song
A discord in the romance
A fissure in the strong

Hope soon turned cold
As hunger slowly grew
And love no longer felt
That she could remain true

So she took some printed paper
And placed it in her heart
Crisp, new and shiny
The promise fell apart

And time saw her youth vanish
Like a dead fish in the sun
Dried out and fading slowly
Still wishing for the one

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01/02/19

Posted in Diary on 01/02/2019 by GeoSolus

Being creative can take you places that may bring a certain instability on a mental and sometimes physical level. The creative mind needs to venture where others dare not go and know when to leave where others would rather dwell.
The secret to holding yourself together is to have a well grounded life outside of your creations. Personally I recommend a simple and straight forward life as it allows your thoughts to drift wherever the tale goes without finding yourself lost in it. So choose your entourage well and always be honest with them and yourself.

A Letter

Posted in Writing with tags , , on 31/01/2019 by GeoSolus

Dear stranger,

There is tragedy in my eyes. It has all been too much. The cracks are spewing out the remnants of my emotions and the process is not without pain. I have no idea where to go to from here. I have hoped and I have battled but life doesn’t want me nor does it want to let me go. I am trapped in a hell that is not of my construction and I ask of you one favour: Do not try to release me but learn from my requiem. Walk with nature and breathe as it is the only hope you can give me.

Sincerely,

Charlie

Blunt

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , , on 27/01/2019 by GeoSolus

The edge dulled
Too many battles
That last conversation
Proved fatal
The end bypassed
By some strange
Twist of fate
We had a moment
That no longer relates
And I dive
In to this hopelessness
Hoping it concludes

Never mind
It doesn’t matter
It’s past
It’s gone
But not as gone
As I am

Saddle Up

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , , on 25/01/2019 by GeoSolus

He’s dangerous
So they say
He’s going to get you
Thinking
When you should really pray
For reality
Is not what it seems
The truth hurts
More
Than floating in a dream

His touch
Will taint
The tips of his fingers
Will paint
An image of your desires
And the fire
Lit
Will consume your nights
Your daze
Will graze
In the pastures
Of who you really are

404

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , , on 23/01/2019 by GeoSolus

Little Miss
Takes
A gain for again
Sometimes for fun
Sometimes for friends
This luxury needs
A counting
Of woes
Defining acts
Like murderous blows
The victims
Silenced
By forces unseen
Their glorious gore
A feast for a queen
Who bathes in the blood
And the sweat
And the tears
Of those who gave all
In their most tender years
And they lay
In the dark
In the cold
Out of sight
As little Miss takes
A bow for the lights

The Line

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , on 16/01/2019 by GeoSolus

Why do we wait
With hopes held up
By fading memories

I wish I knew
For I wished away
The last of those feelings

Yet they persist
Their thrill long gone
They’re taunting

My senses perceive
The lack of relief
Waiting for all to pass