A Blue Bouquet

The coldness outside is only thickening due to the darkness approaching, put on your scarf poor child for your on your own. * There were times when the sun would set and the drinks would roll.  The drugs would be plentiful and the fun would be had, the fun between us but most importantly with those few close.  I could see those winter nights held together made by the creator for he by chance gave the second shots of his love and labour, but now so quickly as it came its been taken away.  A mistake on which cant be tamed by the high, for each of us is to blame.  It was a ball bouncing into each others court, it may be funny but the truth is not to blame.  My hand was dealt a long time ago, I cant change it nor would I dream it.  To change me, lesser my values and my dreams and most importantly myself would be a mistake of my up bringing, I couldn't help but fall...

The dark days are looming ever so close and while I ponder the depths of my mind I cant help but ask the question, Is it too soon? While I come to terms with the new found attitude I so slowly embrace, I'm forced to question the path of which I've traveled down ever so quickly. Its brought me to this home, this new place away from the family. Brought me up a level and made me achieve more, made me bind every so closely to an unlikely few, but as I take these steps I do honestly look back and question the shattered past of which I came from. I cant help but think about the attitude of the present whilst thinking back to the past. Although I said before there are no similarities and I do not compare but I do worry that this some how holds back the steps in which progress is made and if so, how can that be changed? Truth be told I wouldn't go back to the metaphorical streets in which loved b...

The tranquillity I felt that day now a far cry from the nose they make around me. Those trees so big almost an escape from reality, almost a fairy tale while we sat turned into each other, whispering sweet nothing in our ears all the while the birds sat high above and watched the tales of romance unfold. Those days seem so far beyond my knowledge, they seem a far cry from the world we rejoice in today. The romance is gone, the coldness of each other is a burden on the mind, while the new seems to scary to share. Things will change, maybe the fact I dipped into the old scared the man who doesn't believe, believe this is real, life is real and the unforgiving soul that hides didn't and won't be all that I am, they must be ashamed of there actions. The only question I'm left with is now that the tables have turned can the force be too much to bare and if that answer is a yes how much of myself am I going go lose? Time ultimately holds the key is this powerless...

Gone, just like that. It took me to an awful place, the writing besides its soul so clear for it was me. She had no say, she had no voice, her body fractured between the minds of love and life, the dwellings on this soul so burnt into the tree's they walk down by. Its nice to know they can never see this place, the room upon the landing, so dark for the mourning is on going despite the fun below. I've set fire to the soul, watched it collapse and be slightly frightened at what has been reborn. I saw that photo of you, I didn't know it but I could see it. The change of a being so wild and so freely changed for its welcoming into the world was by me. I guess we need to venture into the world and play in the play ground, so vast and so much to explore, so much more then me. Time will go backwards despite the promise. The battle wages on inside, but the truth may never come out, for they all know it. A break to recoup the mind, rest the legs and arms and take a t...

While the wind blows the trees and the rain soaks the ground, I can only dream of the fall and the monumental change. I've always found September to be a month of sheer cleansing, out with the old in with the new. But recently my shattered mind has discovered the problems faced before me. I may never sit there and sip my warm coffee while I light up a cigarette, begrudging the tales you so fondly speak off, begrudging the life you worked so hard for. We can't for now and maybe we never will, but I'm happy with the pigeon who flys between both gasping for air as the punches roll. Thinking back to it now, it's the lack of the past that's made me axle into the present without hindsight, made me not question this new found single status, not question the company I call friends and not question the path I've traveled down. I know what's expected of him, I know what's right for her, for she will feel it the most. The big D will return, turning thei...