Evening Walk

My trainers have many stories
Compiled on long walks
Every step being a discovery
People, things, truths

A woman hisses into a phone
Dogs totter in absolute joy
A hippie shows off his swagger
Some men sprint to catch the bus
A cyclist whizzes by in silence
Ladies chat, carrying large bags

The sun sets behind the gates
Of a stadium, eerily empty
Of voices, faces, and cheers
I love the rays peeking through

Kids on skates, proudly
Leave me and the world behind
No shame in being happy
I love their loud cries of joy

People walking to stay fit
Under the fading lights
Of the endless golden sky
Ah, the sound of determined footsteps

As the evening melts into night
And noises die down, mostly
Some hard feelings I sense
Eyes that don’t meet mine
Or anyone else’s, faces downcast
Worried, tired, angry, resigned

Hope the miles can soothe them
Take away their fatigue
Absorb that sea of urgent steps
Make them slow down, relax
And get them home to think
Rest, rejuvenate, or just sleep

I walk past them all, quickly
Observing, then dismissing
No time to spend thinking
I have my own goals to keep
I shall return tomorrow, though
After a good night’s sleep

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The Diary in the Attic

Within a pile of pages
Lies hidden, forgotten,
The story of my life
My best and worst years
Truths, hopes, fears
The ones who knew it are gone
But they only saw parts of it
Never the full picture
I forget why I wrote
Perhaps, in confession
Maybe I went unheard for long
Or was scared to share myself
Yes, I was hard to understand
But I found it harder to talk
I was, probably
Too deep to bother digging
Too twisted to unravel
I gave up trying to connect
And they gave up on me
Too soon, and that hurt
I withered away in misery
Anyway, I wrote
At length, for someday
Someone else might
Sneak up to an attic to hide
And find in me a friend
My words a solace
My experiences a lesson
For I have things to say
About what I never did
But should have, could have
To survive and thrive
I could be a confidante
I think I will be, soon
Footsteps like thunder
A teenager in agony
Barges into dusty emptiness
Restless, furious, hurt
And thankfully, alone
I was her, once, but
She must not become me
A master hand waves
And my book falls open
It’s time to start.

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Flight Mode

Taking off into Stratosphere
Free from turbulence
My airplane soars
I have banished interference

Taking control in my hands
Free from cacophony
My airplane soars
I have a delightful epiphany

Flight mode
I’m on flight mode
I have tuned out the noise
Severed my earthly ties

Tension, expectation, suffocation
I have switched off the commotion
And set myself free

Taking a joyride in the clouds
Long overdue
My airplane roars
In a sea of soothing blue

Taking pride in the rhythm
An engine testing heights
My airplane roars
I have found new sights

Flight mode
I’m on flight mode
I have tuned out the noise
Severed my earthly ties

Deception, dejection, explanation
I have abandoned civilization
And set myself free

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No Apologies

Love the way you love yourself
No apologies
You know you have it
Magic
Cast your spells
Just by walking past

Love the way you walk
Talk, without saying a word
Saying things to me I can’t believe
I imagined or heard

You are the kind of mystery
I can never make sense of
I am happy to float on my cloud
While you laugh it off

Love the way you love yourself
No apologies
You know you have it
Enigma
Charm my heart
Just by walking past

Love the way you stand
Quiet, in a world of your own
Reigning over a kingdom
I have never known

You are the kind of prize
I dream of winning
I am going to earn you
Or I will die, trying

Love the way you love yourself
No apologies
You know you have it
My soul
You claimed it
Just by walking past

Love

“Why?”
He stopped pacing and looked at her as if she’d just asked him to count every leaf on every tree in the Old Place. “Because… you’re you.” ― Anne Bishop

P.S. Song recommendation. Sia – Salted Wound

A Promise to Myself

Is the morning numb, or is it just me,
Simply lost in a mist of melancholy,
Beneath a canopy of “I understand”

Must I grin and meet my day? Yes, but
I know the truth for what it is, I am
Missing your music in my ears, already

Silence clasps my palms for a while,
A lil’ apologetic, for having to fill in
For someone that took words away

You gave me a hug of promises plenty
A tender kiss that said so much, so soon
I stood there waving at you, and then

The tears that waited so far, patient,
Slipped down, and I wiped every trace
Of overwhelming and blinding fright

My lips sealed themselves shut, lest I
Should do the stupid thing, and scream
That I just cannot stay away, OH NO!

I tell myself instead, a day will come
When this emptiness gives up on me
To make way, for your homecoming

And then I will show them all, I will,
These lingering sighs and everyone
That their time is up, loud and clear

That you are mine, and you are here
That we were in love, and we still are
Until then, dear, I promise, I will wait

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The Old Man’s Advice

I feel your eyes on me
My wrinkled skin
My walking stick
My bent back
My silver hair
Let them not fool you
Into thinking I’m just an old man
Lonely and lost, waiting to die
Wondering how life went by
Blabbering away to himself
About the ravages of time
Uncertain of the future, unsure of the past
You may be guessing how long I’ll last
Even I do that, to amuse myself at times
When I’m not teaching my grandkids their rhymes
But trust me when I tell you
Kid, I’ve had the best times
A missus whom I loved
God, she loved me back!
Smart children I raised
For that I always felt blessed!
Grew up with siblings in a happy home
And now they won’t leave me alone!
I breathed the fresh air of those days
Got by very well without the rat race
Never ever did a thing to lose face
Oh yes, I’m in a happy place
So don’t be fooled by the shrivelled exterior
I for sure won’t be dying poor
Kid, take a leaf from my old book
It is at yourself you ought to look
Run along, and fare thee well
Go write a story you’ll be proud to tell

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Park Bench

Come and sit with me
On our park bench
We can laugh together
Watch the hills with each other
Nobody for miles
Only the sun, the breeze, and us
Silence in such a place
Will still feel good
Carve, with fingertips
Our names into the wood
Let us claim it together
So comforting
This old park bench
Let the world pass us by
There is no rush
We have nowhere to be
This spot has set us free
It has seen things
Heard the thoughts of many
Young, old, they all come
And whisper their secrets
Into this park bench
And so shall we
Listen to the woods
Birds, and dogs in the distance
Fellow bench warmer,
Let us be star gazers
Rule breakers
Happy lovers
Or simply
Best friends
On this glorious day
In this beautiful garden
Come and sit with me
On our park bench

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Wanderlust

Blistering feet
Sunburnt skin
Stinging eyes
Chapped lips
They will all be healed
Once you drink from the spring
Of wanderlust

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Black Beauty

Boast of your shine
Twinkling star
But for me,
You wouldn’t be seen
Let alone praised, for
I am the opaque black of the night
It is I that makes you look bright

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Bring Back the Days

Bring back the days
When every stolen kiss
Was a secret exchanged between our lips
Every soft touch
An assurance that you were there for me
Every goodbye
But a promise that you would rush home to me
And each step you took
Would bring you even closer to me
When every leaf and flower
Was an excuse to thank life for wonders

Bring back the days
When we danced all night
To passionate tunes in our hearts
When we laughed together
At private jokes none could understand
When we thought aloud
At once and the words were the same
When every bit of silence
Was our toast to sweet nothings
When holding my hand
Was most natural for you to do

Oh bring back the days
For I miss them really bad
Don’t you understand?
You were the one treasure I had
The sole reason I could be glad
I miss you real bad
Bring back the days, please
Bring them back to me
Before my voice dies out
Hear me, please
Bring back the days

If they were meant to be mine alone
Bring them back to me

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