Anthology of short poems

Walking a fine line between lost and loved.

Dancing on the edge of a fine toothed comb, edges sparkling with enticement.

To be all consuming; to erupt with the sheer force of a volcano. Alive.

Abundance echoing in the minds of the ordinary.

He was the light. The spark in the dark thoughts of my mind. His presence illuminating every corner of my being, creeping into the cracks and crevasses long formed. Shedding light on the madness. Without him there is darkness. With him, hope.

I fell in love with the idea. The picturesque setting sketched into my mind of another time in which ladies wore dresses and danced along starlight to the letters written by lovers afar.

Nostalgia; the all consuming weight of my heart as if plummets six feet underground trying to breath, clawing for life.

One thought turns to two and two into four and there I am standing trapped in the jungle gym of my own imagination unable to find a foothold in reality.

To be the light in ones eyes when they think of their future.

I want to break free from the pragmatic society and drift into an endless tunnel of dreams.

I’m broken. Pretending to be whole whilst everyday my mind stretches to the extremes. Every motion cracking the surface; crevasses forming, creating gaps in who I once was.