Tripping forward into the solar array

I don’t know how many words there are,
in the world today.
I know I can’t find the ones I want.

I can’t describe the feeling,
that is sitting in my stomach.
I know that I would like to.

I can’t describe your sparkling eyes,
your bright smile.
I know I wish I could.

I can’t imagine what life would be like,
without you there to talk to.
I know I don’t want to know.

But really I should be more positive.

I know there are loads of words out there,
But none that fit quite right.

I can and will keep trying though,
to explain how you look in my sight.

The feeling down in the pit my stomach,
a dull, gnawing rot.

Has probably got a lot to do with hunger,
I’ll find something to hit the spot.

But seriously though,

I do rather enjoy spending time with you,
and all the laughter and joy you cause.

I am glad to have you as my friend.

But I shall keep searching for the words.

To try and show my gratitude.

I know so very many words, their meanings and what they do,
I guess all I can think of right now,
Is the ever trusty and heartfelt,
Thank you.

A possibly fictitious king rides out to see,
The maiden of the mist, the bringer of his kingdom,
Searching for days, finding no comfort in myth,
As now he rests in the stories of legend.

A very real girl begins her travels,
Riding the great metal birds through the sky,
Finding answers and questions, foreign in language,
‘Till her return, bringing joy and delight.

Awesome grey creatures, capable of art,
But also have in their minds destruction,
Hunted for what they unwillingly posses,
Still loved for what they are.

Constructed a while ago, layer upon layer,
Her eyes seem to follow you across the room,
Part of a mystery, Templar’s and forgery,
Just pretty bloody awesome to see.

I love this sun burnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of rugged mountain ranges,
Of beer and prawn juice stains.

The country where I want to be,
Pony trekking or camping, or watching TV.
Snack lunch in the hall,
It is without a doubt the country for me.

So smile then frustrated face,
look on with laughter at what you have done.
Do not be saddened by what has transpired,
Just remember that you had some fun.

But seriously.

Walking, jogging, running away, leaving a life far behind.

Running, cycling, driving towards the future that’s on your mind.

What have you left to have come this far?
What do you still have in store?

When shadows are friends and people are empty, what do you think you will find?

There is no reason to hide on your own,
Pain and misery are not good companions.

At least Rose or Rory had some kind of input,
You should know, that they won’t give you that.

Go for your life, now, run while you can, for it won’t be too long till you’re crawling.
Lift up your head my dear, no need to emote, wipe those glistening droplets from your rosy cheek.

Smile.
Make those brilliant blue eyes sparkle, blush like a 14 year old girl holding hands.
Treasure the life that you have been living.

I know I have.

When pain for me is the ink, over thinking is the chink in my armour.
It’s just what I do.

I shameless quote to start a poem, but that’s all that I have in my head.
Stolen from a song about love and being together but really right now I’m dead.

My mind is a forest, teeming with life, but as yet still has untrodden paths, paths that I either cannot or will not bear to be scuffed and eroded.

So while my process of thought and acceptance of the experience of life will continue to continue I am unhappy with it.
So I will relax and allow my writing to flow like the proverbial verbal river that has been held back by a sub-par dam.

Mountains of incredible nature, wind sweeping the vast heights that has never had eyes set upon it, cannot compete with the beauty of your smile.

The smile that is akin to the sunrise over the Arctic, melting the ice of anyone’s heart that sees it.
Your laugh follows quickly behind like the thunder of a spark of lightning, it is not booming or scary but a simple but incredible follow on that cannot be replicated by some trick.

I’m not entirely sure who I’m describing, but I wish for them to know, that this can describe anybody, whom they think this of.

So as big-headed as this will sound but quote me if you will and use this to your advantage, for I as of yet have no soul to force my metaphors on.

Things change like a butterfly emerging, what once was there is now not. However, metamorphesis is required for things to advance and so while I have spouted a whole load of rubbish I promise to come up with something more substantial in the future.

There’s a weight over me today, something I have to say, I just don’t know what it is yet.

Yo,
Writemeafuckingsonnet, what’s up? You seem kind of depressed and you said you needed a cuddle and a friend. I don’t think I can do a cuddle but I can be a friend.

I was wondering if you wanted or needed to talk I’m right here. I have msn or skype or tagged, whatever you want. If you need, just say.

I don’t even know this girls name,
she’s a friend of a friend.

She went to the hospital,
for some reason or another.

Turns out she has a tumour,
right on the brain.

I found out last night,
like a kick in the chest.

I don’t even know who this girl is,
I know she’s a friend of a friend.

I will pray for this girl,
with all the faith I possess.

Because not knowing this girl,
makes it that much worse.

Knowing a friend is hurting sucks,
but not being able to help is worse.

So I pray that this girl,
this friend of a friend.

I pray she’ll get through alright,
not for me or for her.

But for her friend, my mate.

I can’t see what anybody sees in anyone but I can see it in You.

The smile that crosses your face when you see a sunrise,
still makes my heart skip a beat.

The giggle that escapes when an ant tickles your arm
the scream that erupts when it tickles your feet.

I know there is so much more to describe,
but of my eloquent words there are few.

Now there is nothing else for me to say except,
You are beautiful as You.

I’ve seen cars that have faces,
I’ve seen sentences with spaces,
But I’ve never seen people of this calibre.

I’ve seen Men walking on the moon,
I’ve seen dunkards stumbling round at noon.
But I’ve never seen people of this calibre.

I’ve seen stars up in space,
I’ve seen dancers move with grace.
But I’ve never seen people of this calibre.

Until I set foot in that hotel room,
bombarded with strange looks and faces.
It wasn’t quite what I was expecting,
But slowly we took paces.

I’ve seen lives change in a season,
I’ve seen people work with a reason.
Now I’ve seen people of this calibre.

As the sunlight glitters with an uncertain light.
While the trees wave in the suddenly violent breeze.
The curtains shift slowly with a influence of walking.
While the intensity of the evening grows on.

The moonlight glows softly through the upstairs window.
The music plays as a background to moments of wonder.
The moments give way to an exclamation of error.
Leaving the fortress of the heart in tatters.

So on we jog in to the morrow,
Forgiving, forgetting and dealing with junk.

Knowing that while nothing ever really ends,
I’ll always have this little pile of gunk.