Short-LivedShort-Lived.Has it got to take a sudden death of a loved one.For us to realise how fickle and unpredictable life is.Despite our best efforts to delude and cowardly run.We may share our lives with others but we are destined to be divided.Life and death are both a part of a mutual consented sum.Money will come and go but we all know what the fixed price is.So although you may think the worst is yet to come.No matter the occasion whether it beDifficult Distasteful Distressing
Life Without SamsonLife without SamsonAs I lie in front of the granite casingCanonized by the sight of the one I loveLonging for his tender touch, to be in his reach againI often smell the distinctive scent of his uniformSurround myself with his garmentsBut only when he's not aroundWhen he's around I must appear to be strong and stableThe constant questions of innocence and ignorance are impossible to answerBut he doesn't understand and I hope he never willLife must continue and progressI must now be his granite casingTo shield him from the bitterness and harshness of realityBut who will protect and support me?Who is there to caress and look after me?Who do I lean on and run to?The granite casing can only do so muchBut yet here I lie against it stillEven after all this timeHoping to find strengthkela lewis-morin
To Fall In LoveTo fall in loveFalling an uncontrollable forceFalling in to the unknownFalling in to a trap.Is falling a choiceOr must you allow yourself to fall.Despite the consequences,Internal and external scars.We fall in hope someone will catch us.Protect us from the concrete jungle that is life.There is no guarantee you will be caught forever.We only hope for this outcome,Falling with your eyes closed;To block out realityTo block out the fear;To block out the truth.Fall with one eye openWith a parachute,Equipped with full body armour.Is the risk really worth it?All good things come to an endSo why begin the journey?Falling in to a certified trap whereThe only guarantee is pain.Love is a transitory state.Kela lewis-morin
L.O.V.E.L.O.V.E.It swallows you whole,Exceeds your control.Apprehends your soul,Until it has taken its toll.It’s an overwhelming feeling.That is made to be appealingAnd you can’t help revealing,The doubts you are concealing.It’s an undefined dimpleAnd a well known jingle.But only when you are singleDoes it all seem so simple.It is one of life’s many gifts,That empowers and upliftsAnd can lead you adrift.Should you miss your shift.It is impossible to describe it.It is impossible to fight it.Because once it is ignitedAnd once you have tried it.It will take your independence.You will become used to its presence.You will become addicted to its essenceAnd include it at the end of your every sentence.It exists even in the hearts of its haters.It is a taste even they will savourAnd although its duration wavers.There will never be a feeling that is greater.It is...Everything I have said and more.I am merely repeating what you already know.Tears o
PartingParting'Grieve not, nor speak of me with tears, but laugh and talk as if I were beside you'
Overshadowed by a mass of dark clothed figures.I lie dormant.A discoloured winged beast looms on to my wooden chest.I remain serene.Devout anointed words are uttered to comfort the whimpers.I wait inertly.The approving earth begins to proximate and crumble.I continue to rest in harmonious tranquillity.'WHY?? WHY??? Why couldn't you have taken me instead',The teary distraught maternal architect uncontrollably bellows.All of nature is subdued.My inanimate heart smiles.For I know this is not the end.Keep me alive in your memories my loved ones and friends.On an unchartered date we will all descend.And life will resume again.Kela lewis-morin
Only MeWhat would it feel like,To just disappear.You wouldn't know,If you just weren't here.There is no feeling,Because you can't feel.You can't interpret.You just aren't real.It's so lonely here,Where you used to be.I look around,But it's only me.
Singing From the Same Hymn.Singing From the Same Hymn.They’ll never knowAnd we won’t hold it against them.It’s not like they oweIt to us to make us feel like menAnd women that are destined for greater things.They have a higher purpose and calling.It is they who have a bigger say in the world we live in.Yes our lives may be predictable and boring.But we have all in some way earned our positions.In this life there are followers and then there are leaders,And it’s the leaders that make those cut throat decisions.Just like in school, you have the underachievers and the divas.They have abilities and talents that are deemed usefulAnd it doesn’t matter whether they are dishonest or truthful.Because we will still look and depend on them regardlessAnd the routines we enact everyday are ordinary and far lessInteresting, glamorous or meaningful.That’s why we need them to be on a pedestal.They can never know what its like,To be so close to the lime light.Waiting to se
Home AloneHome Alone.Everything becomes so much more dark and sinister whenever you are alone.You're constantly on guard and overcautious just to answer your mobile phone.Any slight disturbance or eerie creak and you begin to panic.Retreating back into your secure settee conjuring up the most dramaticScenarios that have virtually no possibility of ever occurring.But that never seems to stop the cogs from continuously turning.You fasten all the windows and arm yourself with kitchen based artillery.And man your position surveying the living room as if you were a member of the military.Increasing the volume on your television set to distract and block out the noises.The local neighbors walk past your window but you class them as unfamiliar voices.You can't help but be on edge until you have some sort of company.But these common trains of thoughts are expected and customary.I thought the same until I heard this one story about a girl called Anne.She was in a similar situation; she was
A Pure Love ExchangeA Pure Love ExchangeShe leers at me with her cerulean apertures.The faintest uncongealed tear materialized.Biting her chromatic nails recently manicured,Her attempted dirty look at me becomes sanitized.The awkward moment persists,My mouth opens but the sounds are suspended.Her essence is impossible to resist.This is not what she expected.My feelings for her are undeniable.She has chosen me as her worthy consortBut she questions whether I am reliable.In this instance I am not swift with a retort.Forced to reveal my fragility,I postpone our wantonly gaze.Cigarettes and floral scents invade the vicinity.My mind is secured in a vacant daze.My hand reaches for hers desperately,Her hand wraps round my tactile index finger.I whisper in her ear adulate words relentlessly.A fountain descends of which I unintentionally triggered.I embrace her entire anatomy,My lips converge with her forehead.She looks up at me emphatically.She has finally been courted.Kela lewis-morin
MomentsMomentsGo with the momentThe moment you think about what your doingThe moment is lostThat moment could make your dayA revised cherished memory of that momentCould make smile for a momentEven if the moment doesn't go the way you intendedBe grateful for the moment even occurringThat particular moment could lead on to other thingsThe moment is what you make of itWe all have our good and bad momentsYou can even pick the good moments out of the badIn fact lets just take a momentJust to think about all those momentsThat has made us who we are todayBecause of that moment I met the one I loveBecause of that moment I got that promotionBecause of that moment I realised how much my family mean to meBecause of that moment I learnt never to cheat againBecause of that moment I am alive todayKela lewis-morin
I'm TryingI'm Trying.What more do you want from me?Can't you see I'm trying my hardest?I'm trying to make something of myself.I know nothing is promised and I may not be the fastest.I know my attempts have not resulted in any form of wealth.What more can I do to prove to you that this is what I want?I can see you are finding it difficult to get past this.You think there is more I can do to help myself.You can see that I'm struggling; I never tried to mask this.I want you to understand that this is something I must do for myself.But all that I will ask for you is,I hope that one day you will believe in me.Believe in everything that I am trying to accomplish.You don't have to necessarily agree with me.But I promise that one day both you and the world will be astonished.And on that day hopefully you will be able to see the drive in me.Hopefully you will be able to see the fight in me.Hopefully you will see the person that I am trying to be...come.And all I will want you to say is
MemoriesMemoriesPeering out the window and a thought suddenly appears.What if all I knew and once had was to disappear
People evaporated, memories faded,Pictures turn fuzzy and dis-coloured not even shaded.Friend's turn in to strangers families become forgotten.Fantasies erased, sweet dreams become rotten.Them spontaneous events cancelled and never scheduled to show.All them feelings of love, loss, passion and despair that i will never know.As I continue to stare another thought arises.Remembering all I have done, all those good times and those wild surprises.People that I have loved, the memories cherished.I remember people who entered my life and those who have perished.The laughs shared the fights that broke out.The arguments that occur that now I couldn't even tell you what they were about.The love and friendships made and those heartfelt words shared.Letting that person know what they mean to you and finding out how much they really care.As I peer through the window
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