if i could change a thoughtand have clarity transparent like a brook i would think for me. if i could
a silhouette shawled in titanium with footsteps soft as silk. a graceless poise pierces the back promising a land of
When the sight glazed across the journey, the lips let out a prayer so swift like the years of the
building hands bristled and bruised turns heaviness into light and the ugly tears streaming from the broken but beautiful hearts
When emotions are excessive and the mind cannot cope. Close the eyes and imagine each strand. Dangling like chandelier pieces.
The shards of bottles and debris on the road sinks into the bare feet. The crimson liquid trickles upward. The
When the voice was stolen and she could sing no more, the frown formed and the lines found solace on
Before deciding to walk in her shoes let her show you her feet. The callous blisters tarnished by the stones
As the television transmits the news unable to peel the callous layers of her mind. She owns a seared conscience
A rainbow formed after the raindrops and the sunlight kissed the vapour. Melting the chaos and illuminating the future. A
I am collecting all the thank you I have ever received. I’m gathering them up to burn it and have
What do you say to me? When you’re done selling broken dreams? Whilst tears fall down my cheeks like bitter
Imagine a garden An elusive garden. You walk past the willow tree It reflects your silenced state. Yet you do
A seed seeking sunlight swells and sweats. Through its seed coat. Shooting taproot in the soil. Submerged it pokes its
A droplet of despair Dripping from once-dried tear ducts. Flowing frequently A flimsy attempt to hold them Piece it together
Peace stood still like a tree Asking the wind to call all nations both bond and free. A valley of
Sunset and sunrise can be as beautiful as hellos and goodbyes. At each instance, it doesn’t matter if your heart
Speech tangled in tone. A vivid sociolect. Culture chants deeply.
A soft scent soothes us, Through healing in its aura. A therapy tale.
When the moonlight reflects a mirage Wait for the sun to say it’s an illusion. Don’t rely on the mind
A song of poison spewed on the silent lips. She gathered it and let it salsa on her tongue. Then
I expected the earth to shift And oceans to be set adrift. At the spark of our lips Under this
Like a peacock spreading its feathers, I span out my feelings. Like hands holding each other, I long for this
Look at my glass house but don’t throw stones For sticks and stones may break my home. This fragile abode
I am abstract. So you’d need to extract, What I mean with songs, paintings, words and emotions. My mind works
I will not be able to calm the storm Nor promise you that I’d walk on water. Yet if you
At a cross way with a cold chorus, Promise was left to be pious. On the right hand of promise
The world has felt your wrath before. We felt your violent shake and your ravenous storm. We give new names
I say it with her. I say it for her. Then I let her say it with and for herself.
An unjustifiable criteria Determined by a crooked line Spewed out to split the equator into two. I’ve heard the names
Take me to the river To wade by the water in the winter moonlight. In the depths of the river
I looked into her eyes and smiled. But what could smiling prove. When I could see me in her eyes.
My mind is awake My mouth is numb. My soul a lake, I’m deaf and dumb. My mind is awake.
Lost. In the deep sea of my own desire. In the fortitude of peace my soul longs to retire. Hope
Dreams soar high on the mountain top. Holding onto hope so it never drops. Liberty flowing in harmony with the
A dream is a living legacy which cannot be killed by death. Transcends emancipation. It transcends liberty. In fact, it
Stage one is characterised by fear. The entity that floats to a mind. Inviting itself in and out like a
Why live in denial? When you could be free. Why live in denial? When you could just let situations be.
Denial is saying yes when you mean no. Whilst the choice rests with you. The choice lies peacefully as you
We sit on benches As the words in my throat clenches Some on the field. Where daisies and dandelions
I know even though I don’t live on the estate. Devolution is the politician’s word for recreate… Rebrand and make
Defying the estate stereotype, Jack decided to be the perfect prototype. He went to university. Just to face employment adversity.
Our people are broken; But what would happen if the community had spoken? If it had said we are here
I remember putting so much effort into childhood and youth. For I perceived it as the core of my root.
I rested calmly by the sea shore. Content with where I am I dare not ask for more. Until the day I was picked up from the beach floor. To skid upon the water like one, two, three and four. So I discovered life anew.
The Elements By Hannah Williams© What is beneath the soil? Is it gold? Is it minerals? Is it oil?
Men are from Mars. Women are from Venus. So who lives on earth? Men are from Mars. Women are from
A grain in the Sahara is me. Take a handful to see. That I am distinct. But me and the
A city where dreams can be snatched. Even when your ambition is matched. Your dreams mean nothing in the city.
I walk by Aylestone meadow. Where birds sing and the tree’s follow. The woodland’s air I breathe The canal bed
At this hour I learnt to weep silently. Sitting in the silence. Speaking with my darkness. My remedy for a
I wore moodiness as a dress. With a matching headband called stress, My handbag conceals my emotions which are a
I know there is love within me. I know its there but others cannot see. For this love is
I’m a lonely ocean. Kissing the shore. Moving with its motions. Longing for more. I’m a lonely ocean. Looking for