Raised Eyebrow….

04 Friday May 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Humour, Poetry

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copyright, humour

(Tongue in cheek)

Maybe it’s a compliment,

you duplicate words I use.

Should I be happy that,

it was my lines you choose,

to replicate and mirror

and claim them for your own,

maybe it’s an accident that it

came out, like my poem?

I wonder were my words profound

and they made a mark on you?

I’m sure you’d never copy

the ramblings that I do.

Don’t get me wrong,

I’m flattered, that I inspired you,

to write a little ditty

the same way that I do,

but please try to be mindful,

and recognise the sight,

that I sign up to copyscape

to protect my copyright.

© Raised eyebrow 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Dying Days

03 Thursday May 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Poetry

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anger, death, dying, longing, love, poetry, regret, remorse

The clock is loudly ticking,

as my life ebbs away.

I wonder how I will feel,

when it becomes my day?

Will I be filled with remorse,

for things I never did?

Will I experience regret,

for things I never said?

Will I be filled with anger,

for things I didn’t do?

Because the time just slipped

away, before I even knew.

Will I think about you,

as I’m taking my last breath?

Will you even be there,

as I walk towards my death?

© Dying days 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Sun Dial (Photo credit: Khirol Amir)

Silhouettes and Soliloquies

01 Tuesday May 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Poetry

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broken, delusion, dreams, haunted, heart, heartbreak, illusion, memories, moon, nightmare, poetry, reality, shadow, shadows, silhouette, sleep, soliloquy, sun

I’m hiding in the shadows,

it’s where I long to be,

drifting into dreamscapes,

singing sad soliloquies.

I have my other life, you see?

I’ve lived it since a child;

It’s not quite real – that I know,

but I’ve lived it for a while.

The daytime is the hardest,

a cruel life chased by death;

but night time is so easy,

sleep brings immortal breath.

What’s real, what’s not?

Well who’s to say?

Each one its own delusion,

by night the moon –

by day the sun –

each life is an illusion.

Shadows play upon my mind,

ghosts welcome setting sun;

silhouettes of dreams gone by

half-lives, loves-lived, undone.

So let me go, and leave me be,

to live each night anew.

I’ll sing my sweet soliloquies,

while dreams bring me to you.

© Silhouettes and Soliloquies 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

The Eerie Cold (Photo credit: Wikipedia)