Ritual Cleaning : Day 82 #100daysofwriting

Cold
Crisp
Clean
Wrinkled
Washed
White
Sheets without dreams
Beaten out
Churned
Rinsed away
Awaiting
Warmth
Tussled dream kicks
Reluctant sleepy heads
Late night conversation
And kitten feet

His Guitar : Day 56 #100daysofwriting

He plays his guitar
Like a natural
Like breathing
With a lazy rhythm
Fingers in slow motion
Weaving colours
Bursting into imagination
He plays in a way
That makes me want to paint
Big swirls of colour
With both hands
Makes me want to dance
Naked under pine trees
Makes me want to sing
Secret songs of summertime
He bites his lip
In concentration
Maybe to hold back
The explosions of genius
Intense concentration
Across his brow
Belies the lazy rhythm
Paint, pine, song
Swirl before my eyes
The tempo picks up
Carrying me away
The lazy strumming
Beats like birds wings
Against my heart
Breath catches
Music swirls

Instafun

Shed : Day 54 #100daysofwriting

I gave up
On you
On us
Today
Shed my role
As fool
As lover
Hollow warnings
Ring cold
You said
" You love more"
But look
How easily I turn
Love into surgery
I snip away
Sever
Remove
Throw away
Look how easily
I throw my hands
Into the air
And shed you
Like a skin outgrown
I boil
I steam
I puff away

Tiptoe : Day 49 #100daysofwriting

Feet arched
Heels up
Simmering across the floor
On balls of feet
Toes splayed
Why do you bother?
You know I'm not asleep
You know the sound
The rhythm of my breathing
The aggression
I snap an eyelid open
Peering into your soul
Say what you must boy
My slumber is imperative.

Cactus : Day 41 #100daysofwriting

Elbows on the table
Jaw in my hands
The dull ache
Breaks my thoughts
Someone
Across the room
Shifts uncomfortably
Released from my gaze
My out-of-my-mind gaze
A dull ache thumps
From my belly
My heart
I crack my jaw
I click my neck
Slow circles to release
The pressure
The ache
The tension
I drum my fingers
Against my empty glass
The table
My temples
I shake my head
Imagining my thoughts
Falling out of my ears
And on to the table
Then you'd know
The source of the ache
The tension
The apprehension
The denied expectation
"Why did you come here?"

Hey Girl : Day 40 #100daysofwriting

Hey girl
With the sun in her eyes
Leaves in her hair
Laughter in her lungs
Twirling under the arches
Making waves that pulse
With music and song
Fingers trail over stone made warm
Moss clings to cracks
Water steals from hidden springs
Hey girl
With giggles in her cheeks
Wind in her ears
Stolen moments in her heart

Finalization - a poem for S : Day 36 #100daysofwriting

Finalization
The word bores into me
Like hungry beetles
A realization
Of our finality
The end
Pens scrape
And I'm free of you
Memories are pebbles
In my shoes
The ache of roads walked
In vain
The petals of love
Understanding
Friendship
Crushed by the rocks
You flung
No more of you
Of us
To be endured
Final
Closed
Done

Take Me Down : Day 31 #100daysofwriting

Take me down to the river
Where you first declared your love
Take me down to the river
Where you washed away my tears
Take me down to the river
Where you showed me your heart
Take me down to the river
Down to the river
The river
Where you slowly rowed away.

Lip Service : Day 26 #100daysofwriting

Crack
A smile
A joke
Red lips part
Skew teeth
Lipstick smudge
Like awkward blood
On your pointy tooth

Break
A grin
A heart
Thin lips twist
Venom drips
Teeth bite
Like locked doors
Hiding your dirty secret

Smash
A lie
A promise
Chapped lips smack
Tiny scars
Riddles unsolved
Like boulders crash
Through all my dreams

Searching : Day 16 #100daysofwriting

I look for you
In memories
In dreams
In dangerous ally ways of my mind
You haunt
You tease
You descend
Only to leave

I thought tonight
As I drove through
Darkened suburbs
Lazy love songs in my ears
I thought I saw you
A glimpse of you
In the distance
You languished
Lazy in the doorway
Of a 24 hour Pick 'n Pay
I searched the aisles
Grabbing at clues
Pieces of you
Humdrum demands
Still pounding in my head
Buzzing on my phone
I left clutching my clues

Back in the road
You promise to meet me at home
I search for you
But neighbours shout
And you flee
I'm left with my melting clue
My ice cream
And a packet of biscuits

**** I feel the poem ends here but I still want to explain - I'm in need of rest, relief, happiness, peace. I'm exhausted and run down. I'm emotionally low. I feel like I'm searching for my happy. That's what this poem is about. Feeling lost.

A pause before waking - Day 10 #100daysofwriting

I float
In limbo
Between waking
And dream
Pulled back
By sound
That smell
Does the sun have a smell?
Summer time skin
Dry mouth
I crunch
The sleep from my eyes
Breaking the spell
Limbs stretch
Hands fumble
Time
Have I wasted
A chunk of day
An opportunity
Am I late
Lazy
Sleep crunches
Skin itches
Limbs stretch
Reality seeps
Dreams confuse.

Crash. - Day 2 #100daysofwriting

Crawling up my bonnet
Boots crunch
Gravel against glass
Face up
Back down
Scream out
Rain pelts down
Soaking me to my soul
Wet dissolves fabric
Flesh to metal
Freezing
Shivering
Screaming
The sky is a horrible colour
Drained of love
Drained of purpose
Stars are hidden
Rain falls
Face up
Back down
Screaming
On the top of my lungs
Top of my car
The edge of my world
My mind
My tether
Missing you isn't even it
I loathe you
My blood screams
I want you
I hate you
I need you
Both comforter and executioner
Crawling
Screaming
Soaking
Lying
Words pound
Worlds crash
Blood screams
Boots crunch
Rain pours

Red.White.Grey. #100creativedays Day 75

"The girl
Bites her lip
Nervous
A pinprick of red
Breaches tired skin
Worn from word
Rough kisses
And the occasional lie.

The girl
Taps her nails
Anxious
A fleck of white
Cracks shiny enamel
Torn by teeth
Hard labour
And the regular scrape

The girl
Twirls her hair
Frightened
A stripe of grey
Betrays youthful curls
Wet from rain
Cold snow
And the endless tears."

Sharon Paine 06.07.2014

Elle #100creativedays Day 66

"I wrote his name
On a leaf
And dropped it down the well

I wrote your name
On my heart
And down that hole I fell

You wrote your name
On my skin
And your pride began to swell

You wrote her name
On your heart
And I wailed like a bell."

Sharon Paine 27.06.2014

Dark & Stormy #100creativedays Day 64

"I'm huddled
Hidden
In the dark.

Straining
My eyes
I just make out the outlines
Of my fingers
Silly little fingers
That used to weave
Between your fingers
That used to weave
Stories in the air
Dreams for us
Silly little fingers

Why did I shout?
And stamp
my silly little feet?
Tears rolling down my cheeks
Heart tearing to pieces
Watching you shrug
And leave

Cheeks smeared with tears
Cheeks that you used to stroke
A heart stopped
My heart used to hammer in my chest
All I feel now is a hollow ache
As I think of
My silly little fingers
Weaving stories in the air"

Sharon Paine 25.06.2014

Poem of sorts #100creativedays Day 53

"Writer's block
Could be a cheese
Or chocolate
But it isn't really a block
At all
Now is it?
Maybe I'm suppressing
Something
Everything
A need
To scream
To be heard
To hide
To avoid
I wish I could just
Tell you
I've had enough
I'm tired
I don't want this
Whatever this is
Anymore
No more
I want to be free
You wrap
Tangle
Tentacles
Around me
Strangle me
Squash
My very creativity
I do not want this
This poison
Wrapped in a gift
A lie
I do not want this
Obligation
This trick
This suffocation
This weight
These tangling tentacles.
No more"

Sharon Paine 14.06.14

Used To Be #100creativedays Day 36

"You used to be
so familiar to me,
Your voice
Your smell
The way you
twist your mouth
The way you
touch the back of your neck
when you're nervous
The way you
Say my name
The way you walk
So suave walking towards me
And almost funny
Walking away
How passionate you get over a new theory
How you tease me
The way you tap your fingers against your mug
The way shirts drape over your shoulders
Your hands
Your ears
Your heartbeat"

Sharon Paine 28.05.2014

The Winter Wait #100creativedays Day 16

"Fingers bent like hooks
Rigid against damp fabric
Frozen with cold
Twisted with resentment

Eyes stare like blades
Half shut against rain
Moist with self-pity
Hard with anger

Legs clamped like vices
Shivering against icy wind
Postured in defiance
Stiff with entitlement"

Sharon Paine 08.05.2014

Yes, this is absolutely about me having to wait twenty minutes for The Squire to fetch me from the station this evening! My car is very dead and I, princess of all things, has had to resort to public transport! The horror!

Silly Yoga Rhyme #100creativedays Day 13

"One breath
Up we go
Release it and down
Like so

Muscles stretch
And tension goes
And through my body
Love flows"

Yeah I finally got back on the yoga wagon and maaaan did it feel good. I could feel the stress melt away and a peace come over me :)