Temporal Lapse

As my fingers explore the ridges of your smooth back.
Dancing around the water droplets that scamper down your skin. 

My fingers become aquatinted with your yellow soaked hair. 

As I embrace you, the wet fabric flutters to the ground. 

Your lips become a capital, a lure drawing me in.
Only to evaporate in gas, mist, smog in the memory that is you. 

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Crucible

As I head up the rocky path towards,
I think to myself before I see.
What if I was wrong?
The promises I kept, the way I lived my life.
What if I was wrong?

Three words, seven letters. Yet no meaning.
I got hung up on the wrong one.
Maybe they’ll forgive me?
No else will,
Maybe they’ll forgive me?

The path is jagged and rough,
More than once I trip,
Can I stop falling?
The damage is irreparable
Can I stop falling?

As I make it to the top I give out.
His radiance transparent through my disbelief.
He is disappointed.
How much did a little faith cost?
No, this world is our domain.
I will not hang up my faults on a whim.

I will carry them like the cross they are.
As I stumble and fall on this sharp path
Will I make it?
I need not forgiveness but to forgive.
I have to make it.

This is my crucible.

 

Primary School Poetree: The Hedgehog Poem

Hedgehog, Hedgehog, come over here
Hedgehog, Hedgehog, go over there
Hedgehog, Hedgehog, use your ear
Hedgehog, Hedgehog, you have got a lot of hair.

Hedgehog, Hedgehog, up and round the corner
Hedgehog, Hedgehog, rolls into a ball
Hedgehog, Hedgehog, come and get your milk in the saucer
Hedgehog, Hedgehog, you come when I call.

Hedgehog, Hedgehog, round we go,
Hedgehog, Hedgehog, standing still on the ground
Hedgehog, Hedgehog, when a badgers comes we keep low
Hedgehog, Hedgehog, we like to see you around