"Grains of Truth in Words" (Entry 415)

The words you utter

Are multitude minute grains,

Sand spat at me, 

To hit cell and blood stream. 

Deluge of grit, grate and sear,

Through my body, soul and mind. 

Until it pounds upon my chest,

The flames of your true meaning scath,

Turns heart to glass, 

Which you shatter. 

To you - no matter. 

No thought or apology 

Of the pieces you've left of me. 

You carry on without care,

While I can never repair.

"Silver Ring" (Entry 361)

It shone out in the moonlight.

Sparkling silver, circle bright. 

A shimmering ring,

She knew what it meant, but why?

She didn't expect it, this night

To turn out this way, not right. 

She howled in anguish,

Knowing every word was a lie. 

It meant that all they'd had done was deceit 

Crying out, her world crashed at her feet.

The silver ring, she found in the forest. 

Broke her heart, she wanted to die. 

To a noise behind, she span round

Raised her head high and stood her ground,

As her tears turned to anger. 

He stepped forward with smile, so wry. 

"So, I've caught you" he said in victorious gloat. 

As in-human snarl rose in her throat. 

"You can't step over the silver circle. This ring that we made. 

Can you, werewolf? Don't deny!"

"The Sigh. The Tear." (Entry 327)

She heard his sigh

Before he woke her. 

That deep regret and 

Bitter disappointment, 

All said

Without goodbye. 

Her teardrop fell,

Once he left her. 

It held her heartbreak 

And devastation 

A million words 

Could never tell.

"For You To Find" (Entry 310)

What was mine 

Was always yours. 

You knew that, 

If only you'd looked inside. 

I was yours to find. 

Easier than delving into a boiled egg,

Only thin shelled - never thick skinned. 

No tricky tongs or paring knives needed. 

Just me on the menu. 

Always yours to find. 

Always there, in the now. 

A present in the present.

If you'd ripped open the tissue paper

Of your own deceit and lies,

I was still there to find. 

You didn't want the trouble,

Too much effort, too much bother.

All deep breaths and sighs. 

Always something more important to do,

But I waited for you to find. 

I even pulled back the covers,

but still you didn't want to discover. 

I wasn't Everest or North Pole cold. 

Just ready for you to behold. 

No map needed for you to find. 

What is mine

Is mine. 

You never took the time

To find,

What could have been.

"At the Last Moment" (Entry 301)

He heard the rattle,
cloaked by blooded choke,
as distant as the rumbling of the rail road tracks
as the 9:36 train passed.
The last way outta here.
End of the line.
Destination nowhere.
Please tell me it's not over?

He knew it was his sound.
His last breath.
His time. This time.
The last beat of his heart shuddered
as the air escaped from ruptured lungs.

Screaming. A woman.
His woman screamed.
The same woman that nagged him
to get away from 'them damn people!'
She said they'd be the death of him.
She was right, of course.

The bullet struck fast,
no warning - no argument.
It wasn't even his shit,
that caused this.
One of his had taken one of theirs.
It was only right they took it back.
Wasn't it?

An eye for an eye.
Fight the gang fight.
The code - for those without morality.
His life for their honour.
Respect.
Over what?

He couldn't even remember.
All becoming a dream.
His life the nightmare.
Something about territory
and white powder.
Lots of it.
All seems stupid now.
Doesn't it?

Something a man with a wife and a
child
shouldn't be messed up with.
Child!
His baby.
He would never hold his son in his arms again.
Never see him grow.
Never stop him from making the mistakes he made.
That's what a dad was meant to do.
Wasn't it?

In that moment between the last heartbeat and what's next.
He cried.
He cried for a change to change his ways,
to be a better father and husband.
A chance to be a good man.
Then... the moment ended.
He was gone.
A shame.
Isn't it?

"Hiding It Away" (Entry 240)

Most people display it proudly
for all the world to see.
Or wear it for admiring glances.
Isn't that the way to be?
Though, she keeps hers in a box
locked beneath the stairs.
They are her dreams and wishes
guarded by despair.

"Lies Collected" (Entry 205)

He tried to cover his lies
with garbled tales and barefaced sighs.
But she found out, one by one,
hidden in drawers of what he'd become.
She never said a word as she collected,
gathered and found her neglected.
Ammunition piled against his deception.
Lies and the truth now in her collection.