Poetry & Prose

I see the rain drip down your face.
It's like we're suspended in time and space.
I take your hand, and I tell you to run.
Don't ever look back. It ruins the fun.
We get in my police box, and then we take flight.
We fly past the stars that glimmer at night.
I'm always on the run. I don't ever look back.
You're my companion. You take my heart and mend the cracks.
I'll take you through the universe forever and ever.
I'll take you on adventures wherever, whenever.
Some beings fear me. They call me a monster,
But you know me as simply the Doctor.

Limbs on a string, dancing as they tug,
smile plastered in a grin so smug.
You sway and sing to a hypnotic tune,
dancing alone in a forsaken room.

Stillness.
The wind blows,
the water runs,
and yet nothing moves.
Everything moves.
The earth shakes,
the fire rises,
and yet nothing changes.
Everything changes.
Space glimmers,
time moves forward,
and yet nothing phases.
Everything phases.
Motion.

Saturn rings and phoenix wings,
a cloak of stardust thread.
I am queen of sand box land,
the king of heart and head.

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New beginnings from ancient ends,
the point in which the story bends
from tragedy to endless bliss,
that I might say I live for this.
Maskless face and truthful gaze
keep the flames of love ablaze.
Now I know the journey's cost,
so glad am I to've loved and lost.

If you had twenty four hours left to live,
you'd tell everyone you loved and give
them every precious second of time
and consider anything less a crime.
You'd hug your loved ones and give a kiss
and hope that you'll be sorely missed.
The secret escorts you to your grave
because you know there's nothing to save.
You'll close your eyes and say goodbye
and hope to rise up to the sky
with mournful tears and hearts to break
scattered in your heavenly wake.
They'll fight their way through grief's stages
with tear stains littering empty journal pages.
They'll wonder why you never said it before,
why you couldn't just have hugged them more.
And when they triumph over grief,
the tears will dry, or least be brief.
But most of all they'll try to fill the hole
that was once the home of your soul.
And if you could do it all again,
you'd hold them tight and try to mend
the broken parts before you die
and leave each day with spirits high.
So when you look down from above,
you'll leave no doubt that they were loved.

Green eyes blinded by the dawning sun,
blinking wetly as realisation stung.
There is no time for reckless foresakening,
no time for lies in this emerald awakening.

Basking in the warm glow of your elated radiance,
my soul longs for the touch of one embrace.

Your heart bathed with the conviction of love.
My heart is open, and naked...

Receptive to the possibilities and endearments,
Longing for the tender affections of just one woman.

Whose beauty shames the muses of antiquity.

And whose gaze peers beyond my guise...
There is no concealing my passionate sentiment.

Or is there want.
And although it is not wise,

I proclaim from every thread of my retched being,
Pity me not and bear not my fates pain.

For I am loves fool...
And forever will remain.

The first rays of dawn creep past the shades,
Illuminating the seed of every mans desire.

Golden hues beam across the silhouette
Of beauty, softly sleeping.

Each line gently accented only more
by the tender caress of the nights last rest.

So inviting a scene,
yet who would disturb such a canvas.

Only all too soon will she stir,
basked in the sun.

So sweet a sight,
what the day must hold in store...

And tomorrow,
the morning will paint anew.