Why am I a Free Spirit?

At the World
From my window,
I look with wide eyes
wondering if I would survive
a day on my own,
by myself; me alone.
They talk about Global warming,
but to me its so cold,
society is so harsh, so bitter,
I can taste the fear, in the air
not just mines,others too.
Just thinking about it, I feel lost
in a daze, or am I just trapped
in society's maze?
Am I strong?
Will I try to be right but still
end up being wrong?
I may fall, will I break?
Can I survive the mistakes I make?
Sometimes I feel afraid for myself
and of myself.
Sometimes I wish,
I was one of those stable, steady people,
who plan their way to the finish,
before they even start,who move slowly, with caution
and think with their heads
and not their hearts.
Oh, but I'm a dreamer,
a lover of music, and memories and
unexplainable things;
sunsets and flowers and shiny rings.

The Sunrise

Yellow and orange bursts of light
in the blue skies.
A blue so clear and clean and fresh-
er than powder,
The smell of morning air much sweet-
er than perfume,
The dew sprinkled flowers feel soft-
er than cream,
The scene was so beautiful I felt
like I was having a dream, but
I wasn't,it was morning,
I was dressing, infront the window,
gazing at
The Sunrise,
Yellow and orange bursts of light
in the blue skies.

Full Moon

So beautiful, so bright
your silvery glow
contrasts with the navy blue of night.
The light you shine,
your ethereal beauty;
so divine .
Why should I wish upon a star
when I could wish upon you,
you orb of shining silver
against a sky of navy blue.
N.B: I was really a Full Moon the night I wrote this poem- (29/03/10)

Statuette

I followed his hands with my eyes,
as he followed my curves with his hands,
every time we get together,
he re-creates me
I'm his muse, his art
forever a work in progress,
his source of pleasure and pain,
joy and frustration,
I'll never be perfect
and he seeks elusive perfection.
Are his eyes cold and unmoving?
or is it just my reflection?
the reflection of a statue; motionless,
but never emotionless
and when I'm lost in emotion,
I may act senseless
but never insensitive, like him, when he laughs
at my feelings;
His laugh as cold as his eyes
as bold as his lies
His feelings hidden like trained spies
Mocking mine as they walk in the open,
unaware that they were being stalked
as I talked and talked
opening myself up
making the target bigger and bigger
as he aimed at my heart
and shot.

Goodbye Kiss

Kiss me goodbye, my love
Earlier today you danced through the passages of my mind,
taunting me with your smile
thrilling me with your body,
as you often did when we were lovers
but never friends
we would better be described as enemies,
you slept with the enemy, now kiss her
Kiss me goodbye, my love
I beg you, forget me, release me,
don't ever try to get my heart back again
save me the pain, you know will come
the inevitable pain as you let me down once again
I walked into the past
and cried out in pain as I stepped on the pieces of my broken heart
pain was all you gave me, from the very start
Kiss me goodbye, my love
then stab me in the back
You always were a master
at the surprise attack
Stare into my eyes at the shock you see
no, not my shock
You fool.
I learnt to expect the worst from you
as you learnt to expect the best from me
you always got the better of me,
but not this time,
this time, the shock you see in my eyes is the reflection of the shock in yours
Kiss me goodbye, my love
Earlier today you danced through the passages of my mind
and as you danced, I painted.
Painted my lips with poison, red
You try to speak but cannot
slipping to the ground, eyes closed, dead.
Kiss me goodbye, my love.

Reflections on a poem

Dedicated to you,
my poem started
I began slowly,
then my words departed
They ran all over the page, screaming
love, mad love!
all that was in my mind was
mad passionate love
it was so consuming
my words were fuming,
happy, angry, and confused
Now as I read them over all I feel is amused.