Not A Poem Of Love -

I wrote this poem spontaneously whilst at work yesterday and I thought I would share it since I am impressed with how fluent it sounds considering I was half awake whilst writing this. So enjoy I guess?


NOT A POEM OF LOVE

I wonder what it feels like to be loved,
To have the comforting knowledge that someone loves me,
And my every freckle, mole, dimple, scar.
To have someone that will be there for me,
Someone that understands me and my many faces,
Someone that makes me smile and laugh 
Forgetting about everything wrong in the world.

Yet I dont have that luxury,
I am missing a piece of me
No one looks at me like I am a shining star
Bursting with color and magic.
But for the now,
I stand imperfect, among flawed kisses
And a broken heart.

- Verity Alicia Shaw

Untitled Poem

I thought I would finally share some of my writing with you since it is something I love doing and it's a huge part of my life, it is the one thing I can do which helps to calm me down when life gets a bit too much. I actually wrote this poem in the space of ten minutes (?) and I am impressed it actually makes sense but here is my untitled poem:

The passing of time is truly terrifying

Knowing that I have no control over the future

Knowing that the past will remain

And the present is constant

Wandering forwards I try to distract myself

Reading sleeping eating living

But never loving.

Loving is not something that comes easily

I forget where I am sometimes

Losing track of time and place

I feel lost all the time

Wandering the empty road of time

I like to forget

Because that is the only moment when time doesn’t matter

I have true freedom

Tranquility and it is peaceful

No need to worry about the lost words

Forgotten conversations

Future lives

And mistaken fortunes

I am scared of time

The continuous ticking of a clock

The innate thought that I must continue

But what if I want to stop.

CR: Verity A Shaw