I wish you were dead.

I was your own

Your own blood.

I was from you, 

And I was your daughter.

You never saw that.

Power and Sex

Money and Position

Mistakes that stuck

Stabs to the family.

You never saw that.

You woke me up

Dead of the night

Phantom of darkness

One blow and Another,

My every tear

I paid for mistakes 

I never made

You never saw that.

I was you own, 

You never saw me as one

You wanted me gone,

For every night you are alive

I now wish you were dead.

Darkest of Nights

When I Close my eyes

and Pull upon a long lost day dream

In the Darkest of Nights

As the coldest draft of wind 

Grazes my face,

You whisper my name.

As I lie in your arms,

A perfect Fit.

The smell of your hair

The washed in Deo and Sweat.

I bathe in the moon light,

Naked to the soul,

With your hands by mine.

The Stars twinkle at us,

Sworn to our common secret.

In the Darkest of the nights,

In the whisper of my eye lashes,

Your name,

Your face.

Us.

The First Dance

                                          She smiled at him.
                            For the first time, him, her husband.
                                He looked deep into her eyes.

"My wife", he whispered, "I love you"

A shiver went up her spine.

Her soul held a breath.

He pulled her closer,

Guiding her to the centre.

All eyes on them.

One two and three,

Together they danced,

Mister and Missus.

For the very first time.

He held a hand, one to her hip,

Brushed her lips, small peck.

They turned and smiled to the faces.

He was hers.

She was his.

Fear.

Do you know what fear is ?

I do.

It is when you close your eyes

As the blow comes down on you.

It is when you stumble down in pain

When the next one comes.

                       

Your head spins about.

You know he's not done yet.

I look at his eyes.

I see my face, in fear.

I see his face,

I see no fear.

The wronged, the innocent.

Objectification of fear.

Held inside social coils,

Devoid of escape.

Some days I close my eyes, 

Open them back again in fear,

See him standing above me,

Slap.

Somedays I lock my doors, 

crawl into the quilt.

The rattle of the door knobs.

Fear.

And then he whispered into my ears.

There was the crowd, The smoke, and the divine smells of the temple.

And then his fingers found mine,

He looked mischievously adorable

He had the twinkle in his eye

He whispered ever so Softly,

I love you.

I skipped , And my heart swooned.

And I was speechless.

And I swooned again

-Swoon-

And then he held me safe, As the crowd pushed along.

And just when I thought it was complete,

He leaned in and with the kiss of a whisper

"I love you"

And it was complete.

More than just complete.

I may be a dumbarse, I may not know how to tell it right back to you,

No I just dunno.

I may not tell it to you, But I love you.

And everytime, And always, I swoon :)

And I smile now.

You make me feel complete.

And I am your dumb arse. :)

Daddy's Little Girl.

Dear dad.

Once upon a time there was a little girl...

The father's little girl.

He carried her around everywhere.

Drove her in his bike

Bought her chocolates flowers and games.

He hugged her and made her feel safe.

I love you my lil princess he said.

Pink yellow blue and white

Flowers and frocks

Holidays and piggy back rides.

She used to feel safe

She looked up to her big daddy

It was a long time ago

I wanna be like daddy she used to tell everyone.

The days ran by,

she was no longer just a lil girl

daddy's little girl was no longer in his shell

the distances grew and sparks flew ahead.

Spitting fire and Hitting words

Blood and bones.

Scars and wounds.

Just as it happened was it over

He was back again with the smile

But,She searched for reasons

She looked for clues,

Everywhere

Leaving no stones unturned

and then it came

As she stumbled on it.

A secret sworn to a friend.

A secret that changed the life.

Battles and banishes.

He was no longer who she looked upto.

Shame came her when she remembered she wanted to be like him

Nay.

Not in this life.

Distances became greater than the bridges length

Regret?

Nay,

Disappointed words and thoughts haunt,

The memories of the past,

are merely a shadow of happy and yearning tears.

Today-Cheesomantic.

Dear Diary,
Today was beautiful, and that was because of You.
Home is where we belong, and that's you,
Perfection, is an Illusion ,
But Warmth of the illusion isn't.
'Twas You
'Twas Me.
'Twas We.
'Twas us.
'Twas simple, and Happy.
There was too much cheese in the popcorn, or maybe so were we, Chees-o-mantically awesome and way to good looking to be wasted, period.
Damn you :)
Dear diary, maybe you are lucky, because I am telling you first, or maybe I am lucky.
But, 'Twas warm, and lovely.
Maybe I should have done more justice to the post, But Nay, I am too happy and wasted from the happiness, that I rather cling on to that than make a literary excursion.
And now , I finally sleep, with peace, and a smile and a stupid grin in pasted to my face.