At what point do we cross
That unforgiving line?
There’s a point on the line
Where we hand over all control
And simply wander forward,
But that point is almost
Impossible to return to
When you need to claw your way
Home.
© twotypesofink 2014
My tattoo are permanent but my writing is never finished.
17 Oct 2014 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: Addiction, Change, Home, Impossible, Line, Lost, Poetry, Point, Unforgiving
At what point do we cross
That unforgiving line?
There’s a point on the line
Where we hand over all control
And simply wander forward,
But that point is almost
Impossible to return to
When you need to claw your way
Home.
© twotypesofink 2014
02 Oct 2014 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: Change, Compass, Future, North, Past, Path, Poetry, Relationship, South, Tearing
You told me to always travel North
Never turn back,
Never regret my previous step,
I can only follow your advice
So far,
You gave me a compass
That did not point south
That could not point
To you,
© twotypesofink 2014
02 Sep 2014 2 Comments
in Poetry Tags: Chances, Change, Eyes, Future, Glass, life, Past, Poetry, Ribbon, Shadows, Story, Toll
Forget the price
You cannot live waiting
The glass is not half empty:
It’s barren,
It’s old and used
And left behind.
The ribbon has expired
Replace it,
Take the chance
Write a new story
Erase the shadows
From your eyes.
© twotypesofink 2014
20 Aug 2014 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: Change, friendship, Map, Meeting, Poetry, Rekindle, Roads, Time
Have you noticed?
The years slipping by!
I recognised their passing
But the meaning eluded me
Until I saw you,
And didn’t recognise you.
Where did that time go,
Those ideas that never reached fruition
Words exchanged on forgotten sheets
Roads diverging,
Maps redrawn,
Storms introducing havoc
Everything slipping by…
19 Aug 2014 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: Afterlife, Change, death, Final, Marching, Old, Poetry, Poor, Rich, Young
It’s not uniform
No one ‘type’ is admitted
Wealth does not buy you a ticket
Home,
Age is not a factor
Nor does gender dictate when you board.
Some trudge forward, walking canes in hand,
Some take their first ever steps here
The young, the hopeful,
The sick, the veterans,
This is our final march
Eventually we all fall in line.
21 Jul 2014 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: Change, Fallen, friendship, Gap, Generation, Mistake, Poetry, Relationship
Our generation was plagued with faults
Still is, and always will be
It’s human nature
No one’s perfect
But we were followed by…
Something different
The English language has been attacked
Violently, without mercy
Friendship means backstabbing
Relationships break apart faster than waves
Fences are never mended
Merely patched with staples
Just waiting for tomorrows fight.
06 Jul 2014 5 Comments
in Poetry Tags: Bomb, Chains, Change, Clouds, Global Warming, Humans, Igloos, Poetry, Raid, Riddle, Sand dunes, Sculptures, weather
Enclosed by chains,
Hidden behind tinted glass,
Guarded by a library of riddles
Lies the weather controller
Yet we’ve gathered locksmiths
Deployed bomb experts
Raided the room
Left nothing but debris.
Sand dunes host snowmen
Igloos boast sand sculptures
Clouds now congregate and dissipate
Without ever fulfilling their purpose.
04 Jul 2014 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: Change, Couple, Map, Poetry, Relationship, Road, Route, Single, Travel
This road we’re following
It’s not right for us
I’m sure when you travelled it
There were no potholes
No roadblocks,
We need to turn back
Discard your map
At the crossroads
There are two of us now.