some thoughts...or pondering....

Free

Butter soft and spreadable-creamy smooth-fills in the grooves.
The cranium, a shell, the muscle swells.
Fly, take off, flutter, spread like butter-utter the lexeme-scream.
Colours gleam-supreme-stretch.
Setting off outside prison-vision-motion, wings flapping together-sun scorching-enlightens and glistens-sparkle-free.
I do not miss the chrysalis.

yum

I wish I could taste the words lemon curd

The game

The game is pain
But what keeps you sane
Is knowing or not knowing
The moment of clarity will explain

Rain

I need a brolly to shield me from the pouring melancholy; I'm getting really upset.
It's soaking, I want to be dry and to be warm but it's a storm, it's coming at me from every angle.
I'm getting really, really upset. My clothes are drenched, my fists are clenched, my lip quivers, I shiver.
I'm really, really wet.

Ponder

Feelings are revealing so should they be suppressed?
So we project to the world only our very best.

Parp

Being yourself is like a belch,
Attempted by some in certain situations but once released there's a sense of relief and a hidden smile of satisfaction.

Um¦

Indecision is like being in prison

Unconditional

Some boyfriends are there to hold your stare, to comfort you when you're down to quash that frown,
But the best of them all, may be silent yet loyal.
They inspire and intrigue and despise western greed, as living is for giving especially to you.