Some poems written on a bus..

 These are pretty basic, but i quite like them, only edited slightly, as sometimes i feel that the mood of a poem can be ruined by over-editing..  

Excalibur

I see, I see

These awful shadows

company

An End, the dark

comes too fast,

free at last

Further further

Stuttered gasp

shaking her

The cast

holding in

Her sin, her last

Achilles

A lessened blow by hardened fist

around me, feelings, meaningless,

No effect from vicious pries

Yet heel that stings in sharp moonlight

Drowned almost, by mothers care,

Made stubborn, tough, always aware,

My instincts honed, with piercing blade

A child brought up to die, or fight

Sailed to war for fool kings pride,

Loyal men risking suicide

The face that launched a thousand ships,

brought death and woe, abyss.

Giftwrapped

I liked my chest,

it was a present.

Handed down through my family,

a thousand thousand years

(or so it seemed)

It never closed.

Yet hidden in shade,

and in the smallest corner,

that's where our hope arose

(glimmering in night)

Heat.. (and "For You")

Lets be honest, its bloody lovely, for october, and therefore I expect that I might not be that popular for complaining :D but its bloomin' boiling! Possibly the fact that i spent most of today in the kitchen, like a proper little housewife, won't help, particularly.. But i do have awesome rolls, bread, and CAKE! So i'm quite happy, just a little frazzled ;)

Here's another rather old one, needing to be saved from the rather scraggly piece of paper it seems to be hanging on to. I thought it should be shared, as it was that desperate to stay around!

For You

Been with me through thick and thin,

Kept me, through health and ill

Gave me reason to survive again

Time, when no-one paused

If Angels saw, and frowned,

We never saw their gaze,

Always stood our ground,

And fought for Us, Alive

I'll keep you close forever,

Whether seas around us part,

Though our pairing severed,

There'll always be our Heart.

Eternity, seemed so long,

Time soars around us,

Shadows seem to throng,

Echo, Silent Song

Patio Furniture (1)

This poem isn't finished, and its still just a shadow of the original, which i lost a while back.. consider the first public draft, it still needs a lot of tweaking..

Patio Furniture

We've sat here a million times,
talking endlessly,
'bout things we'll do,
how theres always something new

Thousand cigarette butts
keep us company,
crystal neon streetnight,
our starlit ocean shining bright.

Hundred empty bottles,
never bothered to clear away,
glinting silver bottle caps
Sparkling littered collapse.

Ten minutes seemed like days,
forgotten dreamlike haze
alcohol to sober us,
day to sleep, ease us.

One, just us, in the end,
when piercing sunlight comes,
Jumps upon us, fire alight,
We go in peace, with the night.