Bed time

There is a comfortable post-sex silence. We lie in each
Other’s company, soaked in each other, with nothing
But the sound of our own breathing to keep pace.
I look over to your glowing face and feel content with
The knowledge that I’m responsible for that. There is
A world outside those shutters that we haven’t been
A part of for at least two hours, we’ve been too busy
Exploring each other’s powers and what effects they
Have on each other. It is the novelty of enjoying a
Brand new lover. There are no nerves of failure, we
Are too consumed in each other. Our legs are inter-
Twined. Our fingers twist around each other like
Friends that have been parted by a terrible war. Our
Bodies are in a state of love at first sight that neither
Of us have experienced before. We look over to the
Door, laugh about our reluctance to move from the
Bed where we have spent the morning making our
Very own heaven. We’re not ready to leave yet.

The common cold

Something appears lodged in my nose. There is a dull
Ache throbbing right down to my toes and I’m struggling
To digest the air. Although the weather is fair, the
Sunshine does nothing but buy me some time in the dark,
My eyes can no longer handle this daylight malark. It
Would seem that my innards are in something of a mess,
I can’t even muster the energy it takes to get dressed
And my sleep pattern is that of a new born child. If only
I could rest for a while. I’m popping medication to try
And ease the force in my nose that’s making it hard
To breathe. It’s been so long I’m trying remedies both
New and old, but to no avail. There is nothing common
About this cold.

Modern dating

What’s all this about people twittering? All these people
Flittering from one method of communication to the next
Trying to work out which is best.

                                                 “Maybe I should send a text?
Are we ready for a phone call? Voice to voice contact might
Be too much too soon. I’m not convinced we’re ready for
Actual talking so maybe I’ll stick to Facebook stalking until
I know a bit more about her.”

                                             “Is this what you do? Determine
The potential of a love and whether it’s true based on what
They put on their Facebook page? Which, as we all know, is
Nothing more than a stage on which we play a part. Facebook
Knows nothing about the inside of our hearts.”

                                                                      “Mate! You are
Totally right. I’ll check her Twitter page, that’s much more light.
No one puts anything heavy on Twitter. It’s the easiest way to find
Out what she’s like: Funny? Flirtatious? Secretly bitter? What do
You think? And maybe, if she doesn’t seem crazy, I’ll ask her
Out for a drink. You’re right, this is so much better than
Checking her wall.”

                              “On second thoughts, why don’t you give
Her call? What’s the worst she can do? Say no and knock you back.
At least over the phone she’ll approach it with tact instead of a blunt
Personal message that ends “Please don’t write back”. Besides, she
Might hardly ever even check her wall, maybe she’s the type of girl
Who actually waits for a call. The worst that can happen is she hangs
Up, thinking you’re a bit of a prat.”

                                                      “Mate, I’m just not ready for that.”

why is punctuation important

what is a punctuation mark

something we provide to highlight

or hide the end of something or

sometimes the beginning

all we are doing is thinning

out the potential impact of what

we say by telling our few readers

hey you should read it this way

see no punctuation but you still

understood what was happening

why is punctuation so important anyway

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Things change

I told a friend once, “People change. Whether we like
It or not our lives will re-arrange and we’ll just be left
With memories of how things used to be. We’re close
Now, you and me, but in ten years time (I’ll still be
Your best friend and you’ll be mine) where will we find
Time to get drunk every weekend and be hungover
Every Monday? You know love, we’ll have to grow up
One day and I’m telling you, that future isn’t as far
Away as you might think. Oh go on then, yeah, I’ll
Have another drink. We’ll meet people, I know you
Think we’re destined to remain alone but we won’t,
One day I’ll pick up the phone and you’ll say you’ve
Got a surprise, you’ll announce your engagement and
I’ll think it’s lies but it will be the honest truth. Then,
God-willing, I’ll do the same, I’ll grow up and take on
Someone else’s name and then we can kiss goodbye
To our youth and say hello to a life of being somebody’s
Husband and somebody’s wife. You might cringe now
But you know our future will be illuminated with “I do”
And, eventually, “Mummy, will you leave on the light?””

That same friend called me the other day, and although
We didn’t have much to say, he did admit one thing,
“Char, you were completely right.”

The God Debate

He created evil - how can you believe? How can you have
Faith in someone who sends his children in to fight but
Will never retrieve them from battle, who herds us up
Like cattle and, without warning, throws us into the lion’s
Den and demands we fight our way through to the morning.
How you can believe in a God that slaughters his children
And ignores our demands, who tells us he loves us but
Then makes us suffer at his hand, who created this world
For grown men and young boys but then placed people
Upon it who are simply designed to destroy? Honestly,
Explain to me, how can you believe in that man?

The answer is simple: Because I just can. Because while
I often see the wars, and different things on a horrific
Scale, my faith is something that will always prevail.
Just because some people decide to abuse their free will,
Don’t mistake this God’s attempt at gaining a cheap
Thrill because I can assure you that’s not the case. You
Might think I’m naïve in standing in this place and preaching
About what God is to me, but I understand that Faith isn’t
Something you can see and not something you should attempt
To force on another, so don’t mistake this please, my sisters
And brothers as an attempt to convert you to Christianity.
You should consider this as more of a plea: If you don’t
Want my opinions, don’t force your own onto me.

Unable to sleep

While you’re at home cuddled in bed with various dreams
Running through your head, I’ll be here awake, with no
Dreams to make because my eyes simply won’t close,
There isn’t a reason, or rather, there isn’t a reason
That anyone knows. And for fear of encouraging
Me to start an addiction my doctor won’t give
Me tablets for this particular affliction so I’ll
Have to stare at the ceiling instead, and lie
In the unloving, distant arms of my cold
Bed and hope that I’ll drift away; that
Perhaps I’ll close my eyes and it will
Suddenly be day, although I doubt
That will be the outcome of
Night number six hundred
And seventy one of lying
Here, counting sheep,
Always unable to
Sleep.