There may never be…

There may never be another day my eyes land upon your face. Or to kiss your skin so sweetly as we lay there holding space.

There may never be another day where I whisper in your ear. And Set off all those tingles down your spine and this is clear.

There may never be another day when all the stars align, and time may hold me back from you now ever being mine.

There may never be another day where I’m still holding on, waiting for our past to fade so we can get along.

There may never be another day where you’re not holding back, withholding all the love that’s there somehow guided off the track.

But if there is I’ll wait, a million years or maybe more. Patiently awaiting, I’ll be there at your door.

But don’t make me wait much longer, don’t drain my soul of youth. For all that I can offer now is my heart my guiding truth.

And though my bones my wither, my skins youth may disappear. I’ll always have this love for you, that much I know is clear.

By Jacqueline Freestone (JaxTrax)

Heart strings

We don’t know where we’re going, just like stardust we’re still floating in the air.

But my heart it’s still beating has the resin on my heart strings from you there. It’s so unfair.

Was only such a short time, full of ups and downs like waves across the sea, but boy weren’t the highs higher than any mountain I’ve ever seen.

I hope some day we look back on our times & laugh at just how silly that we were. To almost put this spark out, with our head strong ways and darling if you please…

Can i introduce myself now to the man that I was too scared to really see.


I’m a Trojan horse, a bruised petal.
Lucky, unlucky. Helpless, empowered.
I feel the poison tingle in my veins.

I’m as light as a feather, but as heavy as the mountain I tread upon.
My days so long, as my life seems so short.
Too tired to have shame, yet when I have the strength I blush.

Surprised by my see saw of emotion.
I keep on keeping on.
My spirit almost seems brighter from this dark, place I reside.

In the shadows light can grow, from a seed, rendered clean and pure of intention.
It seems more pristine in contrast to this heavy dark

I hold onto the light and try to pass the torch on. In doing so I see it shine brighter
Maybe this is the lesson learnt.
Give without measure to alleviate the darkness for good

Crimson tide

Crimson stained tide, sailing the sheets you laid. Entangled bodies, glistening in empty desire. Breath quickens and hearts pound, flooding the satin as she blossoms. Lies uttered to keep the embrace & now the aftermath; mind circling wondering what the point to any of it was as she lay quivering. Why awaken something in a woman with lies? Lies of love, future and promise. Such a juvenile game to play. Games meh, for children. Wasting months on the clock, evaporating precious time in double time. Become a man & speak your truth or you will forever feel as inadequate as you obviously have become. Why attempt such things? Such a low brow way of clutching at a self. Your character a fraud even to yourself. What a sad little way to waste a life & a moment. Gone forever. Never existed & never was.

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