Some days you split me until my darkness spills out
But once you laugh it sews me up better than I’ve been before
By Kiri Gray ©
Some days you split me until my darkness spills out
But once you laugh it sews me up better than I’ve been before
By Kiri Gray ©
You fill in my accidental gaps
And make them look beautiful
That’s why I let myself have flaws
By Kiri Gray ©
I was looking for inspiration
And so desperate to find it
I looked everywhere but into your eyes
And so I was lost
Are you willing to let me find it?
So I can find myself again
By Kiri Gray ©
Sometimes the sky is a suffocating asthma
So weighted on my lungs
My grinding jaw gives me headaches
And my sensitive skin tightly shrivels
And I’m rough to touch
And I’m rough to talk to
Because if I soften my fists
I’ll implode under the crushing of it all
By Kiri Gray ©
Sunshine, greyed
By the black veil that waved a silent goodbye from his back
She howled with the wind that swept her off her feet
And begged the sky that poured, with weeping pleads
An unanswered cry
That was met by the rain of a thousand knives
Vanishing into the distance, a shadow with blood-red in its palm
A gaping wound in her chest
Her knees abandoned her body, she fell
The pain numbed by the cruelty, of a fatal farewell
Love fought to echo
But the vast gravity of the heavens
Pinned it down in her shell
Days became nights and darkness prevailed
Un-repairable heartbreak in its wake
A wandering soul mourning the pasts of a lost world
Their world, her world
The glass from her broken heart
Shattered her spirit
Until all the pieces of her life were torn down
Embraced by the yearning earth where he lay
A slight of solace was found
And her body sacrificed itself and fed love into the ground
By Kiri Gray ©
When the shadows loom, the light in your golden eyes keeps me safe
So let me be your dream catcher, I will capture your nightmares and strangle the little tortures that try to infect your mind
You are my savior; I shall never let you go blind
If they try and haze your vision, take mine. Have mine.
My world is a spring of abundant love, where the petals of beauty bloom free
I do not need sight to see the beauty in thee
Who knew the addictive agony of love, is the sacrifice of selfishness?
Even after the disagreeing fork tongued fights
Still, warrior mode, I am at your side
I’d take place as your passenger if that were the terms & conditions of the ride
When the doubtful judgements deflate my beliefs, you breathe whispering kisses of reality, back into my dreams
So let me keep you alive, and paint your happiness yellow
I will spend all my nights decorating your starless skies
Until you look up and gaze the heaven you imagine all the time
And if you long for warmth in the blistering breeze of winter
I will set my heart on fire and hold your hands to my chest
And when you think the shady world has no love left.
I will give it, infinitely. Nothing less.
By Kiri Gray ©
Joy, trust & comfort sat on their high horse
Betrayal came along and snapped their little necks
They can’t bathe in happiness, boasting and proud,
Where jealousy lurks…
Loathing prods at the stomach of an unsatisfied counterpart
Who treacherously wears the white flag
And naivety makes casualties of innocent victims
Breeding dispirited loves
By Kiri Gray ©
The feathers on my back are not my own
A reassuring frame of fortification, armouring my naivety
Escaping the denial that those others aren’t always driven by the heart
You caress the wounds of my fights until healed
With caring nobility, nonetheless anger for my strife
A bullet would sink into the flesh of your chest
Before you let me lose my life
You are my wings
Each breath you exhale elevates my spirit
So my soul flies on the freedom of love
And I’m free; my being is whole and endlessly free
For you took the lost shards I thought were gone
And devotedly bonded the gaps
By Kiri Gray ©
Another Point Of View – (free e-book download)
You can download my first solo e-book for free here:
‘Another Point Of View’
Is it right that I pray to you
For forgiveness, for help, for love?
When I don’t carry your name on my lips like a preacher
And question your presence above
Maybe it’s the hope that I clutch
But I feel like when I reach for you, you hold my hand
Even if you can’t help, you understand
Is it right that I pray to you
When I don’t recite your words?
And I question the books that claim to hold your verse
The skill of mans disguise, to surpress for status
Means lack of faith has grown throughout the ages
As discovered truths uncover lies
That benefit the elite and sustain lower class divides
Is it right that I pray to you
When I feel this anger?
Is this what was intended of your creation?
Have you turned your back on us, or is it our own self-doing?
Is the blame on our hands for turning your Eden to ruin?
Is it right that I pray to you but never visit your home?
Is it right that I only ever pray to you when I’m alone?
I don’t know.
I always try to pray in thanks
Show appreciation for the good in my life
Practice a pure heart of morals
Learned from mistakes and strife
And every time I look love in the eye,
I pray with a grateful heart for you to make it last for life