All posts in the Poetry category

Pleading Heart

Published February 19, 2018 by Incidental Scribe

You can paint me in colours as you see fit

My reputation is on a stage for all to view

The damage is done so should I just quit

Or just sit back and let you all stew

I’ve never been a quitter I always thrive

But now my heart is a vast tangled mess

Is it really living if you just survive

Just because others say so should I expect less

Battling between my mind and soul

Love shouldn’t be this chaotic and scattered

There was a time when we made each other whole

Now everything we know has been shattered

Please don’t give up on me just yet dear

I will always rise from the hottest of flames

Don’t let them turn you against me in fear

In the end we will be stronger if we can’t be the same

~ The Incidental Scribe


The Look

Published February 16, 2018 by Incidental Scribe

You see me. As I stand in this crowded space with everyone clamouring for attention, you don’t just look at me you see me.

The instant you walk in the room I feel you. It’s like an instant connection, your soul calls to mine. Mine responds and in that instant the rest of the world slips away.

This isn’t love. I’m not some school girl who has a crush. This is deeper, this is two hearts beating perfectly in time. Two souls dancing together to music no one else hears. Two beings trying to remember some part of a past life that has bound them together.

In reality the party is over, the music has died, the lights are on and everybody is leaving. As the one I am here with hands me my coat and your partner grabs your arm, you cast me one last glance. The moment is over and although I try to grasp it one more time. There is no going back. We’ve past the point of no return.

Our time is done.
Did you feel the same thing? Or did I imagine it all? I’ll never know… reality trumps the dream. You have your life and I have mine. Our souls may meet again, but in this life they must be apart. Our hearts are spoken for. The next time we run into each other please don’t look at me.

Eternal Twilight

Published October 2, 2017 by Incidental Scribe

As the sun sets her weary head and the moon prepares his brightest smile

It is between these phases of the day that I contemplate life for awhile

My soul wants to run like a lupine to gnash its teeth and howl at the moon

To dance over streams and prowl through the forest but the sun she awakes too soon

The night calls to me like a vampire softly begging me to come and play

And why not I ask when I work all night and sleep my life away all day

My heart it yearns for adventure to escape along cool foggy streets

Or perhaps just a wild passionate thrill ride between some black silky sheets

The supernatural and dark appeal to me with their mysterious and twisted ways

As twilight comes every fiber of my being prepares for our favourite time of day.

Because I know when my feet are weary and my mind decides it’s time to roam

I can always follow the raven he knows just how to lead me home

~The Incidental Scribe

Hurricane Season

Published August 25, 2017 by Incidental Scribe

Frustrating annoying confusing to say the least

We go through these vicious cycles once a year a month or week

You never know with me when the time bomb is gonna blow

With you I sit here wanting you to talk but waiting for you to go

Then it’s like the winds shift and the storm we are battling ends

We are back to being lovers companions and most importantly best friends

I am compassionate considerate caring and kind

You are focused on us and for a few fleeting moments will say what’s on your mind

But is this love enough because beyond our horizon the storm rears its head

The moments gone the wind picks up and we are back in hurricane season I can feel the dread

I tell you to brace yourself because I don’t want either of us to get swept over the edge

You hold my hand say we’ve been through a storm like this before and we’re gonna make it again

~ The Incidental Scribe

Three Minutes

Published July 22, 2016 by Incidental Scribe

What can one write in three minutes, that can be worth anything.

If only I could stop the clock and buy myself some more time. Yet the challenge of leaving three minutes worth of thoughts here appeals to me.

I am thinking about my walk to work and how different nights at a fast food chain can be depending on the night of the week.

And with that three minutes are over. I’m sad to see them go.

Birthday Thoughts

Published July 12, 2016 by Incidental Scribe

Time never stops it keeps on growing

Even when these old bones are screaming and moaning

Life should be lived like it’s a wild ride

There are way too many things I want to do before I die

Another year passes and I’m working the grind

Can’t escape the routine it’s gonna eat me alive

Little steps do something new everyday

So when my time comes I can say I did it my way
~The Incidental Scribe

The Filter

Published June 29, 2016 by Incidental Scribe

Oh yes, I can take off years, but are you really seeing me. Does this face tell the story of my life or the experience you should see? What if I was to tone it down? How would the next picture be?

More lines and blemishes still this could take a while. I’m not made of plastic or a painting with Mona Lisa’s smile. What if there was no filter? Would I still be in style?

There are my laugh lines and freckles, all the things that make me real. This is the face that does not let others say how I should look or feel. So ladies if you’re with me stop these beauty ills.