Author: Charlie Alford

I like to think I'm a story teller. I love stories. I believe the world is filled with stories just waiting to be told and learned. I enjoy travelling down the road less travelled, with my iPhone and journal in each hand. Here you'll find all my poetic musings... Enjoy!
Posted in Glo/NaPoWriMo2020, Writing

Places

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Places

Up in the hills of Merri Creek
Dancing around my red brick walls
I breathe in the eucalyptus
Listening to urban laughs and tram bells
Wrapped in blankets of holidays past
Dreaming of the day I can leave
Just so I can come home again.

Posted in Glo/NaPoWriMo2020, Writing

Metaphorical Self-Portrait

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Metaphorical Self-Portrait

I am the steeple’s rose
Lost in enigmatic love
I want to be that pig in mud
Playing in a sea of straw.
But I inhale the dragon
Stone-washed eyes
Mask frustration
As the fear burns.
The rose forgets to breathe,
When it’s caught in a breeze.

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Nonsensical Confusion

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I almost spoke them

Two and three letters.

Would be all it takes

to break the chasm.

But these walls just won’t be broken,

banterous words left unspoken

everyday is a decision

to honour this fixed deletion.

I felt the presence

and I took a breathe

to let out, a sound

but nothing happened.

It’s like standing from a tall bridge

colours of the world mesh into one

I can’t tell a snake from a sparrow

it’s just something I used to know.

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That old man

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Alone upon the mountainside
Our hero hid and cowered
Born of Dickensian yuletide
He persona was rather dour.
His sandy hair was stiff as straw
His hat feeble and frail
His feet cemented to the floor
cold on his mountainside jail.
Glaring down into the valley
He chided his creators
Captivated infinitely
Upon a sea of haters.
Alone upon the mountainside
Our hero watched and wondered
Weathered, beaten, and cockeyed
What life had he plundered?

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Do you ever feel like a human fail?

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Inspired by #itsokaynottobeokay

Do you ever feel like a human fail?
Like you’re missing a piece of the puzzle,
That you were so focused in the long trail
You forgot to give the now some trouble.
I can’t remember when it all started
When did I become these broken doll parts?
How did my life become so uncharted?
What lies inside? Is there even a heart?
I don’t know how to be. What is human?
Getting lost in white petals of Spring,
Conversing in emotional fusion
Bonded by the desires to stand and sing.
Who can tell if we are doing this right
I just do, say, and hope. That is my plight.

Posted in Family, Friendship, relationships, Writing

Nothing happened

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Her mind does not have a default setting,
It’s a spag bowl of anarchic thoughts
Rich in flavour and strong in vetting
The myriad of moments her eyes have caught.
Categorising from thumbs up to thumbs down
pushed an acquaintance from friend to foe
Like a cut apple beginning to brown
A shrivelling font, a footnote, in her bio.
Once upon a time in a far off place
Happy never after faded on the page
Standing tall she continued with grace
And exited left off his centre stage.
Her mind took a second to think and grieve
but the sun rose again, now she can breathe.