To Me Love Is..

To me, it’s when I see the glint appear in your eyes,

A sparkle you can’t hide on your charismatic face.
Those singular little events that make my pulse rise,
Which make me feel glad I jumped aboard this craze.

To me, it’s when you open up to let the words flow out,
Revealing intricate moments that shaped your being.
Trust in each other is what our relationship is about,
Not hiding them away so these secrets run fleeing.

To me, it’s when we’re on the sofa watching crap on TV,
Then you gently reach over and grab hold of my hand.
No words need be spoken because everyone can see,
I wouldn’t find anyone I liked more if I scoured this land.

To me, it’s when we take a long walk on the sea wall,
So we can gaze out as the waves crash into crescendo.
Deep into the violet sunset we then gracefully fall,
No inexplicable heartstring we declined to show.

To me, this is a version of love in its purest sense,
Although it’s a feeling largely unexplored as of yet.
But this is not a topic where I will sit on the fence,
I believe in the one, so far we’ve simply not met.

Leap Year

I wrote this poem, simply because 29th February was a great day, and I felt like I had actually taken a leap. Unfortunately, as often happens in life, the leap didn't pay off but I'm a better and much stronger person having taken the jump. Since I don't have a picture of me leaping, here is an edited amazing sky around the time.

I am struggling to thread a coherent sentence,
About the ways you twist and spin my head.
The fires surrounding our hearts are raging,
Yet silent as we lie motionless on your bed.

Watching a movie, forgettable and crappy,
Thudding hearts intertwine, beating as one.
Cautiously I take hold of your loose hand,
Locking in tightly before the moment is gone.

Then just like a scene from the crappy movie,
Our eyes meet and silent fires start to scream.
Drawing in closer to let the passion take over,
The rest of the night flows along like a dream.

Think of Leap year in a very philosophical way,
Much like Frasier did in his memorable show.
This is a free pass, a moment to take chances,
Taking that fatal leap to let all our lives grow.

I risked a friendship to explore something new,
A chance that was taken for all the right reasons,
Whether it pays off is a different matter entirely,
But I’ll reflect on this fondly in changing seasons.

To Me, Love Is...

This version of love still resonates today. Still I'm searching for someone to share it with.

To me, it’s when I see the glint appear in your eyes,
A sparkle you can’t hide on your charismatic face.
Those singular little events that make my pulse rise,
Which make me feel glad I jumped aboard this craze.

To me, it’s when you open up to let the words flow out,
Revealing intricate moments that shaped your being.
Trust in each other is what our relationship is about,
Not hiding them away so these secrets run fleeing.

To me, it’s when we’re on the sofa watching crap on TV,
Then you gently reach over and grab hold of my hand.
No words need be spoken because everyone can see,
I wouldn’t find anyone I liked more if I scoured this land.

To me, it’s when we take a long walk on the sea wall,
So we can gaze out as the waves crash into crescendo.
Deep into the violet sunset we then gracefully fall,
No inexplicable heartstring we declined to show.

To me, this is a version of love in its purest sense,
Although it’s a feeling largely unexplored as of yet.
But this is not a topic where I will sit on the fence,
I believe in the one, so far we’ve simply not met.

The Artist

A HB pencil with a piece of lined paper,

Are all we need to continue our capers.
Here studying the sweet outline of your face,
On photos where you stared off into space.

Artists are not born, they develop over time,
Inspiration strikes them like a lyric or rhyme.
Sunlight gently brushing your face so pure,
Coaxing in my creativity with a seductive lure.

Light wisp showing the shadow on your eyes,
Capturing the beauty that continues to rise.
We want to find scenes that stir our souls,
Consume our minds and swallow us whole.

So with my HB pencil, we’ll conquer this world,
The breathtaking sunset, a curious little bird.
I start with your face, it makes me feel warm,
Fireflies in my heart are beginning to swarm.

Just a little something I did the other week. I occasionally like to draw.

Mirrors

This was written for a friend a month or two back. It just broke my heart that even though she was a lovely, beautiful person, there was still that little part inside that didn't like what she saw in her reflection.

Mirrors

Warmth in your heart akin to a thousand suns,

With a sense of humour that strikes and stuns.
Somewhere along the line you lost the smile.
No one has benefited from its love in a while.

Looking in the mirror to despise what you see,
Revealing this news struck a chord with me.
A rare, genuine beauty that transforms a view,
Claims only denied by the jealous, hurtful few.

Surrounded by bitches and life’s general dicks,
Recovering from their poison is no simple fix.
All I ask of you is to never forget who you are,
If you succeed in doing this then you will go far.

The girl in the mirror is as gorgeous as ever,
She deserves happiness in all her endeavours.
I hope it isn’t long before she finds her smile,
With a simmering joy she hasn’t felt in a while.

Hello Blogspot

Hello. I thought I would do a blogspot page to try and show the best of my poetry. I'm currently doing a 365 poetry challenge over on another site, but I apparently used the most obscure blogging site known to man.

Here are some facts about me:

Name: Warwick Lane
Age: 19
Occupation: Sports Journalism student at Brighton University, (Eastbourne Campus).
From: Norwell, Nottinghamshire
Relationship status: Very single
Music: Frank Turner, Mumford and Sons, Michael Kiwanuka
TV: Frasier, Scrubs, HIGNFY, Mitchell and Webb Look

This is me and my face during the famous bedroom model shoot of early April. :)

I think that is enough to get your teeth stuck into for the time being. This blog will be a mixture of rants, views, but mainly poetry, my main love in my life at the moment. One day I do aim to become published as a successful author.

To see my poetry so far, click on rickerlus.liveblog.com where I will still be posting daily.