Geode

Light glistens from these crystal rocks
Like the stretches of sun upon the sea
Great curvatures embrace them
And hold them still with volcanic arms
Cracks in the earth split wide
Under the pressure of a quaking tectonic
They reveal the sparkles of treasure beneath
And a myriad of colours to be entranced by
The first time I heard the word geode
I was within the museum wondering past rocks
Words like 'phenomena' and 'stratification'
Echoed around me like I was in
The very chambers they were found
Now I see them again and my heart
Is filled with passion and delight
What I would have just glanced over
I can now appreciate more than just a trick of the light
I can wonder at the planet's mighty roar
As I remember your description of the way they formed
Your fascination and passion focused
Enthusiasm tumbling from your lips as an avalanche
With my eager ears listening
And now I am here again in that place
That place where we began
I see the light like the speckled waters and I think
Of you and all the delight of the mighty world

Refusing

I take back
Everything that I said
Everything that I wrote
At that time
In that place
I
Only wanted to help
Only wanted to extend
A hand
And say
That I am still your friend
My friend
That I am still your friend
But
You spited me there
Took all of my fears
All of my bad words
And declared "No"
You
Said you did not want me there
Said sorry if you "inconvenienced me"
Said no to every compromise
You ignored every surmise
You did not realise
That they
Hate you now
And all I was trying to do was
Help

Prose

There's a thing to be said when you're the first one in a room. You take a seat and then slowly, in drips and drabs the other people come in. You sit there for some time, waiting for others to sit beside you, and slowly the room gets filled but.
But you are left alone. The closest person is a seat away. What did you do? You know these people, some of them are your friends, but. But, that is it. Always it. No one. Left. Alone. Did you do anything? What does your rational mind tell you? What do these words of prose poetic verse that sounds more like a ramble, but is in fact a deep-seated, emotionally-charged, betrayal-fueled, self-loathing, whisper of text and meaning.