One word, one whisper A feeling sparked A burning hiss Bitter anger, breaking fear Harsh intruder takes over Ripples spread, waves rise Flooding fast As an incoming tide Painful regret, ghostly echo Lonely call of your demise Heart trapped, foreign angst Gentle but firm As seduction’s trance Uncanny delight, enchanting pain Rational mindContinue reading “Irrationality”
Stranger, you taught me That some people care No condition Or strings attached You gave me hope Newly discovered I could be myself Without fear Stranger, you showed me Some people do dare To look gently Beneath the mask You gave me faith Absent awhile That from this facade I could peer Continue reading “Stranger”
The third instalment of the short story. * * * I wake up, aching all over. I am naked in bed, the covers pulled up around my thinning body. I see that he is at the window, and when he realises I am conscious, he strides over and strikes me again on my face.Continue reading “Capturing Perfection, Chapter 3”
In the light of shady day…
Tell me where does the moon go,
Why does she sometimes hide her face?
Silver beauty, heart’s delight,
Hiding in shadows, oft she’s missed.
The second instalment of the short story. * * * His touch upon me was vile. His fat fingers, his greasy smile, his tiny eyes that had this triumphant gleam in them. As if he’d conquered me. He thought he’d conquered me. Repulsive. But that was not the worst part, not at all.Continue reading “Capturing Perfection, Chapter 2”
Like cliffs, battered by
a tormenting sea, that
crashes its salty tears,
flinging without mercy.
Prisoner. Of this modern life, this complex way, a web of stress, pressure and drive. You run, racing forward, oblivious to the present and too forgetful of a past you should learn from. What use is success when you become suffocated by it? Caught in the chase, always yearning for more, you are never satisfied.Continue reading “Prisoner”
Those moments that lift you up, after you’ve been torn down Nurture your spirit, and erase your frown Coming all of a sudden, a gift on the wind Whispering softly, a song just for you When you hold my hand, and never let it go When you seize me strongly, and take me away *Continue reading “Hold my hand”
She walks, barefoot, Across the shattered glass of her broken dream. Soles, tender like those of a child, Cut open, bleeding upon those splintered shards. Waking pain, a tender agony, at least they Bring something to this timeless abyss. She groans, rolls over, In the infinite spirals of her mind she turns. Staring, eyesContinue reading “Insomniac”