Words, rippling forth, from unknown edges of the innermost, mysterious mind. Rushing onward, as they grow in strength, they whisper and sigh, tantalisingly. Murmuring, they seek attention like a lover’s demand, gentle yet compelling. And stronger still, they take shape, take a beautiful form in this tangible world. Words, holding herContinue reading “The Poet”
Can you please just go away It’s clear I’m in a mood I don’t want you here right now Just leave, and let me brood When storm clouds roll in You don’t stand there in the rain As you leave then, for dryer turf Please go: it’s not your pain Leave and letContinue reading “Privacy”
Then came violent winds, tearing away the delicate petals of innocent roses, precious limbs torn from their body. You stare speechless at the sight that remains, at the thorny echo of beauty, hollow shell of ravished time. Nothing but a prickly stem is left to tell, a forgotten story of hopeless love, abandonedContinue reading “Winter Roses”
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.
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”
Writing has always been a part of me, as opposed to something that I do. It comes in sporadic outbursts and disjointed fragments, bubbling up from the subconscious parts of my soul, seeping from the closed corners of a heart that remains mysterious and foreign to me.