In this anxious place This hopeless space The mind spirals away Trapped in thought Bars caging her heart She’s unable to start Inner voices pursuing Until she’s caught The shadows whirl Too strong for a girl To resist the touch Of her mocking plight And in silence she sits Her eyes desperateContinueContinue reading “Anxiety”
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The Dancer
As dew drops sparkle On grass so green And sunlight filters Through youthful trees You’ll spot her whirling An ethereal mist Her presence splintered into A thousand golden rays Music is playing But it’s not to be heard A silent song rising From slender lithe limbs And her heart lies open ExposedContinueContinue reading “The Dancer”
The Poet
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 herContinueContinue reading “The Poet”
Capturing Perfection, Chapter 4
The fourth and final instalment of the short story. * * * Never have I worked so hard on a painting. Never. This had to be perfect because Lorenzo was perfect, and to picture him anything but was a travesty and a sin. I ordered new brushes, tiny ones made from a few threads ofContinueContinue reading “Capturing Perfection, Chapter 4”
Capturing Perfection, Chapter 3
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.ContinueContinue reading “Capturing Perfection, Chapter 3”
Away
In the light of shady day…
Tell me
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.
Prisoner
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.ContinueContinue reading “Prisoner”
Hold my hand
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 *ContinueContinue reading “Hold my hand”
Insomniac
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, eyesContinueContinue reading “Insomniac”