Sometimes you just want to hit rewind, not only on the day but on your whole life. Start it again armed with the knowledge that making certain moves will change your future. Maybe, if you don't go there, that won't happen. Maybe if you don't have that experience, you'll see things differently. It's possible that … Continue reading Everybody Knows This Pain
A poem for you xx Mum, You may not yet know this but you're my best friend. For a lifetime could pass and I know we would stick it out to the end. Even when things get hard and the world seems too tough, our friendship will withstand it because I know it's strong enough. … Continue reading Mum, You’re My Best Friend
City streets sing their daily tune The same ones I hear every afternoon. Pacing each familiar step that I walk I listen to the conversations I hear people talk Exchanging pleasantries to pass the day A sparkless chat before they're back on their way. Thoughts run through my head as I pick up the … Continue reading The Beat of Doldrum Street
I'll never be sexy. Wearing next to nothing gets too chilly. Pouting for the camera looks silly and God didn't bless me with boobies. Talking of boobs, I guess I'm a little skinny. Curves aren't something that suits me. No one is ever happy with their bodies, but I guess I've come to accept mine's … Continue reading I’ll Never Be Sexy.
From the barrel of the gun, your ammo rests Fully loaded. Hand gripped tightly to its chest. Sweaty palms nestle the chamber, Emotions unsteady, but your fingers don't waver. Thoughts undeterred, you hold your position There's no holding back, you've made your decision. With no sign of warning, you called me a liar The … Continue reading War Zone
Today, I escaped reality. Feet threaded to the grass, I watched as the sky tied up the sunlight with blue and pink ribbons, carefully dotting the view above me with platinum jewels. The day had met its curtain call, and the fabric of time itself was stitched up in my watching. The breeze stroked my … Continue reading How To Be Free
If my soul was worn like skin; laid bare in ivory - would you look? If my life's story lay canvassed upon its surface, every inch detailed with intricate colour and script - would you read? What about the many thoughts that burn behind the smiles you so adore; creating scars on their perfect arc. … Continue reading Pages of My Heart