We all, oh we all cry- I am so very misunderstood, I don't know why. I have a halo on me- look at all these damn sinners. It's all them, never Not me. Can you imagine? All the hurt, my halo and I, we have been given? Yet, here I am. Not angry, not bitter, ... Continue Reading →
Kaleidoscope blur of happy colours Sleepy music, plays over the heads of others. Others, but for one man in his neon suit. Standing, Bitter Angry, and Resolute. My little lover to be, can't you see the monotony in a life so sordid? Come away, dance a little. I'll tell you all you need... Continue Reading →
Attention. Attention, it's all they really do say. One Word. Attention. And it's as if-it's all gone away. The pain, the fear, the lonely choking tears. It's all swept away. With just one word, Attention. I am alone and I am scared. I don't want a spotlight, weak beam torch lights will do... Continue Reading →
There is something very breathtaking about literature. The skill of turning normal everyday words into art. The beauty that comes with being able to interpret a verse of poetry in more ways than one. Using words to convey smell, sound, sight. Lifting a person from one moment in time to another; from one place to... Continue Reading →
A candle is blown out by the breath of an almighty, those illuminated by its light are plunged into darkness. Wax hardens and grows cold, like the heart, of a grieving soul. No sorrow too deep, no pain too bold. Grief consumes the growth of a lover, Stunted to an emotional impasse, like a... Continue Reading →
I think a lot. Sometimes, I think, I think more than people normally should. And then, I panic, and I try to stop. But, thinking is addictive; it's what wakes me up in the morning, and keeps me up at night. Do you ever go through that terrible phase where you feel angry at the... Continue Reading →
I swear, I truly believed them in pre-school when they said, 'he hits you because he likes you' I guess, it's different when boys hit you, and when men do.
My brother goes to all the concerts and all the shows. But when I ask mummy, she says no. And my brother, he comes home from school and goes to bed. I do the dishes, listening to mummy, telling me how tired she is. And I rub oil into her feet, as she praises my... Continue Reading →