Between sky and earth, Seagulls and bricks, The could Be a lifetime, Or a blink. Shall I count the ways? I lose track after my final Fingers; The ways in which we find new beginnings. That empty space, A threshold between two extremes, Reminds me of the fresh, the new, Change. … Continue reading Count the Ways | Poem #3 of April
I don’t have it. This force that drives us, it needs a boost, a charge, a jolt. Mine is depleted, become obsolete, putting me on power-saving. A jump- start. A life- saver. The mundane is covered. The exiting is empty. Sleep mode might help. More hours a night,… Continue reading Energy | Poem
I am a treasure chest; a collection of short tales to delight, I feel displaced and alone. I would rather be where I belong; among those that rustle. I sit with other clustered work, and I suppose they are what one would call friends. I dream about free movement; to not be bound like my… Continue reading Treasury | Writing Exercise
Through the night, suffocating, above ground, find respite, no obstruction. Rescued. Sunbeams try to caress and see its gradient, yet I still feel below ground. Hands, feet, seconds, tick by. All is nothing; I bathe in its void. All that is, seems to follow. I yearn to give up. Apologies for… Continue reading Light & Dark | Poetry
Through a glass that looks both ways, the world is broken into fragments… Arrange it into a picture, semblance, of what you wish to see. Darkness can tint the view, light can be magnified and blinding. Each view we have is skewed through the pieces we grasp, sharp edged or no, hold… Continue reading Sharp Glass
Sometimes a reflection is all we have, backwards to others, truth to us. What we see when we look in a mirror vs. what others see.
This hollowness inside, it echoes; amplified by the hole you left behind. A quick-fire stand-alone stanza of poetry that my Twitter followers might have seen a while back. Upon reflection, I rather like this small yet powerful snapshot into one of the many feelings I experience in a long-distance relationship. I write these small poetry… Continue reading Hollow | Stanza for your thoughts
Through storms, flames and toil we are forged, firmly rooted in the soil where we stand apart, connected in mind and heart. Tears taste bitter and we reach to be in the arms that we seek: each other. Dawn will still break, streaking the skies with colours of us. … Continue reading Impossible yet Inseparable
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