I take a step forward and feel nothing under my feet. Spreading my wings, like a bat in the night, I feel the cool upward draft. My wet clothes cling to my body, they don't want to let me go. I open my eyes. It's still dark, of course. It's only the moon shining above … Continue reading Falling
Boring I think
Poems vs Prose
There has been a lot of time since my last post which isn't actually a poem. A poem serves no purpose. It is an easier to gulp down the emotions. It seems like I put in some work while creating some rhymes but the truth is, rhymes are way easier than writing something with a … Continue reading Poems vs Prose
How to breathe properly?
Loosen up your shoulders, they have carried this weight for a long time.Lay down a little, your back must be hurting.Close your eyes, it's already dark outside,Focus on your breaths, we are hoping for calm.No thoughts when you inhale, no thoughts when you exhale.Feel the heaviness of your limbs, you can't move them.No need to … Continue reading How to breathe properly?
Colour Blind
I went to a little town on a hill,where everyone goes to chill.I took a room in the centre of the town,where every road met and then went on its own.Dumped my luggage on the bed,Stood on the balcony to look around,The bustling crowd made me feel so alone. I decided to walk aroundto take … Continue reading Colour Blind
Flickering Lights
I'm banging my head to a beat that I've never heard before. The flickering bright lights and the loud sounds, I hoped they would overwhelm my senses and make my train of thoughts stop. But there is no escape. I am still thinking about how useless this is. It makes me wonder about all the … Continue reading Flickering Lights
Sick to the core
Why is everything that I write so bad? Sometimes it's boring, sometimes it's depressing, sometimes it's both. I need to improve. But to improve, you need to have something to work with. I don't have something to work with. Even the things that I have seen in my dreams are not something extraordinary. Where's the … Continue reading Sick to the core
hey pretty girl
hey pretty girl, come here, i want to write about you, you look so sweet and sweet is what i like come here and we will talk, about you and what you like and what you want and then i will write hey pretty girl, look here, i am looking at you i live in the … Continue reading hey pretty girl
Cutting Onions
I was cutting onions and I liked it. It made me cry. It made me feel like I could feel. I really enjoyed tears streaming down my face. It cleared up some of the tension that I had. I am going to try cutting onions more often. I hope I can feel this good again. … Continue reading Cutting Onions
Day, day, day, month
A poem caused a dead heart to smoulder, writer, speaker, who is bolder? in order to mould her, the mom who loves or the dad who would scold her? tell her to get up and fight, not give a shoulder? or comfort and hold her. I have realised as I have gotten older that beauty … Continue reading Day, day, day, month
Wham! Bam!
What am I supposed to do? Churn out gold in every post that I write? That is not going to happen. So what I am going to do is allow myself to churn out a pathetic piece of text that you are going to read. This time, it will be bad. This time, you won't … Continue reading Wham! Bam!
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