THE WAY WE FEEL IS HARD TO EXPLAIN AS I PONDER AND WONDER WHY WE WORK IN THESE WAYS THE WAY WE COMMUNICATE, SHOW HOW WE WORK IT MAKES ALL COMPLEXITY SHUDDER AND URK EVERY SNOWFLAKE IS UNIQUE - NEVER TO BE SEEN AGAIN BUT WHAT IF I SEE THE SAME EVERYDAY? SAME BODY, SAME … Continue reading Here all week – a poem
Articulation was never the strong suit Of those who fall so intensely in love The stutters and fumbles of a boys pursuit Mimic those of hers, as pure as doves "What's mine is yours" is taken too literally Wouldn't you say? The explanations for greatness are never really truly explained I want to hold you … Continue reading Love – an ode
Do you ever get that feeling you're invisible? huh, cliche, I know But I feel like I am falling into a hole waiting for someone to notice my screams but they never do do you know what I mean? and for that, I don't feel adequate I sit and stare and cry a bit … Continue reading W. H. O. L. E
I'm that girl. The girl with Silver and Blue hair. The girl with a big mouth but a small confidence. The girl who dresses in baggy trousers and an oversized hoodie to literally any event but comes home and lies in nothing but a bra and shorts. The girl who wears a full face of … Continue reading I’m That Girl – a realisation.
Death Sweet sweet freedom Desolate, ladylike - a mistress in her own right Striding through the quiet night Sweeping up suitors, from left to right Living her life free from pain Dancing on empty wallets in the rain The taste of temptation lingering on her lips she wipes it away with a sickly kiss But … Continue reading Death – The “Love Letter” Series
(based on a poem by jungkook -) I met you in the golden time.... sometimes i ponder on your existance how after all of the years on this earth, we have been fortunate enough to be- in the same time period. the God's must have aligned and though of the best combination to create … Continue reading Golden Rain – The ‘Love Letter’ Series
sometimes I wonder if I'm real. If people genuinely don't see me or notice me or even just acknowledge my existence or if I'm actually invisible and there is nothing to notice I wonder if they hear me breathing or even just hear my cries for help and if they choose to ignore me or … Continue reading Just a Ghost
The dark is confusing Yet something about it always intrigues me. It's how it makes you feel like anything can happen - how one swift motion of your eyelids can take you to a dreamland and you can be the fairy princess that you've waited all your life to be or find the guy of … Continue reading Darkness – a poem
