The grey clouds gather They rain on my parade First in gay and then in sadness Oh! Why break my soul slow? Kill me quick with grievances --- Shock me quick with lightning Torture me not with poison --- My body can bear no battlements My dear, dear friend To whom I care so dearly… Continue reading Let It Rain Grey
________________________________________________________ It is time to stop deceiving yourself and admit that it hurts. It hurts because you believed she would come back and it hurts because you still want her to. But just because it hurts doesn't mean it lasts infinitely --- it just means you need time to heal and you need it now. … Continue reading Bound By Strings
|| Noun || ________________________________________________________ They say the right person will stay timeless : he or she will always be right for you regardless the circumstances. If that is truth, what can then be said about Orpheus and Eurydice, Winston and Julia, or Gatsby and Daisy? Was it predestined for them to commit to a lifetime… Continue reading Extremity
________________________________________________________ It does seem as though growing up means finding out who you can depend readily and who will abandon you in your times of need. I want to and will do anything to start over again. Even if it means losing what little I still have in my hands because what's still bound to… Continue reading Clean Slate
My mother always read to me As I lay in bed She left me dreams of carriages And white knights in my sleep I grew up waiting For boys to sweep me off my feet A few did But the falls were hard and deep It always ends No matter the time and date But… Continue reading Damsel In Distress
|| Exclamation || There was a boy across the street When I was just 5 summers old All I knew was that he had eyes the colour of my blanky And a smile which placed my heart on hold. He was a mixture of cookie dough With a dash of all things that tasted like lollipops… Continue reading Goodbye
|| Adverb || An avalanche of sleepless nights An avenue of 3am city lights I lie in bed pondering of things that only poets write Like whether you are doing alright - a.h. ________________________________________________________ I wrote a piece a long, long time ago with the same title. A year later, I'm still asking the same… Continue reading Ça va?
|| Noun || I thought you loved by surges I thought you cared endless I thought you knew no wrongs I thought me your muse and your canvas I thought we played music through silence I thought about breakfasts and lifelong I thought thoughts were never reckless Well I know now, I thought wrong -… Continue reading Relativity