Misty.

If my thoughts were objects they’d be contorted, morphed into an altered form; alike a cloud or mist that hovers… solely isolated. If my tears could be collated they’d form a stream of regret, a river of all I wish could be realiterated. If my feelings were on a canvas they’d be the merge of…

[Poem]: Untrustworthy.

I invested my trust in you, confined all in privacy with nowhere else to turn. You betrayed me, left in trepidation of the unknown. You apprised rumours, more rapidly than the waves of a stormy ocean can thrash. My eyes weld with tears, embarrassed to confess the taunting. With time we trod opposing paths, I…

[Poem]: Revival.

Slumped half between the blankets a flocculency that no longer provides comfort: a hindrance from suppressing restrictive emotions. A fleer is raised, soon to diminish upon inflicted thoughts. Over analysing every aspect whether immersed in twilight or sunrays they thrive and persist, until his hand settles on your shoulder. Finally revived by the soul who…

[Poem]: In Hope.

It feels as if you’re gradually falling; as you ponder every detail, every moment all within in few minutes but repetitively. Your head whirls & aches from the tears or constant thoughts. You anticipate the ceasing of the sunlight, for the darkness can bring silence; yet knowing well that the night could also hinder the…

[Blogmas] Day 17: [Poem] – Festivities.

Content among the comforting festivities, warmed by a woolen muffler & mulled wine. Lights gleam: draping above the Christmas markets. Carols inducing the smiles of passers-by. Thy kisses upon my hand: symbolic of your joyousness. The unacquainted unite over the inflicted ambiance as a merry-go-round whirls in rays of Moonlight.

[Poem]: Night’s Silence.

Laying beside your loved one, tears welling in your eyes. Staying close, breaths and heartbeats insync. You are in utter happiness, yet internally pained by worries. Thoughts of the unknown days to come. Love can heal, unless there is night’s silence. The mind can speak louder than words. Reconnecting hands, mind’s brawl fades.

In that second.

The icy breeze howled past,partially distracted by engaging in a tête-à-tête. Blanketed by a monochrome cashmere checkered scarf, eyes directed toward the snow dusted ground which dwindled fast. The sky a tinge of Cobalt and Amber, the crescent moon gleaming through Autumn’s spacious, rust coloured leaves. The air scented with roasted coffee and cologne.  In that…

[Poem]: Autumn evening.

Arms interlinked like a necklace, footsteps in perfect symmetry. Following the night lights which glimmer, illuminating their smiling faces. Captivated by the tranquillity of a Japanese water feature, still huddling side-by-side in seek of warmth. He guides her, trusting his intuition: she feels safe and content. Sitting across from eachother in a patisserie, hands enclasped…

[Poem]: Lucky.

Completely engaged with the lyrics that you sing, if only you knew of the utter joy your presence can bring. Calm & content within the confinement of your embrace, gazing into each other’s eyes as you caress my face. Days turn to months since I’ve felt blessed with your care, a ceasing to thesedays is…

[Poem]: Conflicting.

Simultaneously pressured with restrictive emotions, alongside a mind fog of emptiness. A longing to be caressed to restore self-worth, held in the mould of their arms: symbolic that you’re their world. Eyes interlocked feeling whole for a fleeting moment before negatively pondering every aspect over lukewarm tea. Days wither by, the careness for them intensifies…

‘Away with the Fairies’.

The day dreamers captivated by ideas and thoughts. Staring into thin air, appearing deranged or full of dispair. Some become depleated,  skin a pale merge of a pearlescent white and stormy grey as concerns and procrastination takes over their being. Mind full of speculation  occasionally pulsating with colours which are reminiscent of happiness and love….

[Poem]: Comfortable.

I wouldn’t desire to live another way, laying beside you is where I must stay. Protected by your presence dowst in your essence. It’s too effortless to write about you. I wonder, is your mind often infused with me too? I’m merely a spectator in your shadow who has been impailed in the heart by…

[Poem]: Finding strength.

Its pathetic. I miss you when you’re gone, no matter how brief the hours are. I want nothing more than for you to grow as a person, so I must find strength to let you fly. I mustn’t regard it as an involuntary act of being alone, rather the encouragement to let you fulrish; succeeding…

[Poem]: Throughout the Autumn nights.

The Sapphire tinted sky casts over the cities and fields around midnight. Stars barely gleam through the fogginess. Deep Cyan ripples glint through the sparse clusters of clouds. Foxes scamper athwart the dewy fields to unfamiliar grounds whilst the overactive minds of the anxious flood with worriness; constricted by thought, turning beneath the blankets which…

[Poem]: To be loved.

I remember the first time you told me you loved me.  My heart melted & I felt compelled toward you.  My love for you then started to bloom.  It grew intensely, no matter how many thorns you had.  These feelings haven’t ceased; I’m sure they never will.  The promise I did make, can never break….

The days of Hibiscus & Rose: Part 2.

Blossoming. With a blink of an eye, Springtime had arrived. May’s efforts at the school she worked at had finally been recognised, rewarding her with a new role and responsibilities. She was fully immersed in her work life, still tired, yet feeling comfortable and satisfied with the direction in which she was heading. The people…

The days of Hibiscus & Rose.

The days of Hibiscus & Rose As children, we’re eager to grow up fast. We anticipate that life as an adolescent or adult will bring a multitude of high-class career opportunities which will allow us to own whatever we please whenever we desire it. At such times of immaturity we assume that life events will…

Read with coffee: Behind the Garden gate.

Ebony and Lilly fixated there eyes upon a gate which surely wasn’t any taller than a meter and a half. The metal hinges and hoop door handle had become a rusty orange; the wood of the gate itself had become worn and chiped, almost rotting from the persisting remainance of dampness. The gate seemed visually…

[Poem]: Out of the shadows.

In a world fall of dark shadows, you are my savior the angel who beholds the light of desire. In the coldness, you are the warmth which resinates even after the whisper of simple words. In times of sadness, the yearning to be in your embrace ignites as the imprints in my mind begin to…