you are golden,
like the sun on the sea,
you ride through me.
as the rays on a dusty window,
you shine, you shine,
reaching, making yours mine.
orange and dewy,
shine through canopies,
the warmth, your warmth,
it's growing inside me.
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 3:39 PM UTC
I can’t bear the silence between
The silence that cannot be seen
You my dear are silence between
For I can’t take the silence between
We drift apart like the silence between
Between our hearts that cannot be seen
I can’t take this silence between
For you are the silence between
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 3:39 PM UTC
My mother's waters gave me birth
and wrinkled, I came to her arms.
So, wrinkled, will I leave this earth;
beyond its sorrows and its charms.
How sorrowful and soon, the dusk
will not be held back by our cries
and I within this worn out husk
lie down again, and hope to rise.
I dream of other waters now;
where joy and love and comfort are.
Where, to pain I need never bow,
beyond some bright but distant star.
Such afterlife I'll never know,
unless I slip this earth -and go.
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 9:37 AM UTC
Alight the sun and moon are in the skies,
Attending to the passing of the great.
A burning light will leave our twinkling eyes,
With passing time, we reach the dreaded date.
And though the lights are here, the sky is dim,
The premature pathetic fallacy,
Even nature herself cannot hold in,
The blinding sorrow she too feels for thee.
And though with sadness we anticipate
Departure of a kind and bubbly friend,
We shan't forget to say, before it's late,
Goodbye, good luck, we're with you 'till the end.
And don't forget your trendy, cool nature,
Or joyful outlook which makes you so pure.
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 9:26 AM UTC
As I was standing in the rain and snow,
A striking ray of sunshine split the sky,
And spilled on me its golden honey glow,
The shining star that caught my fading eye,
And as the shadowed grey parted within,
Excluded by the incandescent light,
The brilliant and captivating grin,
Spread all across the sky to paint it bright.
As I am standing in the pelt and pour,
This blanket grey above shut out what shone,
The ghost of warmth I felt, I still feel more,
Though gentle glow I loved once now is gone.
I wait, for still my spirit does not wane,
Nor hope that I will see my sun again.
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 6:46 AM UTC
Five o'clock shower;
Perhaps, it's a bit early,
But, better than none.
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 6:19 AM UTC
Am I up early,
Or am I merely up late?
This, time will not tell.
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 6:17 AM UTC
Maybe, just one day,
I'll open my mouth, and,
not ruin it all.
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 8:33 PM UTC
self acceptance, that's the key,
the only thing to set you free.
once you look in the mirror and notice you're alright,
all your insecurities will take flight.
when you realise your heart continues to beat,
all problems will begin to fleet.
when you look in the mirror that hovers above the floor
one day you will realise you're lost,
confused and sad no more.
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 4:42 AM UTC