You stop to think
To listen before you speak
The atmosphere consuming you
Pulling you deeper and deeper
You lose yourself
Succumbing to numbness
The deafening sound of a million mosquitos
Piercing every sound barrier
A sudden jolt of adrenaline
The wind catches your breath
You see it float away
With nothing but helplessness
Perhaps there is a way
To pull through
Or, perhaps, there is not
But this is it for now
You stop to think
To listen before you speak
Only you find yourself
Clutching on to thin air
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 5:57 PM UTC
I find myself locked
Between my flaws
In that I love too much
Yet I love too few
There's not much I can do
Than just be apologetic
But living an apologetic life
Leads to apologetic stories
So I wish to not say sorry
For I cannot change this
My flaws are my flaws
And they are what make me
This is not an apology
Just a warning
For my love is large and strong
And I cannot stop for anyone
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 3:19 PM UTC
Have you not noticed
that she changes daily?
That her words and mannerisms
Simply aren't the same?
Can you not see
That from the way she stands
It is not part of her usual
Flirtatious, provocative ways?
She used to stand tall
And walk with a confident stride
But that has been taken
Viciously, so viciously, away
She now slouches
Unable to breathe a breath
as strong as before
Waiting for the night to fall
Each day she wonders
'When will it come?' For she wishes
that her punctuation today
Will not be a full stop.
She lingers on the commas,
On the moments to break.
She wanders nearer the page edge
In hope to not reach the dreaded mark.
But she will stumble upon it
And much to her surprise
It will not be the end
For her story's only just begun.
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 11:19 AM UTC
There's something about the rain
The way it can soothe
Yet cause a storm
And is associated with sadness and pain
I usually like the rain
It takes you in
It surrounds you in its pool
It will cover you from head to toe
Its droplets land on bare skin
Unprepared for what it has to offer
But falling to you graciously
In it's tumble down
What I don't like about the rain
Is it's connotations of heartache
For it should not be this way
I visualise the rain as romantic
It enables the purest of moments
An innocent touch of people
In their hectic dash for cover
We should be like the rain
We should not settle
We should rise again
Albeit for another fall
It is not sad, the rain
As it is how we should be
Falling for each other
Landing in times of need
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 5:58 PM UTC
Who is mad?
Is it I?
But if I am mad then how aren't you?
Perhaps you are mad and I am sane
How does one know if one is sane?
How does one know if one is insane?
But is insanity a luxury?
Or is the luxury sanity?
What if one was sane but recognised the sanity as insanity?
Would one be insane then?
Or perhaps one was insane but to the eye insanity was sanity?
Would one be sane then?
What if sanity was insanity and insanity sanity?
Would the lack of clarity over insanity and sanity be but a normality?
Or is the true clarity that insanity is a normality?
For who is sane?
Is it I?
I, who dreams dreams and inner thoughts are most shy?
Who wakes when she sleeps
And sleep when she wakes?
Perhaps we are all in subdued insanity
If so isn't insanity a normality and sanity out clarity?
Or insanity is our clarity?
And sanity is a dreamed up notion for normality?
Who is mad?
Is it I?
Or the world in which there is no clarity over insanity and sanity?
And there is nothing but a formality which is normality which should or should not be insanity?
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 6:40 AM UTC
There's something more
To paper planes
Than what meets the eye;
The creases and folds
that let them fly.
Beneath the way
They swoop and soar,
Paper planes
have a tendency
To always fall.
Thankfully for us,
We can spend time
Flying up high,
Way up there,
Without a single care.
We have defied gravity
We rarely fall,
But when we do
It's never big,
Only small.
There's something satisfying
About watching paper planes.
Not knowing their journeys.
Not knowing their ways.
Just not knowing.
However we know,
We know now,
About the planes,
And exactly how
We've created a vow.
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 6:37 AM UTC
I'd far rather
Be with you
Being able to
Smell your scent
Feel your warmth
It is distinct
Unique
Only you have it
And I couldn't tell you what
It is just soothing
Suddenly I'll melt
Feeling comfortable
Being with you
A sigh of relief
There is no panic
However
Without you
There is a loneliness
Leaving me
Empty and full
Perhaps it's not so bad
And it makes
The yearning for you
Stronger
Until we meet
I'd far rather
Be with you
Than feel lonely
But if I must be lonely
I will be lonely for you
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 4:09 AM UTC
You can't cry about it.
Not now, not ever.
Your tears will be black from mascara,
Eyeliner smudges smeared across your face.
Waterfall stains like a stream erodes the river bank.
You must 'man up'.
Well who said so?
It's painful, you know,
Standing on Lego.
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 1:42 PM UTC
Warm, soapy water,
Filling a dented sheet of metal.
Heat escaping.
Slowly,
The spiralling steam surrounds you,
Smothering you.
The warm, soapy water
Is not so warm anymore.
The steam leaving you cold.
Soapy and cold,
The bubbles vanish,
Leaving a sting in your eyes.
There is no warm, soapy water.
Just a murky, cold memory.
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 10:43 AM UTC
I only believe in things because I believe in love.
I do not believe in knowledge.
I do not believe in power.
The government.
The community.
The people.
Disbelief and misunderstanding.
I believe in love.
I believe in the power of the people through love.
I believe in us because I believe in love.
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 8:11 AM UTC