2016

5th March, 2016 -11:05pm

There is something so beautifully enchanting about a flame.
Maybe it is the vivid array of colours. Maybe it is the power it holds.
Yet, I believe what draws me to it is the constancy.

It just burns. It keeps burning. It dances about, yet it still burns.
It stays in that one place if you let it.

It knows that it has potential.
When it receives the chance to grow, it leaps up at it with arms open wide.
It needs fuel to burn, and it shall keep burning with a consistency that can beat no other.

A flame without fuel is as good as a hot summer’s day without water.
Please hold on tight to your fuel.
For a person without a love for anything will amount to nothing.

18th December, 2016 – 5:44pm

It hurts me to put this polaroid away
The captured memory of a happy day
But the weather is now bleak and so are our hearts
Misplaced the sisterhood we swore would never break apart
The hope I possess is fading into white
Where everything looks the same, alone and bright
Bright beams of light reflect all of my mistakes
The goodness in myself the light is there to take
And at the end of the day all I can see
Is the smallest amount of worth glaring back at me
The worth I trashed with my actions and words
The worth I worked hard to find, both mine and yours
Now all of it is empty, filled with regrets
Of the way I acted and my ever growing debt
So I slot the polaroid into a book that nobody has seen
Hoping to be reminded of what we shared and where we have been
The places of happiness, the joy, and the tears
And the way that you helped me conquer my fears
Remembering how special you were to me
Now a misplaced friendship, lost out at sea

20th May, 2016 – 12:22am

lust to be alone
create a sullen home
set up a swing in the sky
mind enslaving itself to ideas of blank canvases
perfection, a slave
to the mind’s awful game
confidence undermined with fear
fear for love
fear my plight
the strangers kiss the stars goodnight
dead tonight
head alight
that star’s too bright!
you disillusioned life
she died too long ago
you missed the flashing lights
that starry beautiful night
distracted from the darkness
the stars distract the time
the light deceives the mind
they’re all dead
whisper it to the ground
confuse the night
change it’s mind
confuse the words
dance over the skies of sound
the ‘dead’ dreams of mine are alive
exploring illusions of perfection
how enslaved to the sky shall I be?
fakery, hanging upon belief
understand things for me
whisper your soul to the night
whisper it to me tonight.