A poem about change.
A poem I wrote about how it is to see yet not feel.
A poem about a conversation that isn't going so well because the narrator is clouded by insecurity.
A poem about a friendship that is superficial and even though it seems like its going somewhere, it foundation is not solid and so it doesn't last.
I love you I said To the girl on the other Side of the glass frame A reflective sinner Her mouth formed my words Like a silent answer It quelled my unease Maybe life could be lighter So I turned around To start my day A feeling of happiness Filling my head … Continue reading mirrored.
Tell me that you love me, And leave me free. Don't hold me back. Make me feel the need, To be another person, To make you happy. Tell me that you love me, And leave me alone. Don't cling on like an octopus, Never letting go. Tell me that you love me, And … Continue reading Tell me that you love me
Hey, I read a poetry challenge somewhere which said to write a poem about love without using the word love. So, this is my attempt.... Hope you like it.
Sometimes I decide to really sit down and listen to music.. You know, really get into it. Today was one of those days and while listening I had one of those philosophical truth bombs that sometimes, randomly explode in my head. As I was listening to the music and getting really into it, I started … Continue reading Echoes and sounds : the great philosophical truth
What does it really mean to be a pushover? Are we the people that never stand up for ourselves? Are we the people that can't? Or, are we those that are scared of everything else? Those questions define pushovers don't they, scared, submissive and irrelevant. Easy to bend easy to break. People don't understand other … Continue reading The pushover revisited!
The night goes on with groaning terror, And every creak I hear, Makes me shiver. The blankets can't hide, The monsters in my mind. Like ravaging beasts, They feed on me every night. My sleep is restless, My dreams untrue, And every time I wake up I see a shadow... Or two. My dry lips … Continue reading The night.