From the darkest black To the brightest blue -- That's how a sunrise changes the sky. At the same time, It makes me smile And makes me cry, As well as strum the chords Of my heart to poetry. We make do with a sunset Because we can't afford To watch a sunrise. Until we [...]
Category: Writing
In Poetry
In poetry, We bare a part Of our soul For all to see. In poetry, We string together Emotions in words As beautifully as can we. In poetry, We find solace Even when the world outside Might difficult be. In poetry, Live on the poets Of yesterday In the life of today free. In poetry, [...]
Who am I to Judge You?
Who am I to judge you? What you have done Or not done? What you have said Or not said? Do I know you that well? Everything you went through And survived? Everything you never saw coming And yet battled? What even if I knew you too well? All your scars From top to bottom? [...]
Today’s Tiny Tale: Valentine’s Gift
"No gifts for you this time. Only I," said he. "Fine, but then I want all of you," said she.
Seasons
It was spring. New breezes blew. New flowers blossomed. New was it all around But in her heart. It was summer. Hot loo lurked. Hot sweats ran down. Hot was it all around But in her heart. It was autumn. Dense gales gathered pace. Dense leaves fell non-stop. Dense was it all around But in [...]
Today’s Tiny Tale: Sweet Misunderstanding
"Take my hand," he said. "Take my heart," she heard. She happily did and hasn't returned it since.
Happy Birthday, Baby Girl
My birthday gift To myself Is this poem. It is a wish Of love, Of happiness. It is a promise Of steadfast support Through thick and thin. It is a token That will endure Many years hence. It is I Telling myself, "Happy birthday, baby girl."
Today’s Tiny Tale: When Hate Got Over
He hated her with all his heart. One day, the hate got all used up. Now he was only left with love for her.
That Old College Sweatshirt
There is something Surprisingly warm About that old college sweatshirt That makes me wear it Multiple times at home, After all these years. That something is nostalgia. There is something Inexplicably beautiful About that dull grey colour That I otherwise don't favour, Calling it too drab For my otherwise colourful wardrobe. That something is nostalgia. [...]
Today’s Tiny Tale: Endgame
They kept choosing different directions. But the paths kept leading to the other. They were each other's endgame.
