Tuesday, 10 November 2015
Wednesday, 5 February 2014
Friday, 10 January 2014
My lips quiver at the thought of you
This wild thing in my chest thuds appropriately
I know not what I have passed up on
The chance at future happiness perhaps?
Or maybe the failure of a love refused?
Thoughts of fairytale endings no longer preoccupy my mind
There is no prince charming
The end of the rainbow is simply mist
And I shall continue to exist without you.
Tuesday, 16 July 2013
Sunday, 3 February 2013
Sunday, 23 December 2012
back and forth they float before me.
Whispering, always whispering.
A lonesome owl calls out in the distance,
chasing the moon until the sun begins to rise.
Up into the sky, bringing forth life.
Day is for the living,
night is for the dead.