I saw birds
in the sky.
I wanted to
join them but
I can't fly.
Sometimes I feel
low, and I
just want to cry.
My smile, for
you see it
Cause my soul
I look for
a glimpse of
Monday 24th June 2013 6:35 pm
Tuesday 30th April 2013 7:40 pm
Withered flowers fastened to a wasting bench,
Its plaque and pickled paint are weathered long.
The buckled slats curl flecks on harshest winter's freeze.
Where age defies intent to which it did belong.
As passers-by whom in their daily cues entrenched,
They, wrapped in woolen shields, look blindly on
And notice not the broken petals on the breeze,
Nor sense the echo of a parted an...
Tuesday 26th March 2013 11:51 am
I lie and let the waves wrap 'round my feet,
As midnight skies perform the second act,
Where black and blue so effortlessly meet
And force the waters cold around my back.
I feel the sand bequeath my buried toes;
To let the grit defy my sodden skin
And as the open door to my soul grows
I let the frothy waters trickle in.
The moonbeams push my head into a daze
And buckle up the ...
Tuesday 5th March 2013 10:57 am
The membrane of your soul is as
fragile as a butterfly’s wing as
delicate as a spider’s web as
beautiful as a swansong as
intricate as a concerto but as
vulnerable as a sonata
as caring as a doting mother as
tender as a lover as
colourful as a paint palette as
defensive as a lion as
protective as a bunker but still,
the membrane of y...
Monday 4th March 2013 10:29 am