Don’t hold someone underwater
only to beg them not to drown.
thoughts
Define: Innocence
Original WritingInnocence is seeing everything for what it is, not what it’s supposed to be.
Blossoming
Original PoetryI filled the void in my heart with flowers
and others could only stand and watch
as my soul blossomed.
The Compass Faces North
Original PoetryMy heart is a compass,
forever pointing north.
It just so happens
that North is
exactly where you are standing.
Rain
Original WritingYesterday it rained,
and a thousand weeping souls flooded the city.
The sky was dark as if the end was nigh and all I could think about was how the tears of these souls echoed the aching emptiness in my heart after you said goodbye.
A Goodbye Nod
Original PoetryThe sign from God
came far too late,
a goodbye nod,
the heartbreak.
Simplicity is Agony
Original PoetryA kiss on the cheek
Staying apart for a long week
Simplicity is beauty
but it is agonising.
A Waltz of Shivers
Original PoetryOn an autumn morning when the sun is just beginning to rise,
and mist still suffocates the air with its veiled blanket of moisture,
a chill caresses your body as you are exposed to the raw cold.
This feeling of goosebumps crawling across my skin
and shivers waltzing down my spine
is sort of how I feel when I’m around
you.
Oh, My Love
Original PoetryOh, my love,
if ever you feel like stars do not quite
shine bright enough,
or the sea is too deep for you,
or you are suffocating in
the silence around you,
remember me.
For I will risk all I have
to rescue you.
I will paint the moon into the sky,
just to see her reflected in your eyes.
I will help you swim, and I will
keep you afloat even when you tire.
Oh, my love,
remember me.
Remember that.
What I Think Of, When I Think Of Him
Original WritingWhen I think of him, the first thing that comes to mind is the intoxicating sensation of being high. High on life, on love, on him. His lips are something I crave at 8am and at 11.30pm. His touch is something I miss the most in the sun-dazzled haze of a lazy summer’s afternoon. The soft caress of seduction brushing across my lips over and over again, a hand tracing its fingertips up my leg, a smile through the kiss. When I think of his eyes, I think of a soft summer sunset married with hues of honey. I’m subconsciously aware that I might drown in the ocean of his being, yet I’ll readily dive into the deep despite not quite knowing how to swim. During the day, I want to rip my heart into shreds and watch the little pieces float around me as I look on in despair; at night, I want to put all of those pieces back together, taking no notice of the blood on my hands and the stains on the hem of my skirt. The sweet, dulcet tones of our incessant need for closeness fill the air when he nears me.
This is what I think of when I think of him.
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