Life is a strange thing: we’ve all been thrust into it without having much say, and sometimes events seem to be whirling around so quickly we hardly have time to breathe. The same as you, I’ve been around for a while now—and at times the happenings around me have compelled me to put them down upon paper, and whatever this digital ‘paper’ is.
Some things in life are hard to chart
As much as economics would like to disagree
My head was pierced by a dart
Filling it with anxiety
This went on and on until I was wholly lost
In constant distress and pain
My life was shell-shocked, all was paused
Would it ever be the same?
Now, years on
My heart is healing
My head was wrong:
It was scared of feeling.
Let winter be one of joy
And the rain bring you a smile
Fear not being coy
You have walked many a mile.
Walking along the wheat-lined path
The future smiles in the wind
The past orchestrates and plays its wrath
As the singing breeze begins to din
Question-marks sprout like giant beanstalks
Impaling the clouds, making them bleed
Tears of pasts and presents walk
Hand-in-hand in this great deed
Sunshine on the trees creaks to a standing halt
As all the paths in front of me split and veer
The fields open up an infinite vault
They have my horse backing up to the rear
Perhaps they mean no ill deed
Perhaps they just line the road
Perhaps my heart will be joyful
Accepting the way without greed.
Picking up the seeds I sowed
And the leave questions unanswered
As they waft away in the summer wind.
Wisps of cloud
like tongues of fire
rushing silently overhead
O the beauty
of the world outside
our own heads
Seeds of grass
like grains of sand
grow silently under our feet
O the beauty
of the world
when we care to look down
Treebuds
like wrapped bubbles
waiting to burst
O the magic
of spring
when we open our eyes.
Rip your hair out;
punch the wall
bang your head
till your ears fall
You’re writing an essay
it’s sunny outside
your teacher gave you a weekend deadline
it’s time you cried.
I empathise with those of us who feel
the world on top of our shoulders
who feel things others don’t
who feel all the beauty and ugliness
found in this resplendent world.
Such a funny sentence
What does it mean
Where is nowhere
and where can I find it?
Is it where the trees stopped growing
and the oil slicks stopped spilling
Is it where there is peace
and love amongst all?
Looking through the courtyard
My gaze is drawn
To the two unclothed people
Frolicking in their kitchen
Wondering if they know
They are putting on a show
For my neighbours and I
Leaves me enough time to conclude
Perhaps time for a hot and steamy
cuppa tea
Questions swirling in my mind
Questions stirring swirling my stomach
anxieties of anxieties
and of my sensitive nature
lead me to question
lead me to doubt
a great deal.
Even if I wonder, even
if the anxiety whooshes in
even if I doubt
I know, I feel
I am at home with you
Even if I’m unsure
even if the doubts rush in
even if I’m not at home with myself
I’m at home with you.
Opened up with a sentence
A deep-seated discomfort looms
Elephant in a china shop
Breaking the fragile state of mind
But it’s followed by the sweet honey of comfort
Dripping in between the cracks
Filling the seams
And making me whole again.
Home, tugging at my heartstrings Home, slipping away into the dark Home, why don’t I know what my heart sings Home, why does every step miss the mark? As the clouds cover all below Shrouding memories in mist Thinking of the thoughts in tow All the things I might've missed Questioning my happiness Wondering what home I miss And doubting my sadness Longing for my beloved’s kiss. Onwards I go, alone but not lonely As the way forward becomes clear My darling, I know that only Want you to be by my side, my dear.