Welcome to my blog
Welcome to my blog,
Full of what I call my passion.
Taking photographs and writing poems,
And going for the things my heart is stashin'.
For what you see is not only a blog,
It's a view into my soul,
This is how I express feelings and desires,
And for the world to realize that I exist is only but my goal.
Friday, 7 December 2012
Saturday, 24 November 2012
Love is such a strange expression.
A word that can differ in meaning.
A difference in souls or minds,
Can decide the way we're leaning.
It can even change just by the shift of season,
Something by natural instinct.
But evolution has changed us,
Made thoughts so very distinct.
As much as love can bring joy,
It can also bring sorrow and loneliness.
It can make you want to get away,
Running from the unattainable coziness.
Some become desperate,
Others just give up.
Some find replacements,
If food or money in a cup.
Love has been a gift to me,
Though at times a riddle to solve.
So please spear me your ungrateful words,
Their mistakes could never devolve.
I'd like to make my own story,
Carve the words into a tree.
Spell it out big and bold:
Wednesday, 7 November 2012
But it happened.
And maybe it was meant to be.
You were my guilty pleasure.
I drank from the forbidden, dark fountain.
I was a rebel and you were my devil.
You're blood was thickened with poison, you were controlled,
And I was lead, into your arms.
The ones that held me the way I liked.
But you strangled the warmth and left me in the cold.
But the more I gather my strength, the weaker you get.
And my guilt is gone,
Gone too is the pleasure,
Left by the shore,
Of the hurt I fled to avoid.
Saturday, 3 November 2012
ticks me frightened.
It ticks to the beat of my heart.
For every tick,
I take a breath,
Evolving, just like art.
For every rush, busy lives,
Go on without a thought.
We don't stop to think,
About every blink,
Which is maybe what we aught.
Because every wave shapes a stone,
Into what we see today;
The stone of power,
The stone of time,
The stone of life's way.
Saturday, 22 September 2012
Monday, 17 September 2012
You'd grown and now your legs were too long.
You'd worked out so now you were much too strong.
It's been so long since I've looked in your wardrobe.
So long since I've smelt that scent full of time.
The worn clothes that remind me that you are mine.
But I've changed too.
In ways you wouldn't even know.
I've truly missed you though.
I used to be scared of change.
That I would wake up and the sea would be silver and white.
Movement and life gone in the night.
But I've learned that whatever will be, will be.
And that a new light reflected in the sky, might set me free.
Wednesday, 12 September 2012
Sunday, 9 September 2012
Friday, 7 September 2012
Wednesday, 5 September 2012
I was thinking, is she going to stop soon?
But she glared at it all night,
And waited for it all day,
What was she going to say?
But it carried on,
For weeks on end,
My mind span, thinking,
Was this life her only friend?
The moon became worried,
Thinking that this was obscure.
How could such a fine girl,
Say not a word,
He wasn't sure.
So one night,
He gently asked,
What is with your presence?
Time has passed, when will this commence."
With a single twitch
And a slight move of her head,
She continued to glare,
As if almost dead.
But the moon wandered on,
"Are you fascinated by the chiming of the wind through the leaves?
Was your soul taken by the night thieves?"
She looked down,
It was clear her thoughts were turning,
But she looked up once again,
This time with an innocent smile and a sense of yearning.
The night turned silent and we listened with a wide ear.
Slightly hearing her lips part, which words would appear?
But instantly she regret,
Looked around desperately for an escape,
Saw a path between the trees,
And disappeared through the landscape.
Never did we see the girl again.
Never did her pretty wide eyes appear.
We still remember her today,
As the girl so fascinated but distracted by her shy fear.