If the past two weeks of my life were a bowl of cereal, It would be as if a toddler had grabbed All the different types of cereal from the pantry And added every single one to his bowl; And he would clumsily spill a little Onto the countertop each time he went back forContinue reading “Cereal Mix”
Author Archives: Jaimee
Summer Rain
The seasons changed from spring to summer During a festivity of gift-giving and family drama. It was a typical Australian Christmas, Full of temperamental weather and no sun in sight. Who decided on such a gloomy season That was supposed to be full of joy and no plight? I expected a summer of grandeur underContinue reading “Summer Rain”
Happier
Lately, I’ve been thinking about something that seems to have been eating away at me for a while. It’s this feeling of being too much. My friends tell me, You’re not high maintenance. And I see it in their eyes that they mean it. Why was I so convinced otherwise? Well, it’s simple really. YouContinue reading “Happier”
I Can’t Complain
Yesterday, I was unhappy About the girl I saw in the mirror, But ignored the physical flaws In favour of an extraordinary day Overflowing with joyous celebration. I was anxious having to wait For a car that never came, And needing to find A new way to the room Of happy eyes and masked smiles.Continue reading “I Can’t Complain”
The Window to the Sky
As a new beginning dawned On a beach where we once stood, During the dark hues of a dusk, Where the stars were shy And the waters, mysterious. We smiled at each other And greeted the cloudy sky. Like a young heartbeat, the window to the sky slowly flickered a pale yellow. To know yourContinue reading “The Window to the Sky”
Strawberry Milk
FADE IN: INT. SUBURBAN HOMES – NIGHT WE OPEN on Discord. Four friends sit at their computers, in contrastingly lit rooms, chatting with each other on a voice channel with their cameras on. While doing their own things, they talk about foods they miss eating and stumble into an argument over the best flavour ofContinue reading “Strawberry Milk”
Lifetimes
In the short and fleeting years of my life, I have lived many lifetimes. When I was young, I climbed the roof of my home, Searching for something more exciting To see or hear or do, Only to realise there isn’t much. Yet, I continued to search And climbed trees as high as the skyContinue reading “Lifetimes”
Je suis là
As the night calls for sleep, Usually, I make a home Under the covers of my bed And say a small prayer, Maybe about the world Or for someone I know, And say goodnight. But lately, my body Fights the urge to sleep, And I stubbornly insist, Just five more minutes, To spend time withContinue reading “Je suis là”
Marble Grey
If you asked me what I see when I look at you, I’d stifle an awkward smile and cast downward eyes. A little boy lost amongst the trees—a forest of expectation, temptation you so desperately crave could never quite reach anyone’s ears. This snippet was part of a poem I wrote long ago, and IContinue reading “Marble Grey”
Honey Yellow
I remember the first time I met you—it was at an event just before I started university. You introduced yourself to me in the reserved and polite way that you do, espousing that little bit of bubbliness which many people notice and, I’m sure, admire about you. It wasn’t until a few months later thatContinue reading “Honey Yellow”
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