Out of the corner of my eye, You rushed in Like an eccentric, oddly Reflecting little of your truths. And so, in front of me Was a bowl of acquired taste, So s t i c k y and soft, So strange and prickly On my taste buds; It wasn’t unpleasant. A new experience forContinue reading “Natto”
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To the boy I had loved before
I hope this letter finds you well. I don’t mean to open old wounds, and I’m not sure whether this is appropriate. I feel like the conversation we had on the train ride home was somewhat cut short and I was happy to leave it there, but maybe it was because I buried it underContinue reading “To the boy I had loved before”
I Can Fly
On sunny days we run around our garden Chasing butterflies near the flowers, Because we want to do that too – We want to be free and fly. So when I sit on the swing, I call for my mum – She pushes me like a strong wind So I can fly very high inContinue reading “I Can Fly”
Piggybank
Every day my dad comes home from work I give him a big tight hug, He hugs me back with a smile, And pulls out change from his pocket. He tells me to put it in my piggy bank, But sometimes I’m allowed to spend money On snacks at the school canteen Because he spoilsContinue reading “Piggybank”
Chicken and Corn Soup
When my head gets hot, And my voice won’t come out, And I can’t get out of bed, My mum makes me chicken and corn soup. It’s like a magical potion That’s not like yucky medicine; It’s yummy and soothes my throat, And makes my days in bed a little better.
The Nighttime
My bed is full of stuffed toys; Lots of cute faces and squishy bodies, That keep me safe at night From the monsters under my bed. Sometimes scary things creep up in the dark, But I know I am safe Because they are right beside me, And I know I am not alone.
Melancauliflower
If you could describe Sadness, What would she look like? Perhaps, she is the lady in black Holding onto her grievances, Telling herself that she still lives Yet, carries around a carcass Unassuming and unknowing. Perhaps, she is the little girl Who saw her dog pass in her arms, In denial of the accident atContinue reading “Melancauliflower”
Under the Sun
For someone who thinks time goes too fast, It’s going way too slow. The cowardly sun retreats Behind clouds for days, Leaving me here, in bed, Staring at the ceiling Wishing for the day to end. I don’t want to work, It’s raining outside And I can’t bring myself to Put on a customer serviceContinue reading “Under the Sun”
Love is…
Only a fool believes Love is weakness or strength, exclusively. The bane of one’s existence, Blinded by rays of false security, Without admitting it dictates strength, When selfless and honest. Only a fool believes Love can only be between lovers. To remember a special moment And occasionally spoil another, To look back after an argumentContinue reading “Love is…”
Little Boy Pride
Little Boy Pride Makes a name in vain, Eyed by cohorts of envy And classes of shallow lamenters. In rooms of achievement, Silent sneers concealed By his Shadow – Expectation fueled his desire. Anglican choir; still sins remain, Peaks of misgivings And Pride’s bane. Girls’ eyes glint of curiosity, Puppets of greed for stability ToContinue reading “Little Boy Pride”
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