As I’m sat here in my flimsy foldable chair, Modestly under-dressed for a mildly chilly night, The moon clearly gleams and beams in the sky. Half of July has gone by, and yet, I am still thinking about last December; I witnessed the Geminids under a different full moon, And in a bout of personalContinue reading “Buck Full Moon”
Tag Archives: prose
I Need Help
Something has me in a chokehold. It has occupied my brain and taken over like a parasitic worm, and it’s all I can think about—or perhaps, it’s more accurate to say it’s all I want to think about right now. After all, it feels like a shiny and new beam of hope that seemingly cameContinue reading “I Need Help”
May You Burn Under a Thousand Suns
Pretty face, innocent eyes, and gentle smile, Your cunning draws them in like a sly serpent, Slithering with the amusing spirit of a gypsy Wandering in the wilderness of the world, Possessing a disposition that is, oh so deceitful. Your captivating smile lures in your prey, Tempting men from their dutiful posts Like a harlotContinue reading “May You Burn Under a Thousand Suns”
It’s Just a Flightless Bird
On some wintry morning, I saw a bird on my front lawn. It was a very still bird with greyish feathers and a strange demeanour. A flightless bird. One who had scattered feathers everywhere around it on the green grass. An upside-down bird. Curiously and soundly asleep among the everyday happenings of a Wednesday. ButContinue reading “It’s Just a Flightless Bird”
I get to sleep in my own bed
Tonight I get to sleep in my own bed, A small privilege I often overlook And very much take for granted, Welcomes me back into its fold Of striped pillows and scattered blankets. The goose down keeps me warm As winter begins to steal away daylight; And whether I float away into sweet dreams OrContinue reading “I get to sleep in my own bed”
Please Keep It To Yourself
I never asked for this. You took my silence As an outstretched hand, An invisible offering you saw, To tell unsolicited tales Of your failed romances When I am but a stranger to you. When fragile threads of yours grew thin,Why weigh my sleeve with your despair? Your self-sufficient delusions Mistook politeness for a sign,TheContinue reading “Please Keep It To Yourself”
Not all men
I have been told, Not all men are like that, It’s just him. But of course, I know better Because I don’t want to be hurt again. Not all men… Just the ones Who protect the wrong people, The ones who make excuses, But he’s my oldest friend/brother/or whatever, And the miserable ones Who parrotContinue reading “Not all men”
Men Loving Women Is My Favourite Trope
Romance novels are bestsellers for a reason. They offer an escape, an immersion into lives far removed from our own. There are so many tropes found in romance novels that it’s hard to keep track. From childhood sweethearts, and golden retriever boy and black cat girl, to fake relationships, and enemies to lovers, there isContinue reading “Men Loving Women Is My Favourite Trope”
(Not) sorry, I don’t date cowards
Sometimes I struggle to offer gentle words When bitter repeat offences occur, But then I recall Jesus also flipped tables In the temples, causing quite a stir. We turn the other cheek in the face of adversity, It’s loving rebuke we’re never taught well, You avoided what was necessary for repair, Blaming me for makingContinue reading “(Not) sorry, I don’t date cowards”
Stray Thoughts and Broken Dreams
As I searched through the mountain of untouched memos in my phone for writing inspiration, I came across a note from a very long time ago. It was titled, ‘Feelings to sort through later’. And I am sad to be reminded about how long I suffered. I suppose it is the birthright of people likeContinue reading “Stray Thoughts and Broken Dreams”
水 