I remember hearing about you in my second year of university, and seeing you every so often. I don’t believe we talked at all but I knew you seemed like a cool person. Like a gingerbread brown, you are a colour that doesn’t really stand out too much – you’re not loud and you aren’tContinue reading “Gingerbread Brown”
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Champagne Pink
As I use what little time I have now to reflect and write, I wonder what it would have been like to never have met you. The question of going back and changing the past always presents a can of worms; I guess I wouldn’t know what I’d be missing out on. But, I thinkContinue reading “Champagne Pink”
Coffee
He wandered around alleyways, Searching for the place Of their rendezvous. Like a dead man walking, He inched into the hidden café And inhaled the caffeinated aroma As if it were a drug, Breathing in the scent And perking up like a puppet.
Look Up At The Stars
Look up at the stars They’re like pieces of art Floating above the ground The air was cool and the night was dark, at least, away from where we found ourselves; away from the blinding lights of the gazebo decorated with warm fairy lights. Waiting for the last of us to arrive, we mused atContinue reading “Look Up At The Stars”
A line per person (#4theboys)
Like a stunned mullet, Aidan puzzled over the pronunciation of schnitzel for the thirteenth time that day. In his embarrassment, everyone laughed a good laugh and continued on with their nonsensical conversation, Wondering over the little details of the night, high on dark chocolate. I took off my jacket because the room was warmer thanContinue reading “A line per person (#4theboys)”
Shadows of the Night
Out of the corner of wary eyes, Any sudden movement Caught fearful glances, Making way for cautious footsteps And irrational apprehension. They kept in every urge to scream With every shadow that passed, Holding their breath tightly, Leaving each word Of meaningful conversation, To be halted by muffled gasps And small leaps to safer ground.
Chasing Dreams
My eyelids feel the weight of many hours researching and writing, reading and listening, and many more thoughts and duties. Tomorrow will be the same, only worse. The clock ticks over to eleven And curtains fall on another day, Lights still on in their eyes Even though the show Had come to an end. LethargicContinue reading “Chasing Dreams”
Breath of Life
You are the one who Breathed life into us, Shaping us from the dust, Turning us into something more Than unformed jars of broken clay. You placed us In different parts of the world, Purposed for greater things We could never fathom, Yet, we toss and turn, And break our bodies, And insist we knowContinue reading “Breath of Life”
Hiccups
I feel a pop in my stomach And slight unease – bubbling From unhealthy food choices. My mouth – talks And ears listen to the noise, Yet, puffs of air stop – stories In my tracks. But every word I say, I find you listen and smile, Even after small – jumps In rhythmic rhetoric,Continue reading “Hiccups”
Out in the Open
Why do words feel looser on the tongue When night falls and stars shine? Is it because the air flirts with your lungs Without the baggage of an intrusive day, And busy thoughts? I feel the grass under my fingertips, I see the stars shine when the clouds disperse, And I hear your voice amongContinue reading “Out in the Open”
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