Grief shared or personal is intense and potent a bolt from the blue it strikes universally without any reservationsA dark ominous cloud it descends … Grief – A Long Journey My mum’s quite the poet. She’s writing after quite some time and I would be thrilled if you could stop by her blog and show… Continue reading Grief – A Long Journey
The belligerent rise of a mid riff blouse, a slice of skin, the hint of spine – what causes scandal – the wicked hem of satin skirt, the threatening plunge of a v–neck shirt, deliberate failure to conform to established norm – what makes me defiant – disapproving nods, unshaken resolve, the cheek to never… Continue reading Lessons In Defiance
If flesh could consummate The friction between souls No heart would ever dream To burn in love again. ~By: Tanya~ Images: Pinterest Title Inspiration: Firestones, Kygo
The wind hit her with an unexpected intensity. Arms crossed, she tried to break contact but it was too late. As the cold waves unabashedly progressed further down the buttons of her dress, she could feel the heaviness in the air condensing in her chest. Walking past the gleaming lights of designer stores and chic… Continue reading Oblivion
As I look up at the midnight sky, I can feel your thoughts floating through mine As I walk to your shores drowning in waves of you once again I recall All the patterns I knew like the back of my hand, now lost, washed away with the tides Starry nights glimmering in your eyes,… Continue reading Supernova Unplugged – A Prequel
A nebula of forlorn atoms suspended in the dark, you have set ablaze the slumbering galaxies of my soul. Once I lay wilting in the debris of lost love, now I shine brightest in the safe haven of celestial arms. The craters dug deep into my heart are now filled, the blown pieces of me… Continue reading Supernova Unplugged
When hearts took flight Love gently perched On feathers floating by And paced towards the heavens Forever blotting skies. (Tonight it rains love on you and I.)
It’s been a week of blanks. Words come, words go and nothing. All my attempts at writing have been fair and square unproductive and at best I can rhyme cat with rat. Desperate times call for desperate measures aka Neil Gaiman, the book in question “American Gods”. I have this bad habit of flipping through… Continue reading Big Bold Blank
Her pretty ruins crawled back together to form a magnificent memorial. A crumb of bones transformed into something monumental. To mark her grave, a wreath conceived from her own remains – pink petals of Elysian tissue and flesh strewn together to adorn her cenotaph. A tomb of beautiful wreckage, she wore her brokenness like a… Continue reading Beautiful Remains
Keep pouring your stars into my darkness as I think of lost galaxies in borrowed light. (We are all reflections of misplaced light.) Image – Pinterest
