Rain – A Poem

It is not the rain That makes the sound. It is the collision Of water bullets beating a surface. I will always find discomfort In the sound of rain hitting my head, Drumming on the walls of my skull, Tapping on my window pane. Water holds so much power As if these droplets Are actually…

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A Song I Heard – A Poem

I found a song That is more a story With lyrics speaking more Than words But emotions. Instruments playing more Than a tune But screeching with ache Yearning to be heard Like the bow Is slicing across my skin Instead of a violin. This song transports me To the heart of another And makes me…

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Dangerous – A Poem

Did you know How dangerous it is To love A lover of words? You must love them Ferociously Passionately Delicately. Fill their days With dancing rains, Blooming stars And honey-scented cigars. Fill their hearts With potions Of emotions They never knew they could feel. Send them balloons Planted with trees To give them a wonder…

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Eventualities – A Poem

If ever I walk down memory lane There is always a place I stop and stay. Standing at the side, pondering, A ghost of the future, wondering, Watching while Fresh footprints form Just how different my life would be Had I not been too scared to turn the knob on that door. I watch her…

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Wasted Time

“I will do something today”, she thought. “I will be productive today”, she said. Sitting on a park bench to escape her stumbling mind, confused and distracted by ticking and whirring and rumbling. Usually wandering into the trap of the colours and sounds of pictures and words. “Here there is no way to be distracted”,…

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The Ship – A Poem

My heart is like a vessel And with every break it leaks. As the water gushes in, Under the heaviness, it creaks. And with every fracture The ship sinks deep below the sea. The waters that are your words Rippling waves inside me. The drowning won’t last forever though, There is always a breath of…

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The edge of a cliff

Poetry is the world beyond the edge of a cliff. There is a little man standing on the edge of this cliff. He isn’t really a little man, only in comparison to the cliff. But he is standing on the edge of the cliff where everything stops. All the everyday rules that we subconsciously follow,…

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