Sunday, 14 April 2013

"This is for my people who just lost somebody"...Goodbye

The sound of tears echoed through the room,
my eyes opened,
and rested on the pale body.

One Friday morning
The world ended for her,
Only to transport her to heaven.

Her face glowed,
her lips shaped in a smile,
while around her, tears dripped.

She had brought joy,
she had given love,
she was unforgettable.

Living beyind her time,
Present in every memory,
She was my grandmother.


At home in his arms

His eyes look at me,
Never turning away

He doesn't speak,
He doesn't have to,
I know what he's thinking
I always will

I look back at him,
Wordlessly taking his hand.

He pulls me close,
The warmth radiating,
I put my head on his shoulder,
At home in his arms

Sunday, 17 March 2013

Eye contact hurts

I can't look at you
It hurts to even glance,
So I'm going to look away
because although it hurts,
It's much easier than eye contact

Shooting star

The stars twinkled,
Balls of fire,
crashing down on Earth,
Bringing wishes to life

Wednesday, 6 February 2013

Sometimes storms are welcomed

The sky turns an angry red, then transforms into a dark orange within minutes. I look up half fearfully, but inside I am overjoyed. Thunder cracks like a whip, lightning scars the sky and all is lost as the wind picks up. Dust everywhere, leaves escape the trees to form spirals on the roads. It starts to drizzle. Torrents of rain crash down, heavy and everlasting until they touch the ground. People look up, their faces welcoming the rain with wide smiles. I hurry outside, and stand with my arms open to receive this blessing. In no time, I'm pouring wet, as is everyone around me. Thunder bangs again, lightning pierces the dark sky and we scatter, heading into our homes. Sheltered and protected, I peer out of the window, taking in the beauty of rain.

Enclosure destroys

Rough petals fell slowly,
Settling in the palm of her hand,
Like gentle snowflakes
But so colourful

Brown, red, green, yellow.
She closes her fingers,
A crunch is heard,
The veins have broken

Saturday, 29 December 2012

Pyromania

The flames rose,
Ballerina's dancing in front of his eyes,
Licking the edges of the paper he held,
Creeping up his fingers.

His eyes wide open,
Never straying away from the blue, the red, the orange
It envelopes around him
Dangerously close.