Day 4/22 of the Winter blogging challenge and i tried something a little bit different!!
Tag: prose
The Joy of Poetry:
I’ve felt uncontrollable joy listening to feelings woven neatly into words and rhyme,smiled as Francisco pauses and faces his audience before unpacking a monologue,Been amazed by the beauty that escapes from the lips of Huwa,loved every bit, admired the accuracy with which she draws her thoughts onto her lips,Been on the receiving end of the…
Letter to My Teenage Self
Unlike previous letters to my daughter, this time I addressed one to my younger self. I reflect on my life and the lessons I’ve learned; my relationships, love for music and football, struggles and triumphs in life. Ultimately, its an acknowledgement of my younger version who’s struggles, have made me the person I am today.
Love Dies
03:55,That last kiss before we slept,Those Tears in your eyes,hurt and blood in mine,When I promised that we’d be fine,When we fought to keep it together,and I spewed together forevers,wishing that the night had been longer.that we’d slowed down time,That we weren’t mere mortals.When I started to miss you while you were in my arms,and…
Someone Else’s Turn
It’s 4:00 am in my bed, but who’s keeping tabs.It’s that last message that I sent,how inconsequential it seems now,Thought I knew how goodbyes work,but now it seems unlikely,Thought we would outlive the pandemic,but turns out we were never strong enough,We got beat. So I’ve learned that it doesn’t work out for me,tried many times,so…
We danced
“Hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, they danced by the light of the moon.” …Edward Lear So we danced,Like our problems were inexistent,You and I, we danced,Like we’d never known pain,We danced,with smiles on our faces,We danced with vigor,Like these days were endless,We danced,Like we’d drank from the elixir of vitality,We danced, under the…
Let me Heal
And I was poorer than a church mouse, So you must’ve felt I couldn’t be a great spouse, Couldn’t give you your dream house, And I asked you to trust me, told you it would take time, But we’d be great, said I was short now, But one day we’d have plenty, Like a bag…
The search
“You spend your whole life looking for answers because you think the next answer will solve all your problems: make you a little less miserable, because when you run out of questions you don’t just run out of answers… you run out hope.” – House. Some days I need gin, On others Guinness will do,….
Lord's Anxieties 