Poetry

Unspoken mind

The world is not ready to hear what lies behind my hollow eyes, bright blossoming smile, cheerful laughter. Holding it all in is probably my biggest strenght, bottling up what I can not bare myself to let me wear.  Solitude is my safe zone; the fear of being misunderstood and mistaken for an attention seeker… Continue reading Unspoken mind

Poetry

Eyes

I look outside the window, the breeze blowing through the trees, gentle as a water droplets on a leave. If only the world was so simple, I can't help but wonder. What would it feel like to be those trees, soothed by the breezes whisper. In my perfect world, people can read my mind. See… Continue reading Eyes

Poetry

Behind her face (part 2)

She woke up today frightened of her future, thinking "how will I make it out of this hole" as the ground opened up to swallow her.  Constantly need to be reassured that life is not that bad, that I am strong enough to take what it throws at me, that ... "it doesn't really matter coz… Continue reading Behind her face (part 2)

Poetry

Behind her face (part 1)

The morning sun rises, so does she thinking about what face to wear today. Her eye bags are going to be mistaken for weakness, she thinks, "maybe I should put on some make-up", ya surely they won't notice.  Not being able to spread your wigs and fly, your wigs will surely die. This little fragile… Continue reading Behind her face (part 1)