She dare shine an array of colour in the light of the grey moon. Infinities of thorns encircling her frame. Caged wild heart thundering echoes in the silence. She travels alone in the shadows not to be seen. Forever hidden. For they will slay her – feed her to the wolves. To be stripped of…… Continue reading The girl with technicolor pelt.
Tag: love
Things aren’t always as they seem
Picture perfect. Serene. I’m living the dream. So it seems. A backdrop of coastline. A reel of fine things. Nobody care delve further behind the scenes. A catalogue of errors. A host of intense pain. A grief so immense. Trauma upon trauma. Not one man could make sense. A world far removed. A mind stretched…… Continue reading Things aren’t always as they seem
The ability to trust again.
I will not stand and promote something I cannot understand
Where The Wild Things Are
Boundless are the valleys and mountains that lay ahead and
Evanesce in my wake
Sorrow.
Agony fire all over
Fight or Flight?
We all have within us the instinctual fight or flight response, and a tendency to lean one way or the other. Capable of both, however, depending on our nature we will have an inclination towards one more than the other. I am Flight. I have been running away my entire life. The first time I…… Continue reading Fight or Flight?
Salt of the Earth people
What relationships have a positive impact on you? People who are genuine. People who can see your soul. People who don’t judge or discriminate in any way. People invested in the wellbeing of everyone around them. People who constantly raise each other up. People who refuse to follow the crowd. People who can share their…… Continue reading Salt of the Earth people
Lanterns
I carried a candle crafted from the wax of my soul. Fragile wick, burning off centre and flawed. Until I followed a new light and set my candle aside. Faithfully followed the path that it shone for me. Until I could see the flickering glow from my own candle no more. I traversed new lands.…… Continue reading Lanterns
Servitude.
I never felt enough
All the time in the world.
If time were not a finite pleasure for our mortal selves, what would you do with it? I would learn every language there ever was, modern, historical, fantastical or nonsensical, and endeavour to create my own. Read every text ever written, starting with all the banished books. Study theology, philosophy, etymology, literature, sociology, history and…… Continue reading All the time in the world.
Me, Myself and Who am I? 