I dissect. I devour. I watch from the tower. I read. I digest. This mind does not rest. She wrestles. She tousles. Words fall. Create ruffles. Beautifully – Bitter – Escape My head on a stake. Sound mind. Concubine. Tethered – free. Sever – Me. Virtue. Never. Unravel the sweater. Lay way to the fuse.…… Continue reading Anarchy in mind.
Tag: metaphor
Where The Wild Things Are
Boundless are the valleys and mountains that lay ahead and
Evanesce in my wake
Sorrow.
Agony fire all over
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
Furnace
Before I emerged a fledgling.
Emerald City
I escape in words and poetry and swim across oceans of texts and passages. Soar through clouds of others’ dreams and realities.
The Moon is no longer a destination.
How much would you pay to go to the moon? The Moon is often symbolic in literature as something to obtain, discover, shoot for, explore or perhaps a destination for a better life. What I wouldn’t give to achieve the latter? The lyrics of London Grammar’s ‘Oh Woman, Oh Man’ – “There is nothing I…… Continue reading The Moon is no longer a destination.
Me, Myself and Who am I? 