Poetry

Poem Number Four

Please let me be present. To feel the things I am meant to.

I’ve never asked for your advice. Never listened to a word you have said.

What makes you think I’ll ever care? All you do is whisper, judge, stare.

Life is a journey. This, they always seem to say.

Your advice is the baggage. Unwanted and unclaimed.

Poetry

Poem Number Three

We were thinking of you
As we sat by the shore
Drinking the wine you bottled years before
The blackberry wine, tart yet sweet
That you swore to always a promise, keep
Your boat had set sail, eons ago
Where you both lay now, nobody knows
Each moment we come closer to saying goodbye
“Adieu” to a love, fast-fading
But will never truly die
And as we savoured those last droplets of wine
With contentment on our lips, we sighed
Because I was yours
And you were mine.

Poetry

Poem Number Two

Easy to say I love you
Words just flow
Try it..there you go
To truly feel? Another world.
A world where some can never grow.
Some dive into the oceans, swim the seas
Find lifelong shelter within the trees
That others would use for their kindling
Watch the world burn. Slow.
And, when later you’d ask;
“Did such a world exist?”
They’d smile at you
And, with a tender kiss, whisper
“No”.

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A little bit of red never hurt anyone.

The Scarlett letters

~Micro fiction~

She’d always hated the colour red, it represented all the things she found distasteful. Things like tomatoes, red pens, the woman in the red dress he left her for. She was thinking of her when she accidentally-on-purpose hit the red Volkswagen in front. The Volkswagen she had been tailing since it left their house. A red liquid seeped silently across the road. The red mist lifted. She didn’t mind the colour red so much anymore.

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