There’s a place where all dreams go to die
Built upon the shackles of society
Nurtured by well meaning words spoken by snakelike tongues
Propped up
By pillars of self doubt and uncertainty
With a healthy sprinkling of what if it wasn’t meant to be
But all it takes to realise them all
Is to stand up
And defy
If I told you there’d be no consequences
Would you do the things you wouldn’t dare to
For fear of failing, being misunderstood or talked about?
Write words straight from your heart
Without forcing your mind to filter them out?
Say stuff to people’s faces
that you’d kept bottled up for ages?
Sleep a good night’s sleep
Finally dreaming of your wildest ever desires?
Yes?
Well then why let a small thing like consequences stop you?
Whenever I’m one with nature
I feel poetry ebb and flow within me
Yet, I cannot pen down words
In awe of the splendour and grandiosity
It is only when I lay in bed
Awake at night
My pillow still wet from tears which should have long dried up
My bed still yearning for some warmth
And my body feeling cold even on a mid summer’s night
As cold as the heart which broke me
Is when I can write
Words flowing out
With great urgency
As if something would go rather amiss
If they weren’t spelt out right away
As if I need to empty myself of every single drop of them
Before sleep could be allowed to overtake me as a blessed relief
The frenzy with which my thoughts arrange themselves
The headiness of feelings described
Confuse and amaze me
Both at the same time
And I end up reversing the age old idiom
Of a lull before the storm
Tonight
However
Sleep evades me
So you should brace yourself
For some mindless poetry
We’re slowly but surely moving into autumn, it seems
My favourite plants are shedding leaves
Boughs drooping
As if reflecting my inner sadness
The skies are gloomier still
Interspersed with hues of grey
Trees, however, are on fire
Basking in their last glory
A swan song
Before it’s all gone
In one fell swoop
Leaving a barren shell
I think I’d much like to go out like that
In the autumn of life
Shine
Rise once more
Before returning to dust
Smile infectiously
Even if it’s a toothless one
Laugh heartily
So that it resounds
Live unapologetically
And maybe leave a mark
Love fully
So that the cup runneth over
Dance joyfully
Regardless of stepping on some sore toes
Let my scrawny, white hair down
Like fair Rapunzel’s crown
Yes, I think when comes the autumn of life
I’d like to show it a thing or two
What do you think you would do?
Good evening, dear friends, and congratulations for making it halfway to the weekend once again! This is exciting for me also because my blog is halfway to 5K which reminds me to try the couch to 5K thingy as well.
However, before committing to weeks of running, I feel it to be of the utmost importance to first prepare my body for what’s to come. I can’t just throw it in the deep end of the pool without any inkling.
Now, I don’t know how long it’s been proven to take to make or break a habit, but I’m guessing half a week is a good way to start. And if you sustain it through the weekend, where all good things go to die and evil rules the roost, it is bound to be a good omen for days to come. My body can then power through.
So who’s with me to give half a week to bettering our mind and bodies by following the self care manual by yours truly?
And thanks to the whole lot of you for keeping me on your screens. Your constant support means more than words can ever convey!
I wish I had words for the visions in my head
I’d paint you a kaleidoscope of colours never seen before
I’d take you places ethereal and surreal
Like living a dream, I dare say
I’d write you a picture book
Capturing a million stories in a single glance
I’d show you a new world all around
Equal parts beautiful and terrible
Awe inspiring and frightening
Calming and excitedly rattling
Soothing salve and heartburn
But alas
My words would scarce suffice
So take a walk, will you, through my eyes?
In a perfect world
There’d still be pain
But it would hurt
A whole lot less
In a perfect world
There’d be an outpour of rain
After every devastating
forest fire
In a perfect world
I’d breathe through the ache
And bane
Of your existence
In a perfect world
You’d still be you
And I’d be me
But much stronger
In a perfect world
You’d break my heart
But there’d be
Consequences
In a perfect world
We’d be able to see heaven
But there’d still be hell
To pay for.
If you die once of a broken heart
Do you get two next time for a fresh start?
One to bear the trials and tribulations
Of this cruel world
And one, my dear
For you
To break all over again
A heavenly symphony
A divine comedy
Or a dramatic tragedy
We’re but marionettes
And our lives, an entertainment
For up high above
So why not laugh, love and cry
For if it’s fun they want
At our expense
Two can play that game
Give them a show
They’ll never forget
Give them hell
For I’m sure
They let
Hades live in peace.
What is strength if not me?
For I am strong
Stronger than I think
Stronger than I feel
Stronger than I would ever need to be
Do you doubt that?
Come then
Try and hurt me
Throw a punch
Physical or emotional
And we shall see
How fast I heal
While you wallow in the depths of misery
For having lost to me
and worst still
For having lost me
