Monday, 17 December 2012

I Want True Beauty

I want very badly to be in a place of beauty, not manufactured beauty like architectural masterpieces, real, genuine, natural beauty. The kind that cannot be created by any mind, that cannot be configured through pure imagination.

I want the beauty which has been created by the winds, the rains, the rough seas. The shifting of plates, the collision  of mountains.

I want trees a mile high casting green shadows over crystal lakes of clear, magnificent water. Sun pouring through gaps in those trees, highlighting the pristine image of perfectly engineered flowers.

To see life moving in these waters, hiding in these trees, breathing in this sweet air, fragranced with life.

Wednesday, 20 June 2012


In the depths of my heart
Beyond the realms of imagination and thought
Beyond understanding and composure
Beyond reasoning and logic
Is where I stay
Huddled in my worries, my truths
My pains

Thursday, 3 May 2012


The hatred which had built up inside of me throughout my life, has transformed. The metamorphosis which took place inside of me, finally complete. HATRED of those who caused my fear. ANGER created by you, and fuelled by yours. Destruction of those who stand in my path.

The Indescribable

People always say there are no words to describe the feeling when you have found true love. No words I can find are fitting to say the least, exaggerating them barely scrapes the surface. I want to tell you what you mean to me, without my love passing as less than what it is. But I'm struggling. It's the moments when I look into your eyes, and I realise, I've never been happier. When you wrap your arms around me and hold me close, I feel as though nothing can hurt me, you will protect me. When your lips touch mine and they are the perfect match.

But it's the little things, your cheeky smile, hearing your voice, and those cute little freckles of yours, all combined to create someone so amazing.

I didn't even come close.


As I lay my head to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. But why do I pray? Be it for my own sense of security, hoping that I can live to see, another happy day. To brave the dying moment I never want to face. But could it really be that harsh? I believe not, for if I were not here, would you still be? Is there a possibility that if I had no existence, you too would have none? Or is it that I, being here or not, does not affect you? Do you continue without a thought? Not a moment to spare. To be truthful to yourself, would you really care, if I wasn't there? Of course not! It's illogical, for I know, that you know, not of my existence, nor of my death.

Tuesday, 31 January 2012

Words to be Unspoken

Have you ever had someone say the most unimaginable thing to you?
Ever had someone who meant so much, who was meant to protect you, who you depended on for reassurance, tell you the last thing you needed to hear? Tell you the last thing you thought they would say, no, not even the last, the only thing you thought they would never say.

You feel that moment of shock, the inability to comprehend the monstrosity set before you. Then the pain sets in, the hurt, the realisation that this person you care so deeply for could utter those words that hurt you most, in the full knowledge that they would, of course, shatter your very being in those few silent, painful, confused moments. To despise that important individual for only a short moment, but a moment long enough to question their loyalty, their 'truths'.

And of course, the attempt to retract their comment, to apologise and pretend they had never let word leave their lips, and your struggle to comprehend anything but the 'mistake' they didn't mean to make. Their pathetic attempt to comfort from guilt, and the sickening feeling that builds inside you, like bile rising from your gut forming a solid lump in your throat, as you recoil when they try to take your hand. You flinch as they put their arms around you, and your entire body tenses as they let slip the words 'I'm sorry', which at that very moment mean little more than water down a drain.

These moments tend not to come around very often, but when they do, they leave scars that outlive any reconciliation.