Flower

Now Deeply rooted in my grey matter, emotions stem from a flower that never leaves. I lay there, mired in thought, wondering how different my plot would be, if her seeds were never sown… If she had never grown on me… Her petals shine like gold medals, on my podium of pandemonium, cropping up ever

A Pegasus perplexus

A zebra, made to stand out, forever wild and free. It seeks to rid itself of those that would ride on its back. It strives to know it’s stripes, not to earn them… For with that wisdom comes a new genesis of elegance, the birth of the peagusus. Made to fly high above life’s perplexus…controlling

the mystic emotion

“the finest emotion of which we are capable is the mystic emotion. Herein lies the germ of all art and all true science. Anyone to whom this feeling is alien, who is no longer capable of wonderment, and lives in a state of fear, is a dead man. To know that what is impenetrable for

Lost at sea

Lost at sea, where I can find myself;   Soaking, in hope; tired, from riding the tides of life’s ocean. Floating, from coast to coast with nothing to boast of; bar the treasures of truth. Navigating my thoughts through, future mist, towards something new. Blue, when I look back on ships that sailed past. Lost, for

Fallen Angel

Alone with my thoughts, the dead silence only broken by the fading sound of sirens… I try and fall asleep, hoping my problems drift away with me, but I’m almost scared to close my eyes, I’ve begun to find my dreams so tiring… Alone with my thoughts, reflecting on the battles I fought, that now

The mission

I embark on a mission comprising the daily repetition of seemingly pointless acts, that might attract the formation of beautiful facts, and maybe allow me to extract, information from within. A natural selection, I force, in my chosen direction. My evolution, from a problem to a solution. As I feel this change begin, I spare

Rebel

Oblivious in their attempts to guide us, what they fail to realise is, the advice provided on our vices, only demises the life inside us, dims the brightness of light inside us. Until there is only ice where warmth once resided, until they loose their voices and tend to grow violent…. and vice versa. We

Queen mother

She rises before the sun, wiser and older. Each passing day adds weight onto her already burdened shoulders. Even as her knights grow colder, she stands in the front line with her soldiers, waging a never ending war against the harsh realities of life. She represses all the pain she posses.  In attempts to adorn

GREY

On the outside looking in, but invites to step inside, will simply get declined, he oddly feels content with his position… He takes a few steps back, to get a better view of the dark clouds, that crowd his minds Vison, this only reinforces his disposition… He attempts to move forward, as those dark clouds

Fruition

What is a personality. There’s no longer anything personal about it. We’re nothing but the reflections of society that we need to be. Born free, we enslave our selves to bills and fees. In the quest for pay rises and uni degrees. We chase a “better life” although the term remains undefined. We all seem