Written Word
Poetry
Living in a body so wrong
The mirror does not show the soul Yet, it is your soul that makes you whole Living in a body so wrong I know I don’t belong The mirror shows another, a pretty one, mimicking my moves I move her hands, she moves my toes. And that is how anything goes. The mirror is not me, you see Rain is not the sea. I am a stranger in this body I own How will I make it a home?
Beautiful, isn't it?
The world is beautiful And it is strange There are small, thin, green leaves we call grass A simple thing, really And crazy too Yet, so beautiful in certain light The way it smells, Or the little pearls of water that stay after rain So simple, so strange Yet, so beautiful. You see, Beauty is in the details Beauty is found when you observe and really look And often, beauty is not something you can see It’s something you have to feel.
Sensory Overload
Noises crowding my mind drowning out my thoughts. Beeps, buzzing, butterfly wings Noises and drum rolls Pens clicking, paper being turned. Chairs screeching, soft coughing. Where are my thoughts again? I need to concentrate, I need to go on. Pens clicking, paper scraping, soft coughing, blood boiling. A test, a test what is one plus one? Fingers ticking on the table, soft footsteps and people walking by. One plus one? Pencils and erasers, soft voices outside. People walking by the windows. One plus one? Birds chirping. One plus one? Papers turning. What is the answer? I can’t think. Pens tapping, eagles screeching, chairs moving, people talking, footsteps walking, phones buzzing. What is one plus one? School bells ringing. Twice. And then I realise.
Yellow World
It seems so long ago When the world was full of yellow Yellow walls And yellow stairs But don’t let the colour fool you. The place was a prison trapping my mind trapping my soul. Don’t let the colour fool you It was hurting my soul Every day another fight Every day another battle to be won Every day, oh, every day felt so long And I wished for something else I no longer wanted battles I no longer wanted yellow stairs yellow walls prison doors made out of glass The clock was ticking and I admired its freedom yet it was trapped like me I had nowhere to go, I was trapped forever. My mind became a prison too, my heart was locked away. And there I was, Between yellow walls, Yellow stairs and a yellow roof. And there I was, So blue And there was I Tired of all things yellow wishing for something new
Wild White Wolf
Go the way of the wild white wolf,
deep into the forest,
until you reach a cliff
Howl at the moon, as the wild white wolf
Who knows, the moon is there to guide you.
As they howl, they let it know
‘I am here to follow your way’
Go the way of the wild white wolf,
off to the moon you go