The piano

My heart swells at the sound of the melody As my fingers kiss the keys ever so softly Pink, white, baby blue sounds Rise and paint my world in colour . Sunlight streams through the window Crossing from one world to my own From bright lights to soft silence To melodies that make hearts weep…

The Fountain

Snow falls on the mountains And my heart surrenders But in the back of my mind Is a fountain . Water rises and tips over the edge Colouring my subconscious with hope and possibility I dare not believe that this could be the end A life so cold, cruel and lonely . And the water…

Walking through dust

Walking through dust And heat and sand The sun beating heavily above me This desert wasteland of my heart Shall forever shame my love to wither . A silhouette in the distance Who has come to mock me now? A hand extended towards me . Hope twists and expands In the back of my mind…

My heart swells

My heart swells at the sound of a bird singing However winter stands confidently over the slanted buildings A hand extended to cover and smother all living things . The cold caresses my fingers Like a glove enveloping my rapidly-shrinking extremities But my feet, comfortably seated in my socks, They’ll share their warmth with my…

I’m not feeling inspired (What goes through my head)

A poem I wrote during one of my 40 minutes of english class time slots that my teacher allocates to Spoken Word Poetry and to attempting to get us young ones to become poets. Needless to say, I was not feeling inspired that day. Instead I wrote down all that I was thinking about at…

The months all stand in line

(My poem for my very first Spoken Word poetry english class) The months all stand in line Waiting at attention One by one they’ll fall Until I leave . Thousands of miles away A new life awaits me I am afraid I will never reach . Fighting no longer Straining no longer I float on…

Morrow Manor

A short essay I wrote when applying to universities with Common App. The essay prompt I chose was: Describe a place or environment where you are perfectly content. What do you do or experience there and why is it meaningful to you? My essay starts out strange, but bear with me and you’ll understand how…