Welcome To My Creative Space
You are not just growing For the sake of growing. You are fulfilling a prophecy, Stepping into your destiny. In this realm, it all makes sense; The backlash the hurt, The tears, the distrust, The series of events, They all led you up to this point. They created this version of you. This heart, this …
Imagine the world in monochrome, Nothing but varying shades of black and white. Would this still feel so wrong Or would it finally feel right? Because I wouldn’t have to filter through shades of grey, Attempting to distinguish cruel from unassuming, Or nostalgia from deep longing. I wouldn’t have the luxury of range. Maybe indecisiveness …
I’m happy now. Although, I fear I wouldn’t be able to write again Because my poetry feeds off of pain, Off of long suffering. The fear of rejection, The pang of uncertainty. Things which now feel like a distant memory. Like someone else's reality. I have comfort and compassion, Peace and perhaps, something more than …
When I write about past experiences, I hope that no one notices. And when references are made to moments that I cherish forever, I speak temporary memory loss into past lovers. The same kind that made you forget my worth, The same kind that allowed you neglect sacrifices made and emotions brought forth. I speak …
Lately I’ve been avoiding writing, Just like I avoid reminiscing. Just like I avoid falling... Deep into a state of love. Deep into a sea of vulnerability. I’m afraid it’ll take away my perceived mental stability. Force me to think intricately, About the decisions I make today and the day after. I mean, was that …
If today was a colour, It would be bright orange, Like the flame in my heart. It once burned blue, Intensely hot and infused with passion. But as the days pass, enthusiasm evades me. Excitement now sounds like a foreign concept, And my head no longer bops to the memories it stores. My fingers are …
“I’m leaving”, Said my heart said to my brain. But I act like I can’t comprehend that, Because it has only been a couple of months. Sometimes I humour myself into believing this came as a shock. Like my life isn’t a compilation of half-hearted associations with people who deserved better. People who asked for …
There are butterflies in your belly, But you act surprised, And that amuses me. Did you forget? Maybe hope that things would change? Because you didn’t, And neither did she. But you act surprised, And that amuses me. Your cheeks hurt from smiling, And your abs from laughing, But you act surprised, And that amuses …
Incase we don’t have tomorrow, I want you to know Today is the best day of my life Simply because I know you exist In a space where I can call home. A
A paintbrush and some water That’s all I need, All I ask for. A paintbrush and some water, That’s all I require To explain what’s stirring up in my heart, To map out my desire. My happiness, my joy My god sent golden boy. A paintbrush and some water, To draw lines both bent and …
