It was her last chance

To live.

Death is only a reminder

That lives are shorter

Than expected

And years don’t mean anything

If they are just neglected

So she spent everyday

As though it was her last

Because one of them was

And she was not prepared

To be at loss

For the fact

That she’d soon stop breathing

And her heart would stop beating

So she traveled on her bike

Went on long hikes

Visit...

The essence of joy

Is the colour I speak

Not red or the green or grey

Yellow I say!

Yellow is the childhood colour

Coated in a fondant of happiness

Yellow ducks in the baths

Lines of daffodils on paths

The colour of sunshine

Oh don’t you relish it!

The positive beat of yellow

Reluctant to blend in

The colour of butter

And hazy summer afternoons

Of sandcastles

And zingy bitter lemons

It’s bli...

You offered me the ocean

I took it gladly

For I loved its character

And its strength

I loved the waves

With their never ending curls

The cream white foam

Tipped against the tops

I loved the ocean

Its vicious yet calming temper

Slashing at the shore

Then retreating gingerly

I loved the feel of the water on my skin

The abrupt chill

Of the water

Weaving in between my toes

Soaking my feet with sa...

You were the favourite

Yet we had the same things

Our parents had a glance

That made me realise

They loved you more

They loved me less

I rose in the shadows

Of your achievements

I fought by your side

Yet I felt two steps behind

In our parent’s eyes.

They liked your charm

And your wit

They could never understand

My trailing eyes

My cold smile.

Always seeking

Something that wasn’t there

My judg...

There is a house I know of in South Kensington. It has chartilly lace white walls on the outside and black Georgian balconies. There are two cream white pillars in front of a shiny black door with a doorknob encrusted with gold. Beside the door are two asymmetrical potted plants neatly trimmed to round balls that remind me of giant pom-poms.

This is a house I know of well. A house I love and adm...

Fresh white paper is always very appealing. Although it never sparks any creativity within me. It’s been 3 long and boring days now and still I’m stuck for ideas. I often think of little ideas and scribble them down In a little book I have for inspiration but today I have no ideas and the world is both bleak and boring to me. I glare at my pen with anger and annoyance. Why can’t it give me any ide...

I forgot every other thing except for the view of the northern lights. I forgot the silhouettes of the trees and I forgot the houses and the mountains and the forests and the land that lay before me. I remembered the view. The beauty of the neon green wisps of curtain complimenting the midnight blue backdrop, the light like green flames dancing in the sky with an indescribable beauty only able to ...

I try to push away the thought

And yet

it eats away at my mind

Asking me

When will you go back home?

It’s been years and years

And I fear

When I go back home

You’ll scorn me.

And yet

I know

I must return....

Freedom to me is a flat field

Enshrouded with fog

Dark and dank

I know it seems weird

Freedom should be a blue sky and a peach sun

But I take comfort in the darkness

Cherish the fog

Relish in the dampness

Though it disturbs some....

She didn’t like to look at the body in the water. But she didn’t regret killing her.

The clouds had been charcoal grey that

day, and the lake had been much the equivalent in colour. They drove to the lake. Usually, they went for morning swims in it, though that day the air was frigid and the water looked to murky and cold.

So instead they just talked like old friends do and together it felt lik...