The scents of twilight seductively bloom

Sun soaked treasures become talismans of the moon

An orchid once as fair as snow

Cursed to mutate, until ebony petals waft to and fro

Under a metallic glow shaped like a crescent

Flies a bat, strikingly effervescent

Lusting for a bite, he drops to a walk

Dark and brooding, his prey he does stalk...

The final embers of the setting sun took cover behind dense clouds, dispelling a grey veil across the horizon, erasing any remnants of colour and warmth. Waves lapped voraciously at a modest, wooden vessel as though the navy depths were famished. And although the hours progressed, her hunger never ceased. Each swell ascended, leaping into the airs embrace, then proceeded to crash back into abyss, ...

Your radiance is coveted, yet manifests on every face

Cloaking everything in a delicate layer of golden lace

Rising even before the first birdsong of the day

Brimming with spirit, careless but elegant you sway

Leaning against walls, sitting picturesque on an old chair

Each room drips with remnants of you, so pure, so fair

You enkindle a familiar warmth, with the slightest touch

If only you knew...

Such as a rose that never came to bloom,

Or a lily who’s petals shriveled too soon

From a sacred chamber, to a desolate cave

Fragmented memories, it does enslave

Bonded by soul, never by flesh,

To know if you have my eyes, I can never attest

The sky full of stars seemed dead and cold;

A place once so magical, now hurt to behold...

She blushes like a wildflower whenever somebody compliments her.

But hates it when she’s gifted flowers.

She’s always looking for faces in the remnants of coffee at the bottom of her cup.

And she’s always searching for stories in the eyes of everyone she meets.

She habitually makes sure to sit in the spots of sun that spill into a room, afraid that the shadows conspire to steal her content.

But sh...

When the wind whispers so delicately into the ear of an intoxicated lover,

It is as though the symphonies of the heavens

have elevated the feeble mortal senses.

They dance like a fool amidst the blinded skeptics,

Existing in an oasis of bliss where the soul feels liberated.

Minutes collapse into hours and hours into days,

As the skies transcend from the cooling veil of dusk, to the burning canopy ...

It’s always the colder months spent here in England that make me particularly miss the sweet caress of the Italian sun. Watching flecks of gold and auburn dance upon a bed of sapphire crystals. Surrounded by an enclosure of mountains that look almost too picturesque to really be there. As though they are mere paintings, carefully placed to enhance the beautiful illusion.

There are many things I m...

Light drenched the museum in precise increments, draped like cream voile between grand arches of carved stone. My eyes followed the general movement in the room, observing each curious mind. Inspired sketching artists, tracing sculptures of flawless physiques onto blank sheets. Tourists doting over gold-framed paintings. Inquisitive children, saturated with wonder over the grandeur of the room its...

When my body craves that volatile euphoria

When my mind repudiates serenity

When my heart renounces rescue

When I only seem to deceive myself for the sake of another hit

Who's left to trust?...

The past few weeks, perhaps even months, Damon had been thinking endlessly about her. The ruminating was enough to induce lunacy. He was possessed with all the feelings that came with a blossoming romance in its preliminary stages, however he hadn’t felt anything of this magnitude before. This time, he was thirsting for her company. Longing to see how she grinned at his comedic charm, with petal-l...