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I find these small little coincidences to be happening constantly while I'm here. Things that allude to my grandma are popping up everyday during my daily routine.
The wind whistled through the trees, Reviving them with its song. Coaxing all the droning bees To guiltily sing along. It danced upon the flowers, Enchanting in its ways.
Will you think of me in time. It's never my luck, so nevermind. I want to say your name but the pain starts again. It's never my luck so never mind.
I can remember back in the day When technology wasn't exactly au fait A personal stereo, the gadget to wear With headphones that would obscure your hair A hi-fi system the length of the room With six...
I climbed up into the attic, On a chilled and blustery night. But when I finally glimpsed it, My mind couldn't handle the sight.
You lay there (so painfully still), with shallow breath and disarmingly sunken eyes that once shone brightly with the fierce glint of life.
I am waiting patiently for my mind to seep back through my body. My solidity and substance have kindly taken leave. Separate now.
She lay there on her back, staring up at the ceiling. She wasn't looking at anything in particular, just up. She reached her hand out and let it rest in the empty space beside her.
I tried that morning, to hide the cuts the cement created on my shoulders and wrists and knees. Long boarding was the best way for me to communicate with the dead boy even if I payed with the pain.
The sunlight plays on the water's rippling surface, dappling the gentle waves with yellow-white light.
I wish you were here to see me, Today, when I'm so strong. I conquered all my demons. You believed in me all along. I wish you could be proud of me, And see me standing tall.
Today was just one of those days, where something happens and it changes your mood for better, or for worse. For me, it was a bit of both.
You left us today but your still here with me They said you went in your sleep, peacefully. Ninety four years of loving, laughing and crying. I wish I could have seen your smile just one more time.
A small child, Curled up on a bed, Foetal position, Knees tucked to head. She sighs in her sleep, And turns on her side, A mother looks on, Face: tender pride.
The softness of the breeze, gently cooled his sun warmed skin. After so many rainy days, waiting for, the summer to begin. The heat wasn't remarkable, but it chased away his memory of the cold.
This place I've known for way too long has taken me and pulled me along I'm stuck just like a nail to wood and can find the time that had once stood for when I become so old and grey I want to...
It's soft and slow, touches more places than most, Drenches you to the bone. Summer rain soaks my soul.
I've been fine for ages..no thoughts or feelings about boys or whatever. I stopped thinking about him too. But I just watched an episode of Rain Love and it made me emotional.
I stare blindly into an empty glass, the last dregs of bourbon reflecting my lined face, distorting it, ....just as time distorts my thoughts of you... .....oh sure they were good times.
Dear T. Well it's been a while. I'm still writing letters and I hope that despite the odds this one reaches you. It was your birthday a few weeks ago. I only realised today...my bad.
I found out not so long ago you’ve got nothing in your eyes and I wouldn’t be surprised if you’d lost everything before you even met me there’s nothing in your eyes despite what you want to tell...
Baby was a cat I used to know. It was quite some time ago. I rescued her, she rescued me. Showing me what a wonderful cat was she. She was small and very petite.
I came out to morning sun they were drawing keeler hawls you pressed silent to my side breath - the salt from breeze on tide.
I saw your face in a butterfly today. It made me weep and smile. Your essence floating on the breeze. I think I'll chase it for awhile.