In February i turned 21. my best-friend and i took a trip to brussels so i could remember this birthday forever and ever and ever. of course i am writing (very) retrospectively because i have only just completed my academic journey and now have a lot of free time to get down to the stuffRead more "Brussels, February 2017."
I promise, if only myself, that I will gather all of these thoughts, prayers, poems and photos and put them in a little book and call it my first published poetry collection. I promise.
Right now I’ve been feeling shorter poems. Really little ones that say big things and nothing at all at once. Let’s
SD card filled with a proud people. Over-spilling with images of what our version of London looks like, when you give us the space. The permission. It was a good day.
It wasn’t Paris. It couldn’t be. Personally I think there is something in the air over in Paris that brings out the care-free, let
Emotions which can only be awakened as the night skies darken and the candle light sparkles,
I am you, soundly sleeping through the day with open eyes.
Systematically speaking pre-rehearsed proverbial lines
With deplorable expressions at insensitive times.
I am as you once were,
High neck and long fingers
Held close to round lips