Pride brings a person low, but the lowly in spirit gain honour. Proverbs 29:23


March 2017


I’d be lying if I had said it was easy,

I spent too long reading number plates,

Stranger lonely on the roads,

I just stared at the signs,

Not finding any good enough for me.

But I’ll admit in the end it was beautiful.

Like watching the Sun set,

Somehow knowing it would rise again,

And I would ride alone.

A poem; too many words, but I want,

To write them all but I’d end up lost.




However it was true I wanted to be back,

Back where it was rough,

And tough.

It became a dwelling place for me,

I could rest and test myself,

See how far I could go.

See how far this could go.

It was just a ride.

That’s what they said.

I replied I didn’t want it to end.

I soared in the skies,

I rode on the trains everyday,

I rejected what was once me,

And the journey above the ocean,

Was meant to bring back happiness.




It’s just enough for us to laugh together,

But now I want them to see me,

And know that this act isn’t any joke.

It’s real.

So it’s become complicated,

I’m contemplating reverse,

Turning it around seems impossible,

Because the inner soul is fighting,

That change is good,

But this isn’t what I want.

Seems everything I’ve ever received I’ve rejected.

And what can be said but sorry?

Apologies will never suffice for this confusion.



The Unforgettable #17

“Once in a while, I tend to acknowledge all the hurt and sorrow I’ve been through in a way that isn’t hurtful…but strengthening.”


The Unforgettable #16


If you are happy, then I am sad,

If you are hopeful, I am lost,

I am deceived but you can see,

If I am here, you are over there.

I am learning, but you are a master,

I am a student but you are a teacher.

Both on the stage, but you in the spotlight.

I am the rock; you are the waves beating against me.

And yet, we never leave each other,

Despite our differences.

We are like the Sun and Moon.

You are the radiant, burning Sun,

and I am the night’s Moon, elusive and majestic.




What do you say when you know the answers,

But you can’t put it in words?

When you know what will happen,

What is going on out there,

And how you will be affected,

Along with those you know,

Those you see and talk to,

But can never speak about this matter.

It seems hopeless and confirms the fact,

That what you know and what you are,

Is all headed down a path,

Where everything diminishes and deteriorates…

I finally learnt,

To pray and let all my troubles,

All of my worries,

Every flaw of mine,

Be a part of God’s Great Plan.




They were telling me about the things I used to be…

But those things are past now and all that’s left are a collection of faded memories,

It was one of the only times they were smiling genuinely,

And they were laughing, I wanted to laugh too,

But I was too sad thinking about these few good times we have only exist for some time before they fade away.

I didn’t really remember it much but I loved to hear them talk about it,

To see their faces light up, eyes sparkling.

Eventually, it stopped, the subject changed into another matter,

And what was once a glorious, marvellous thing was forgotten and abandoned,

Somewhat like me; and all the time, I was thinking, it was some childhood…




I just want to live beautifully. I want to climb on a roof at midnight and talk to the stars. I want to see the beauty of the world upon a mountain, hear the symphony of animals at play. I want to create a painting, and draw the beautiful things of the world. Somewhere in that painting, I will be standing there, a speck, just a tiny speck. A speck staring into the night sky dotted with millions of stars. If I can’t be happy in reality at least in my dreams I can be free.



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