Hooked on pages
The story inside
World within
Teleportation
Printed beauty
Escapism first
Cover to cover
Transportation
Sentences flow
Paragraphs born
Coming together
Exhilaration
Tag: Poetry
Adapt
The birds that sing overhead
Insects scuttle underfoot
Fish in the waves, riverbeds too
The life that lives where it can.
Adaptable, making the most of it
They find a way to thrive
Not all but some it must be known
Do proudly soldier on.
Humans as well do this at times
Surviving, taking each day as it comes
For tomorrow is a bright beginning
The chance for life anew
Freestyle #2
We see the world the way we want
Rose-tinted glasses or the skeptics shades
Optimist, pessimist and realist alike
Perceive and analyse, fitting their views
Good or evil, grey area morals
Ethics for some but foreign to others
Perhaps our realities aren’t the same
Parallel but never to entwine
Marching onwards in shared time
But never sharing the who, what or why
Bring the right thing
Some people bring the sunshine
Others bring the rain
Some people bring both at once
The joy and the pain
Some people want what’s best
For you and all their kin
Others only see themselves
Their selfishness kicks in
What is it that you bring
To other people’s lives
Sunshine full of kindness
Or rain that drives and drives?
Clouds of Cotton Wool
Sublime sunshine
Clouds of cotton wool
Glorious brightness
It’s all so wonderful
Streaming through glass
Lights up my day
Even when sofa-bound
It comes to say hey
Colours of blue
Green of the grass
Beautiful weather
Let’s hope it won’t pass
The Dark
Something creeps, unseen and unheard.
It lurks in the corner, not saying a word.
Maybe it’s waiting, biding it’s time.
Or maybe there is no reason or even no rhyme.
Blankly it sits, emotionless air.
What is it? What are you? Why are you there?
The dark does not speak, react or reply.
It simply exists, alone, and unable to die.
But wait, something is stirring.
Deep inside, the dark is whirring.
Silent movement, it leaves its place.
A discovery is made; the dark has a face.
Teeth not human, eyes glowing white.
Blood on its mind, eager for the fight.
It’s right there behind you, but you mustn’t scream.
The dark has chosen you, and this is not a dream.
2019: goals, plans + dreams
Afternoon my friendly readers! I hope you’re all keeping okay.
As time marches on, it’s important to remind yourself of what you’ve got lined up for the coming year; and head towards anything you would like to do. For me, the main overall and ongoing goal is to keep my health stable, or possibly see it improve slightly. Besides this however, I’m hoping to:
- Complete more free online courses
- Battle some anxieties I am yet to beat
- Keep up with my social life
- Read more (currently nearly finished my SIXTH book of the year so far. My goal is around 70 for 2019)
- Write more poetry
- Give less f***s
And as for things I know are coming up this year or will be planned soon:
- A wedding
- Going to visit my dad in his new house
- Short break with my boyfriend
- My 26th birthday
So it’s not an extensive list at this point. But for little old me who’s been stuck in chronic illness limbo for over 8 years? I’m still getting used to actually making and having plans!
Don’t let the bastards get you down.
Kelsey x
