Monday, April 11, 2011

Letters

Faded black ink
On off-white sheets
The faint smell of nostalgia lingers
On these unsent letters

Transformed
To a time submenrged
Underneath a barrage of memories

I dust the reel
Melancholy is forgotten
Bits and pieces join together
I'm lost in the images

The sound of catalysis echoes
It got the better of you then
It got the better of me now

We created magic together
Until time got the better of us somehow

Monday, April 4, 2011

Bubbles


There is a whole lot of darkness. And a little bit of light.
You can feel the wind blowing, when you stand on a height.
It brings a little bit of cheer. And a little bit of melancholy.
Together they live in my heart and challenge the very idea of harmony.
I'm singing songs. The happy and tragic sort.
I'm blowing bubbles. I'm bursting thoughts.
They are the same colour and somehow they look like different colours to me.
O ye, conflicting emotions, are you going to be the death of me?