blurry memory dump

 Sometimes when the night is too quiet  I look at old photographs  And wish they were new Starting a new blog to dump shitty photos & even shittier poetry  Why?  Maybe it’s cos I’m bored & have nothing better to do in my free time Maybe it’s because they’re just collecting dust in the forgotten crevices of iCloud notes & IG stories  Maybe I think they could be relatable & entertain someone for a minute or two  Or maybe it’s all of the above, who cares Poems & pics are not in chronological order, just dumped from notes & photos Also do ignore dates posted, they're manually set to allow for the sorting of posts  (like bringing this one to the top)

The night glows. It glows with the dying light Not yet appeased with its glorious day The glow smoulders with a reddish hue A reminder of the coming rise The call of temporal death beckons My mind marches towards its trumpet Aware of the coming day’s trials And wary from the past day’s triumphs My heart grasps onto me Pleading for another second with the night Another moment with the warm silence Filled with cooling breezes, unblocked by future worries. Perfect moments, amid a flood of anarchic time 

They say that life is a stage Then today I play the role of a listener Listening to life’s symphony I hear the soft collisions of waves upon the shore I hear the clicking of bicycles ridden by people going from point A to B While I’m here at the crossroads of each I hear the snapping of dead branches Nature renewing its grip on life by letting go of the old They say that life is a movie, that it flashes past your eyes Then I am its most avid critic, watching every step of its fantastic choreography with a keen eye I see home, lit by tired yellowed lights  And filled with worn out love that bears its scars with pride Every cut a museum exhibition piece, of persistence and indeed, evolution through pain I see the far lights of boats past the horizon Passing by the harbour of me, and onto their next grand adventure Ceaseless in its travels, only stopping for fuel by the supportive port or for safety at the nearest isle Braving the rocky tides and exploring the unknown shores is a thri...

Colorado calls Let the solid streets fade  Transfigured to swaying grass Watch the streetlamps shed their clean steel For mossy wood of pure oak Puddles filled with streetlight glaze Puddles content with starlight blaze Colorado calls Join the festival of quiet hope Soft eyes illuminated by cheap fairy lights Dancing to the rhythm of our hearts Back and forth as the rivers ebb Shivering from the cold mountain air Yet warmed by your breath upon my face Your smile a sun in the midnight dark Colorado calls Dawn comes slowly here, so does time Sit with me on this weary bridge Ignore the hurried travellers behind They’ll be welcomed soon enough Instead, watch the new day rise Hopeful light reflecting upon the ripples Made by feet hanging off the bridge Untied laces, there’s no need for running You’re Home 

Perhaps. Perhaps in the dying light of the day, the night shines brighter than before Perhaps the wild fields of green provide comfort beyond the ever-present concrete Where the stars replace the luminescent city lights Perhaps in this moment, I am whole, and so are you.  In this moment where our greatest fear is of the cold breezes and rainy weather  Our desires stripped down to warmth and the happiness of being. Perhaps just being here is enough. Where the future halts and our past stops its chase 

hey To start off I’m just really sorry about all the things I’ve done and said Honestly I’m not even sure what i can say now to alleviate everything that I’ve done to you You don’t deserve to be treated like shit, just cos I was the one who was broken And honestly I really don’t know what I can do to make things better, but I will try And i don’t deserve closure But you do And I hope that you’ll be happy from now on I really really hope you get everything you ever wanted.  And I hope for my sanity, that I never hear about it 

My hand writes What my bitten tongue Cannot speak  Intertwine our strings Heed not the winds but our will We dance to our beat Two forward, one back Eyes locked, breathe Luck favoured the last Bitter was the root Yet hidden sweetness is tasted When roots mature as fruits

Affection, could I truly understand it? A flurry of dances past, and yet No closer I am to understanding this, this Curse This gilded curse that draws my life in And cuts it apart  It’s a promise to uncertainty  To months or years of grief Yet, its allure is undeniable I hope to possess it, but I too, fear it The prospect of giving up control of myself  Is a sour one, in the least And yet, and yet! I seek this flame that others call love In the hopes of finding my hearth The altar to which, I offer my soul If falling in love is akin to falling asleep, then I see myself falling into an eternal coma for you 

I think the epitome of love isn’t  “I need you” It’s  “I want you” Like I could live well without you  But why would I choose to live without you? 

  Poetry should be palatable to the populace So strip away the complex layers And reveal your authentic truth 

  Find yourself a girl Who brings you to church on Saturday morn Rather than club on a Friday night  Bar religion, one who brings you to community service  Upon the back of a Sunday rising Find yourself a girl  Who dances with you amidst the true moonlight glow Instead of below the false neon beams Who plays with the flame of the hearth And not the flame of a wildfire unbridled  Find yourself a girl Who strengthens your spirit with each strike from her kind hammer Not shatter it with cruel blows fuelled by rage Who builds both of you up like pillars stretching up to heaven’s bliss Not drag both your souls into the pits of torturous hell

A thousand moments A thousand miles  A thousand matters Away from you With the world’s beauty laid bare before me With work calling within my mind With exhaustion beckoning my sleep  All I see All I think All I dream Is you.