Jason whipped around, the crackling hum of wind made him fear something. It must've been death in general, or maybe just the idea of it. The sun was long gone, and the sliver of a pale orange moon was glassed over with blue dust, liquid moonbeams easing through the burning cracks of the sky. His little brother, Oliver was just seven years old, and clutching on to Jason's arm as if though his life depended on it. And maybe, just maybe, it did. Rosie, the hyperactive dog, was slouched over, hunched into a skinny ball of fur. They were late, and they didn't quite know why.
Read MoreI bow down to you
The father of my soul
I started anew
and held burning coal
Weak and exhausted,
Hammered to my bed,
not be trusted,
for I’ve lost my head
Stacks of worn-out sighs and swollen hearts,
The leg of Egypt lifting elegance,
on its stretched out deserts and smiling pools of golden blue,
Sinful day,
and truthful night,
will betray,
the eerie light
You slumbered in the middle of the sea,
with a melancholic smile on your soft face,
You dreamed of pretty things that could not be,
your dreams lulled you away to a strange place
Solitude,
is one feeling,
yet so many,
it is so vulnerable and nude,
silencing peace,
and creating a feud
It was a Summer night with starry skies,
The pale moon peeked timidly though the clouds,
The cool night air lingered with truths and lies,
The stars were glinting through the darkness's shroud.
My eyes flit open, darkness trickles in
The sky is cloudless, dun and without moon,
The wind gurgles, tiptoeing up my skin,
Inhibitions swept away by its tune
My legs, moving faster than my shadow,
the colours in my sweaty hand,
Too far in such a short distance,
like dying before the end of life.
You have found,
the all profound,
my warm tears,
my worst fears
So go ahead,
push me down,
slam my head
onto the ground
I've been sitting on the top of the stairs in my building for approximately three and a half hours. Sometimes I feel like it's the only place in the whole of the universe where I can reflect on things. Reflect, not think. Because I can think almost anywhere, whether it be about the colour of the stain on my new shirt, or the controversial theories regarding evolution, I know how to think.
Read MoreThe foundation of a tear
And the hoarse leaves
Whispering to themselves
Private as a long-forgotten echo
Read MoreLilies gripping slices of the sky
In their honeyed fingers.
The moon-eyed trees shedding their skin
once again.
I went through my life, past my character
All the way to Hell and back
To where I, my own competitor
Could soar through golden fields of black
Always there,
by my side,
spilling secrets,
never lies,
sometimes we laugh,
sometimes we cry,
friends forever,
friends for life
Waves of dizziness
seaglass juxtaposed
on fleeting misery