Skinny Love

She tells me not to speak to you She is right, she is logical, she is thinking straight She doesn’t want me to regret later For talking to you isn’t something I have control over Talking to you takes me to another place The place where I believe I am happy And that happiness is…

Write with Roy & Dee Kay #3: Twilight Memories

Originally posted on The Floating Thoughts:
Dear Reader, We are back with the third installment of Multicollaboration for a poem with the WordPress bloggers. This poem uses four prompts written in 4 lines with each word in a different line #twilight #memories #you #moment Read now to find out how the memories unfold in the…

Why not feel Bright

Today everything seems so bright, And I can see the seven colours unite To form the white There’s a hidden meaning To everything I look, And whatever I do Is chronicled in God’s book. There’s a new world far yonder this And a longing to have the bliss To be there with the new Disremember…

Back-to-School in 22nd century

It was a cold winter morning. The sun had not yet risen. Twice the doorbell rang. Harry was annoyed. He did not want to come out of his warm cosy bed and face the chill of a December morning. But 5 o clock was the usual time when he had to collect his milk bottles…

Whispers

“It’s a day you have been awaiting,” I heard him say in his heavy voice as I focused my gaze on him. He was there, by the window, standing tall with certitude, staring out. His face shone golden-white and his features glistening with the scintillating silvers of the morning light. My eyes traced the contours…