Poems

A place where lead turns gold
And the grass is always greener
Just at the tip of my fingers
And always untouchable

The keys to the brain, are in the abyss
The secret to unlocking potential
Yet we strive to pick the lock
For life stands behind a locked door

On the other side, there lies Truth
Truth of Life, True Potential
To pass, you must pay a price
And we do, on the door of death

The night is dark, mischievous, silent
The light is bright, sensitive, kind,
Together they clash, they don’t work together
They are enemies, they are nemesis, they can’t work together,
But so exceptions can be made,
there are two kinds of people in the world,
the ones that rebel and refuse
and the ones that accept and help.
Everyone chooses a side.
The Dark and The Light.
The dark is a mist it can’t be captured.
The light is a stem bright and hot, it can’t be captured.
Though they have their similarities
they will never work together,
light is praised,
the dark is in a dry vale
It can never be healed.

My unicorn takes me high and low
so I give her a bow
Her horn is so shiny
I don’t realise it’s tiny
She is so furry
I want it curly

As I wake up and I look out of my window
I see a land full of snow just for me,
I get out of bed and go outside
because nobody can stop me,
I can feel the cold snow underneath my breath,
I don’t care if I get a cold
because the cold is my friend.

It perches on a branch of the bitter leaf tree behind my home.

Oh! What delight I find in the delectable disposition of this gentle angel.

It wakes me with a gentle coo at dawn after a weary night.

It stares innocently at me as if it can tell my thoughts.

Oh!! I cannot envisage a morn’ without its happy chirping gearing up for a new day.

Adaba! The brown and grey feathered bird erases my tears and fills my heart with ecstasy.

The voices of sirens in the desert can’t compare to it’s soulful melody which I’ll always revel in.