Was it all the more sweeter
Because it was stolen
Did it make our hearts race faster
Because it was forbidden
Did it illuminate the moment
Only because it was illicit?
Author Vonita
Failed
I had a thorn in my flesh
Testing me
Over time
I was defeated
The pain reminds me
Every day
The scar might fade
But might never be erased
Facade
I have an RBF. Apparently. Resting bitch face. I remember reading an article once on the every day lives of men and women. Women are expected to smile more and look pleasant. I have observed this in the workplace too. If a woman doesn’t smile often she is deemed miserable. But the same does not apply to her male colleagues. I have never been able to wear a facade. If I’m happy,I look happy. If I’m sad, I look sad. Stressed, looked stressed. Etc. My RBF doesn’t help though. Sometimes I am feeling just fine, but because I’m not smiling, I have a demeanor that may keep others at a distance. I don’t mean to though!
Here’s me looking happy 🙂
Licorice
I disagree with anyone who says licorice tastes good. Because licorice does not taste good. There is no part of licorice that tastes good. In any shape, size or form. I haven’t yet figured out why licorice is actually produced in the first place. And why anyone would want to eat it? It doesn’t look good or appetizing either, resembling something like a car tyre. And who wants to eat their car tyre? So where would the appeal even lie?
Fairy Lights
Our words are our signature –
How delicately they are strung
Like chains across a room
Either binding to take captive
Or as fairy lights strung joyfully
Each story carrying the mark
Of its maker hiding nothing
Captured Emotions
As I felt them
So I wrote them –
Those brief
So fleeting
Feelings
Floating
Emoting
Flying
Within,
Around me.
Before they burst
I captured them.
Unfinished
My current pile of unfinished books consists of a Dale Carnegie classic “How to Stop Worrying and Start Living”, a Rumi poetry book gifted to me by my beautiful friend nia, and below that “All the Light We Cannot See” by Anthony Doerr. Non-fiction, poetry and fiction all stacked in a pile next to my bed. Happiness is…
I’m Missing You
I say the words I shouldn’t say
I do the things I shouldn’t do
But through it all, my feelings show
When I fall asleep and wake up blue
Your image fills my heart and mind
I wait to speak, to tell you so
Wish you were here, I’m missing you
Fallen
I made a vow
To serve my Lord
I made another –
A lifelong song
My steps, they falter
Along the way
But still, my heart
Cries out to Thee
My Father, Saviour
Lord of all
I kneel before Thee
Rescue me
Blinded
I look at others
Wanting what they have
Desiring all the world
Without seeing
The world inside
Of me
Poems and Petals 