Poetry:
In these past few months I've been exploring the boundaries of my poetry and have have come to find that it's a more effective way of recording my emotions. When I look back on a journal it doesn't give me as much insight into how I felt as a couple of lines of verse. This is another late night composition.
In these past few months I've been exploring the boundaries of my poetry and have have come to find that it's a more effective way of recording my emotions. When I look back on a journal it doesn't give me as much insight into how I felt as a couple of lines of verse. This is another late night composition.
Patience's limit.
Perspective waits by the waves
Meteor showers spark possibility
Stars fall caught by deep horizon
Whispers cut through cobalt dusk
Paradoxically daring, but intimate
Meaning on the verge of realisation
Afterglow of headlights and rain
Hope expires with regretted absence
Velvet midnight waits untouched
A heart aches for lack of daring.
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