Category Archives: Writing with soul

This is a collection of my own personal writing. Writing is the window to my soul – through this I express the depth of my feelings and thoughts through words that create a story. The story of me.

A blur

You know that feeling where it all just feels like a blur,

Two lost souls, two different worlds,

Answers in their eyes, yet they are so far,

You would do anything just to see their gaze, to feel there eyes on you,

And slowly, but surely, the wind whispers,

Please move on, there’s nothing left for you here.

Indescribable

Once in a while…ok that’s a lie,

Constantly…that’s more like it

You’re in my thoughts,

I just want to hold you under the dark night sky,

To laugh, to live, to just be in that moment,

In almost-lovers eyes, we’ll stare at what we could have been.

 

I can’t describe the way I feel when I’m around you,

I feel impulsive, I feel like I want to be let go,

I know what you want –

A beautiful woman wrapped around your arms,

With soft kisses as sweet as candy,

Like memories that never fade,

Like a music box that continuously plays.

 

I hardly see you now and I know this is the way things should be,

It’s what’s best for us, but maybe in a different lifetime,

When we become what they call ‘grown ups’,

We’ll decide to rebel against the world,

Against the pain, the worry and the uncertainty that comes along with youth,

With growing up and maturing,

With falling in and out of love,

With knowing what you want and don’t want,

Through figuring out the person you’ve become.

 

I can’t help the way I’m drawn to you, it’s all that non-verbal shit,

The way you look at me, the way you and I know what we’re both thinking,

I’d honestly rather forget,

But your words say one thing, and your eyes say another,

All I really need to do is look into them, that’s where I find my answers,

There’s really no need to ask, yet I always think,

I think and think and think.

 

It’s because there’s something between us,

Some call it chemistry, it’s some sort of stupid spark,

I don’t get it, I honestly don’t get you,

But one day I will, and one day we’ll get carried away,

In an indescribable moment, that just feels right,

When things that didn’t make sense before finally do,

And you realise, all you needed to do was wait,

To be patient, to be kind, to be rest assured that thing will work itself out.

 

 

Our Moment

Sometimes I still think of you, the one with the green eyes,

The person who believed in me, when I doubted myself,

You have many dreams, and I believe you’ll go far,

I hope one day you’ll think of me, and smile,

We carry on with our day to day lives,

We are in our twenties and we still have a lot to learn,

To be young and reckless, to be bold and courageous,

If life is said to be full of moments, then I know our moment came,

It also passed, along with the whispers of the wind,

Though you’ll always have a special place

Right here, in this beating heart of mine.

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A Day With You

I love your name, I love your smile,

I simply love the way you are,

I can’t stare at you for too long because I’d probably fall into deep,

You speak with such softness, which makes me want to melt,

I think if we spent a day together, we’d eat McDonald’s soft serves all day,

We’d laugh as though we always knew each other, we may just even dance,

In the moonlight, you’d twirl me around,

My laughter nonchalantly chasing the wind,

It’s soft and gentle, and for the first time in a long time,

I feel at peace with myself.

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The wrong girl’s heart

A shy wave and a slight smile,

It made me feel as though I could fly,

You had me then on that summer day,

You put my heart in some sort of dismay.

 

We’d look at each other, but never speak,

One day, some day,

I’d say, we’ll find a way,

But that hope in my mind slowly slipped away,

For I saw you with her, your arms tightly around her,

You kissed her forehead, and I think you were in bliss,

What can I say, that kiss made me see,

You clearly gave me a miss.

 

Your eyes don’t lie, and all I can do is sigh,

For I think you’ve won the wrong girl’s heart,

What can I do, please let me be,

For all I can say is, I’m happy for you.

 

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Maybe in different worlds and in different times

Please don’t stare at me

Because I might just want to run away,

Away with the wind, and into your arms,

I say that now, but then I think twice,

As there is someone waiting for you, and it’s not me,

So for God’s sake, don’t look my way, and I won’t look yours.

 

For each time you do,

My heart feels heavy, as if it doesn’t know what to say,

It makes me feel like it’s raining, and all I want to do is stay,

They say, one’s eyes are a window to their soul,

Beauty, constraint, and longing, that’s what I see in yours,

They speak to me as though we know each other,

But maybe in different worlds and in different times.

 

With a stare too long, I look away,

A strong gust of wind awakens me, it frees me,

As it gently whispers what’s true,

That I’m not yours, and your not mine,

Maybe in different worlds and in different times,

I’ll once again notice that stare, that once gave light to this lonely heart of mine.

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A prayer locked in a letter

Sometimes I think I’m in love with a ghost,

A feeling so surreal, it makes your fingers tingle, your stomach turn, and the lines of your face crease into a smile,

An unexplainable feeling from your heart to your mind that whispers, “He’s out there…somewhere,”

A silky dream among the stars, of lovers lost, and lovers found,

The kind that makes you feel alive as you yell at the top of your lungs those three words,

But to who, I’m not sure.

 

Perhaps a ghost in the midnight sky,

His embrace is gentle, his hand is warm,

And for the first time in your life you feel safe, it just feels right you tell yourself,

He leads you to the clouds above, as he whispers softly to your ear

Kind words that echo, “Come away with me,”

Suddenly, you are reminded of a letter you once wrote to God,

Young and foolish, you snuck it under your pillow.

 

Morning rays, dew drops and the scent of sandalwood surrounds you,

With one eye open and the warmth of the sun on your skin, you realise that,

Every thing has its place in time, even the sun must give way to the moon,

A prayer locked in a letter, but not forgotten,

Will one day be answered, in just a matter of time.

 

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Dear Mum

I write when I feel happy, I write when I feel sad,

I write at 1 am, and I write whenever I can,

In writing I find an escape, an escape that carries me through,

For you that don’t know me, I always like to smile,

A smile can be polite, a smile can capture serenity,

But for others it can hide the pain, of days you’d rather not say,

So then no one will ask that one dreaded question, “Are you ok?”

Does it really matter? Do you really care?

They say your mother knows you best, she gave you life and she brought you up,

But she also caused those salty tears streaming down your pretty face,

You look in the mirror, and ask yourself, when can I be gone?

Away from all this, you whisper in the night.

If I could just for one day fly freely and carelessly with the wind, I would,

Dear Mum, how many times do you look in the mirror? How many times can you feel what I feel?

Dear Mum, please know, there are many things I want to tell you,

Of happy moments and sad ones too, but somehow you make it hard,

When you criticise me, when you yell, you make me feel like I want nothing to do with you,

We are but two hearts, that have long lost their way.

People

I think in life we all play a character – someone we aspire to be. We take steps on this journey called life, hoping that one day we will get to that destination and become that person we envision ourselves to be. Deep inside, there are so many more facets of our personality – some we hide and some we are scared of. I think that’s what Marilyn Monroe embodied. In some way or form we can all relate, and that’s why 50 years after her death, we are all fascinated about who she truly was.

Someday, someone will walk into your life and make you realise why it never worked out with anyone else.

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Last night I flipped through the pages of my journal and I managed to find this message (above) that I had written to myself a while back. Then and there I decided to write a letter in my journal to someone that I miss. Someone who I share a lot of memories and inside jokes with. Someone who I’ve grown up with. Someone who just ‘gets me’. When I think of this person, I just imagine myself leaning on their shoulder while they have their arm wrapped around me, while we are both enjoying the tranquility and serenity of silence. It’s that feeling you have when you understand what the other person is feeling, and there’s just no need for words. I wouldn’t trade that feeling for anything else in the world. I call it bliss.