Transition đź“·

[The Daily Post – Photo Challenge] Transition – For this week’s challenge, share an image that depicts transition. Let life itself be your muse.


I’m doing this week’s challenge for fun and since I haven’t posted in a while.

I took this photo with my phone when it was raining recently,Read More »

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Swimming in lava

“You could swim in lava if it weren’t so hot.”
the little boy states matter-of-factly.

“That’s not true of course,” I think.
“Because it’s not just the heat that stops you from swimming.
But how can you swim against high viscosity that
Bandages stationary even an athlete’s limbs.
And if your muscles are rich, instead of the lava’s silica,
You won’t be swimming, but tumbling
Downwards with the current instead.
And how can you survive the unpredictability –
You may be fired out through a lava fountain,
Or destroyed by pyroclastic flows!”

Oh, the way we block ourselves with our obstacle minds,
while the ambitious swim towards their dreams.


Check out another of my earliest poems with a theme of dreams: She laughs at me

(And thank you for reading and supporting my blog!)

I Fear the Night

Every line is so brilliantly phrased and significant.
My favourite phrases are “a fossilized heart” and “the last thought on your mind is the echoed silence of my name.”

Killamenjarra

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I fear the night
This darken room
A barren chest barricading
A fossilized heart 
Mirrored in display

Sitting in this darken bedroom
My temperamental mind formulating 
Mathematical equations 
Seeking scientific hypothesis 
Intertwined with philosophical notions that the last thought on your mind is the echoed silence of my name

Burnt out cigarettes and empty liquor bottles
My sub conscience fighting to see clarity
Aimlessly walking around
Starring into shattered mirrors
Phone in hand
Contemplation creating battlefields of unspoken words in my head

Tear drenched pillow cases
Blank TV screens playing monotoned reruns 
Headboard designed like Gothic tomb stones as
This bed becomes a graveyard for this broken heart
Housing aged decayed bones between its sheets

I fear the night
This darken room
A barren chest barricading
A fossilized heart 
Mirrored in display

✺✸Killamenjarra✸✺

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