Creative writing, poetic and descriptive pieces. Occasional short story.
This limerick is for mums Who work through rain and sun To make sure the family's fed To ensure the kids are well-bred To provide both discipline and fun Mothers all over the world Care for their boys and girls Loving them despite their flaws Guiding them to do house chores Watching as the future … Continue reading Mothers’ Day Limmerick
The romantic in me Falls in love with beauty A beauty so real It remains unseen Tis the beauty of a moment Trees -- nature's monument Grapes -- that will ferment Leaves -- colour grey cement Tis the beauty of people Whose spark makes you feel Whose presence makes you special The beauty of family … Continue reading The Romantic In Me
Space, as in the place in our universe where the planets are placed? Space, as in the pauses between sentences where the spaces are placed? Space, as in the boxes of rooms we pay for where the economy defines our place? Space, as in the metaphorical oxygen you need in order to breathe because you’ve … Continue reading Space
The low growl of construction The echo of city rhythms The flashing lights on the street The metronome of life's beat Sirens all around Noises, so loud People scream for no reason Regardless of time or season Boxes and lines everywhere Humans scattered here and there No matter where I look, there's a distraction Divided … Continue reading Urban City
The crossroad is where you and I first met, I inched forward whilst you raced on ahead, Neither of us knew what was in store But I sought direction and you just wanted… “more”. Here we meet again, at this crossroads, my friend; Me? I never left, merely needed the rest. You ran in circles … Continue reading Moving On
She looked at me with insecurity in her eyes, as if pleading for sympathy. I couldn't. Much as I tried to muster up a shred of compassion, she had used up the last ounce left in me. Used it up on some medial triviality that was, if anything, inconsequential to the matter at hand. For … Continue reading Kindness is Not Weakness
I'm not here to take the pain To shelter you from the storm again I'm not here to suffer the blame To confront the fire that can't be tamed No, I'm here on my own accord With an agenda, I forewarn I'll take the bull right by the horns Throw him into a garden of … Continue reading The Bull
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The Curious Adventures of Gordan's Thoughts 