The Romantic In Me

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

Voice

You have a voice. They will try to silence you. They will make cacophonous noises. They will project onto you their issues. They will use you to fill their voids. But, you have a voice that is worth being heard. One of eloquence and poiuse One that sings like a bird. You have a voice … Continue reading Voice

You Me Them

I promised to write more than sappy love letters But all of a sudden you popped up out of nowhere Into my life, you came unexpectedly And never left, merely transformed into me See, we were separate once, many moons ago Not so many that I can't recall, though The memories have faded, new ones … Continue reading You Me Them

One Minute

“How has your writing been lately?” she asked. “Not so good…” he said. “Why’s that?” she took an interest. “Writer’s Block…” he played victim, blaming state-of-mind. She feigned ignorance, trying hard to empathize. “What’s that?” she responded with a question. “When a writer is blocked and can’t think of ideas,” he didn’t pick up on … Continue reading One Minute

Literally Literature

Huxley instead of Hardy Tolstoy rather than Tolkien Why Dickens when we've Dostoevsky? Oi, Kafka! Not Kerouac! Get more Wilde then chill with the Wordsworth Bring in Forster and replace Faulkner ...so maybe, just maybe, we could have a generation with jobs instead of “socialist warriors”.   #ReviseHowYouTeachLiterature     MG

We Were, Now We Aren’t

I once was young and I was naïve I dreamed of a future where we would be Together we’d fight, you with me Hand in hand so sturdily We pushed each other to rise above The hatred thrown by the world at us Together we fought them using our love The assumption that it would … Continue reading We Were, Now We Aren’t

Moving On

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