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
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
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
PRODIGAL POETRY (Inspired by the SAT 2018-19 Wordlist) I was adamant about writing this aberration of a poem However boisterous, brusque However bombastic or brazen A cacophony of words concocted on the screen A decorous debauchery derived from the dictionary What eccentric elicitation to evoke an efficacy I simply cannot fathom this fastidious fidelity Tis … Continue reading Prodigal Poetry
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
Write a poem without a theme A concoction of words across the screen Nothing of meaning Lacking in feeling Write a poem that's easier than breathing Here's that poem for which you asked Wearing frivolous diction as a mask A few minutes pass And alas Here's that poem I have been tasked What's the purpose … Continue reading without a theme
I loved you once. I loved you twice. I loved you, but never again. MG
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
The Curious Adventures of Gordan's Thoughts 