A Chaotic Mind

The floors echoed with her thoughts
Thrashing, slipping
A thunder against the walls
Spinning webs of chaos
Ropes, heavy with her voice
A visible shrieking that was pulled forth from her mind
As she sat, eyes blank and cross-legged
Silent,
Alone in an emptied room

Enchantress

Honey dripped from her skin
Whilst gold delivered her words
And if she graced you with her smile
You would fall deep into her world

The enchantress wove a magic
A web cast far beyond her reign
Bearing gifts of true reflection
A mask beneath her name.

Emptied Light

The darkness of the cave

in which the stars were borne

shone bright, in awe

drowning deep within her form,

falling into an expanse

emptied of her soul

her name

a richness, a greed

that love had taken all.

When men stood before her

their eyes would seek her peace

the quietness,

a calm,

a bank for their release.

They filled her with their dreams

their tears, their hidden deeds,

and walked away in silence

replenished and revived,

emptied yet complete.

Unaware, 

an ignorance of bliss

man still paved his way

carving through earth

that no longer could exist,

to settle in the darkness

in the burden that she now bore

of the life within her soul

for her to weep away

in an act not quite abhorred

of an offering, making room,

always room,

in the expectance of the 'more'.

Blank

I look to the blank page before me

searching, yearning for a sign

in the briefest flicker
in the smallest sound
in the lazy trace I design,

yet nothing comes forth,
nothing,

but your name.

Too many emotions to filter through

and decide which one to peruse

to write,
whatever comes to mind

words, thoughts, desires,
but there are none,
none that I can find
to express what it is
that my heart can feel inside
and the only resounding feature 

breathing light,
life into my soul
sustaining each beating moment
looped through
threading each silent fall

is your pulse,
your warmth, your love,
my lifeline through them all.

Fate

You kissed life into fate
when you brushed against her hand
nestling between the lines
that you traced upon her skin
carrying her in your arms
as you surrendered to the wind
and floating amongst the stars
where you softly spoke her name
you cradled her in your soul
as fate gently drew you in.

I believe in fairies

I believe in fairies

I BELIEVE IN FAIRIES

*clap* *clap*

PS. I also believe in miracles, so please God, help me to annihilate (do astonishingly well in) these looming exams that I am horrendously under-prepared for.

I BELIEVE IN MIRACLES 

*clap* *clap*

Better than I

What is man without his shadow but an empty vessel
Navigating a plane in a darkness divine
And cast off from standing in his footprints
How does the reflection learn to survive.

You who once spoke my name
Whispering through the rustling pages of time
Now kneels from afar, head bowed in despair
Your eyes averted from mine.

Yet as I watch tears refashion mans soul
The hardness of clay is remould
And though I stand disgraced; unchanged, unbound
Light's path has become your abode.

Though we once danced through our death
Broken, I now stand alone in our game
And as Gods comfort veils your silent pleas
My heart bears grudge for the same.

Detached and replete in His love that you dine,
I remain ashamed, for you are far better than I.

Castaway

I swam in your shadow
Living within the margins of your soul
Drifting in an ocean, unseeing and blind

And now cast off, like a book emptied of its words
I know not whether I am lost or set free.

The Heart of Eden

The bite from the apple that was the first downfall of man
Was sweet in its taste of lust
And though shame bore fruit from the fallen
The taste could not be forgot

Bleak

Her shadows were cast by a fog of a conflict not yet resolved
Darkening each footprint in the glare of the blanket of white.

As she struggled in the face of the blizzard, shards as sharp as glass trickled beneath her layers
Burying her heartache in a chilling repertoire of a lonely guilt,
A sadness she could not derail.

A figure, merely a smudge against the skyline slipped in the melting snow
And on her knees, hands outstretched to the heavens, dried eyes burned in search for relief.

On a Cold and Starry Night

There is a grumbling wind that mutters outside my window
Sighing with a quiet rage of unfulfilled dreams
As he bows down in a chaotic prostration to the powers that mould it,
Fighting against a wall that will not break

Babylone Zina

Such a beautiful song:

The Quiet Place Project

Creating space for a little bit of peace...

1. http://thequietplaceproject.com/thequietplace
2. http://thequietplaceproject.com/thethoughtsroom/
3. http://thequietplaceproject.com/90seconds

Silent Retreat

I look down and watch the glow of a candle cast upon the ether of my soul
Where reflections dance on the surface of a gently rippling pool
And a bellied sigh resonates within the hazy timbres of an empty nostalgia.

Drifting in this hollowed trunk of mine, a stillness remains thick with whispers of neglect
And a silent breeze trudges heavily, nestling deep in its cocoon of rest.

Collage

An Answered Prayer

Red-cheeked and swaddled in faith, she sat, biding her time
Waiting for a sign, for the lifting of the veil.
On the bench she remained, day after day, a peculiarity that became the norm
And still she waited in patience,
Waiting for God's hand to hold hers.

And He came, kind and true,
Holding up the world for her, cradling her in His arms.

She looked up as snowflakes fell on her face, laughing aloud in wonder
For He had given her the heavens, He gave her His love.
Her eyes curious and bright, she poked our her tongue
To taste God's kindness, His warmth in the cold,
The heavens shaked with His laughter, a gift to the world
To hide the damaged ground, to soften the hardened soil
Like a balm to a broken heart.
She ran in circles to gather all of God's caresses
To let it soak into her soul
Her eyes turned in gratitude to the skies, God had heard her cry

She was fearless
She was free

No Limits

I looked to the moon for an answer.

If man could make their mark so far above, walking beyond the clouds
Who am I not to reach for the stars

Breaking Free

She felt each breath bind her blood to her past, weaving a path within the cycle of regret in which she had drowned.
A captive within an hourglass, she was held in a frenzied momentum with the dervishes she had borne.
The slowly flooding room crept upon her gown, anchoring her to a dance she could not break.

As time filtered towards a stillness, the soul of her unborn child whispered in her dreams, speaking to her of a life she had not dared to believe.
With sand beneath her feet, soaked in the fire of her sins, she walked atop the river of disbelief.
Now rogue geared and no longer bound, she joined hands with the dance she would live to keep.

Snow Day