Prose & Poetry

Set Free

Far in a distant place,

a ring of emerald trees waltzes with the wind.

If they could birl without the constraints of the earth

they would float up to the skies.

The clouds would embrace them in a haze of cool water droplets

and the sun would gaze longingly

for he was stagnant upon the watery blue sky.

In the centre of the ring of trees

is a girl dressed all in white.

She sways to a rhythm

but with a fervour free of constraint.

She whirls and swirls

dancing around the trees

leaves brushing her cheeks

no purpose to seek

humming a song only she can hear.

A girl set free.


Prose & Poetry

To Languish

I feel dread rising in my heart

Fatigue in my soul

Searching I seem to be

For answers that can’t be told.




Running through my head

Does my heart feel

Or has it fallen like the dead?

Prose & Poetry

Ocean of Silence

Oh, silence you are beautiful.

You are like a muted ocean crashing upon cliff walls

A heavy blanket that warm the coldness in my soul

Motionless energy that hums with life.


I lay in silence but the thumping

of my sleepy heart;

Awaiting for a new dawn of deeds

to be done and made.

New dreams to be wrung,

Grateful I am for I breathe!


Though I have a heavy mind

I think, and I feel the people within arms reach.

Melancholy they may be

Raged at some point of the day

Brightened at some way

Life is lived I say.



I am thankful for the peace you give me

When a day is done

And a part of the world is asleep.


You are the kindness I seek

In a world wrought with noise.

You are the darkness I yearn

When brightness seems too bleak

My Friend, to whom I will always speak.


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