rest – Portrait of Em.

sunday

A Sunday afternoon

All I want on a Sunday
Is merely a refreshing date
Great coffee mild breeze childhood snacks
A moment of joy without the burdening sack
Bright sun white clouds and the very blue-blue sky
The feeling of rest is never to die.

Written on 18 January 2015

heart-of-darkness

Towards the darkness is a heart of hardness,
Messy and rusted,
Frosted on the ripple of stagnant moment.

Fragments of life,
Jigsaw’s pieces,
The lonely puzzle that is never to be completed,
For the fragile heart is broken into pieces
Engulfed by the mouth of —

Spirit of darkness,
Heart of coldness.

Written on 25 Jun 2014.
The very first poem since I have officially started my career last week.
I am, still and will be, a poet.