Every time she sins

Every time she sins
Her heart roars in protest
Every time she sins
It dies a little
Every time she sins
It bleeds a little
Every time she sins
She muffles its voice
Every time she sins
She pushes it under
Every time she sins
Her heart cries
And every single time
She wipes its tears
And persists.


The little girl and her balloon

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The little girl clutched her balloon tightly
Careful not to let it go.
She loved it and wanted it to stay with her
Alas, she clutched too tightly,
The balloon flew up to the ceiling of the room.
Horrified, she looked. Determined, she climbed
One height to another, to get her balloon.
Stretching her tiny hands out, she reached the string.
And just when she had it, she fell.
From height to floor she fell
Hurting her fragile frame.
The balloon in her hand, she braved the fall.
And just when she smiled
The sweet smile of success
Her balloon burst.
Her face fell.
The child grew up.


Inspired by “When I heard the learn’d astronomer” by Walt Whitman

Writing an essay last night,
I broke a sentence in the middle,
To draw a margin on the next page.
The margin on the paper,
Seemed to make a margin in my mind,
In my train of thought as well.
And when I continued the essay,
I started somewhere else.


She wished to dream..



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Normality at times

Normality is out of order.
Insanity seems to be needed.
At those times…
It seems better to let go
Of normality, and give in
To insanity.
But at later times…
Normality seems to have had been better
Than mastering insanity.
Because at aforementioned times…
Normality could have made the experience
Pleasurable, whereas insanity
Just made it temporarily enjoyable.
And then ruined the memory.
So at present time…
I favour normality.


Anxiety by Willow-Anne

Late at night is when I think
And try to I clear my head
I often stay awake all night
Just laying in my bed

As soon as I get comfy
Thoughts start racing in
I start to question everything
and regret my every sin

At first the thoughts are gentle
Like what will I do tomorrow
But as time crawls by; they escalate
Till I’m drowning in my sorrow

I think of all my failures
Every detail of what I did wrong
After hours of reliving pain
I convince myself I don’t belong

I suddenly feel isolated
and like the silence will never end
I feel like I will never escape
There’s too much I just can’t mend

I feel overpowered and worthless
Like I’ll never do anything right
I hide till the world fades away
And I’m awoken by the light

I realize a new day has come
It’s time to put on a brave face
I put those negative thoughts away
Until I return to this place



For Eternity


Serenity, after restlessness
Destination, after impatience
Peace, after struggle
Ease, after hardship
Relief, after trial
Is what a man yearns for.

And he gets it.
But then…
The cycle repeats itself.
And again comes;
Disturbance, after peace
Hardship, after ease
Trial upon trial
And destination after destination

It never really ends
Except, when he dies.
Upon death, he attains;
Either serenity, peace, and joy
Or never-ending agony.

And the choice remains in his hands,
Until he takes his last breaths.
But who knows…
When the last breath might be?
Breathe now, choose now, live now.
For tomorrow.

You can either burn for eternity,
Or be at ease for finality.


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