As I entered the pearly gates of the forest, the trees began to whisper. Long Droplet soaked grass folded underfoot, each blade bending to my will; branches hung low, brushed my wavy fringe back with delicate, finger-length leaves; the trunks, packed so closely together, surrounded me in a warm embrace, their rough barks brushing my t-shirt. No one tree stood rigidly straight, but tilted and wove ...

Dear Diary,

Outside, the crowds sing gleefully, their trumpets tooting while voices bellow tunes of victory and comradery. All but our family is down there, cheering on the young lads hungry for their country’s pride. Mum doesn’t join in, but rather chooses to spend her days sipping lukewarm tea and petting Roscoe in the living room, here eyes bloodshot from a lack of sleep and seemingly numb to ...

I made you a promise

I intend to keep

because by each other

is where we are meant to be

So they may calls us names

Throw stones at our heads

Chuck at us mud

And call us evil instead

But never have I thought of leaving your side

because as god is my witness

I would break if I tried

They plead and plead

for my to leave you behind

call the cops on you

let them take you inside

But cross my heart a...

Grasping at straws about what to do

How is it that everyone sees me through

Over and over I sit myself down

Sow doubt into my mind about whether I’m really just a clown

To question existence so deeply aloud

Lie on my bed, wondering how in a crowd

Yelling and yelling, but to no avail, do you really see me or is there a veil?...

Love is no fickle thing

At least not mine for you

It could shine through a thousand clouds

Through mighty storms, untold but true

Love is no fickle thing

Not capricious but divine

It does not wait for another’s bait

But hides and bides its time

Love is no fickle thing

But sometimes it is jealous

It hopes and prays to be seen someday

But knows it is the one that must tell us

Love is no fickle th...

“I never meant for it to happen, Daisy. Please, you have to believe me.” Henry spluttered, reaching his arms out like a wounded animal almost as if to grasp onto what was left of me that still loved him. “Daisy, please. It’s not my fault, she came on to me. I promise.” He sounded desperate now, his pleading grey eyes, dull in comparison to the moonlight that shone above the empty field we were in....