Tuesday 30 September 2014

Lifeboat


For the words that were left unsaid,
there is a over-used book kept under her bed
there are pages that have the most delicate handwriting
with words of love and affection for her man.
There are pages that have been engraved with the harshness of a pen
words no one would say aloud, but note them down, she can
And the pages that you can see light through
are the ones where her mind and heart had battled and fought,
until she could finally decide what she wanted to keep
and erase the words that dug too deep.
and those pages that have smudges and blotches all over
they tell a story of hurt, or an overwhelmed lover.
She writes with a passion too strong to describe
and a heart that's taken a dangerous dive
The water gets rough and she struggles to stay afloat
but the book under her bed is her escape, her lifeboat.



Saturday 27 September 2014

His


And the most insignificant thing she does
brings life to his imagination
Allowing his hands to fly over alphabets
and words to fill across his screen
She doesn't need to leap buildings or break a world record
Even a smile that she thinks will go unnoticed can do the trick
She won't understand his obsession, and his way with words
She won't understand what he sees in her
he won't tell her either
Let the world read what she means to him
Let the world wish they had his girl
He doesn't need her to be more than she already is
she's beautiful, simple and his.



Friday 26 September 2014

Freedom*

These four walls they speak to me
They tell me of a freedom that I lost
I gave it away so easily that day
Not knowing how much it would cost

I long to feel free again
Not to be bound by these prison rules
Not to be told what to do and say
Not be treated like a mindless fool

After a decade has passed,  
They’re granting me reprieve 
A clean shirt on my hardened back 
And an identity on my sleeve

Liberty is at my door step
Soon, I’ll be homeward bound
My second chance to live life,
A new freedom I have found.

*terms and conditions apply'


Co written by Renita Siqueira

You can watch the Short Film we made here: 

Wednesday 24 September 2014

Masked


He had fallen in love with her beauty,
with the way her eyes shone and the way her cheeks flushed,
He loved when she looked up at him under those dark lashes
and even when she stared at him with a knowing smirk.
Her lips, pink as ever would light up his day.
Until one day.
she left the mask at home.
Everyone saw her differently,
pale they said is what she looked.
little did they know, this was the real her
this was her, without the cover
without a wall to hide behind
and when he came face to face with her
he said he'd seen nothing like it before
she frowned
no beauty like hers before, he amended.
she glowed.
Beauty in it's raw form, beauty that should have never been masked.
And he wished she'd taken off that mask sooner.