I'll probably just post random shit.

 

24th-ofjune:

How do you explain
Someone who is the entire world to you
The sun, the moon, all the stars
The ground beneath your feet
The air inside my lungs
I’m so lucky
To have held onto you this long
I can’t imagine living my days
Without by my side, now
I guess I could say my whole life
Has felt like one big search
For a familiar face, a familiar touch, a familiar place
Then I found you, and I realised
I was just looking for home.

24th-ofjune:

Found an old copy of Mockingjay at an op shop. I haven’t read the series yet, but I love that I’ve got a cover that I haven’t seen before. 📚

24th-ofjune:

Found an old copy of Mockingjay at an op shop. I haven’t read the series yet, but I love that I’ve got a cover that I haven’t seen before. 📚

Anonymous asked
Your poem titled Dull, Has the word 'haiku' in the tags. That isn't how you do haikus.

askindya:

I would like if you explained what you mean. “Haiku” is a term used quite loosely with poetry these days. I am aware that they are typically Japanese poems about seasons, but I read a lot of poetry by a range of different writers and they all write haikus about whatever topic they please.

In my eyes, and in the eyes of many other writers I follow, a haiku is a three line poem consisting of seventeen syllables - the first line having five syllables, the second having seven and the third having five - which I have done. 

How I wish that every Tuesday morning
when we wake at 7:15am, to the orange sunlight
shining through our bedroom curtain
we could go for a walk to a cafe
and get a coffee (iced for you)
and some banana bread
(you know it’s my favourite)
then come home, sit out on the front lawn
watch the rays shine on the road
see every car pass by, and wonder
where they’re going - and why so fast,
but I know you’ve got to go to work
and I’ve got poems to write
if I ever want to do it for a living,
so I’m okay with laying in an empty bed
for a few hours, knowing you’re out there
working and making money so that they we
can travel to Paris, and Canada
and hopefully one day move to the UK
where I’ll be a writer, and you’ll be doing the same thing
as the people you admire online,
and we will have everything we’ve ever wanted
even though now I am pretty sure
that all I’ve ever really wanted
was you

Tuesday  (via 24th-ofjune)

24th-ofjune:

#throwback to when @nationalprotocol and I accidentally stumbled upon a Buddhist festival in the city 💐🎊

24th-ofjune:

#throwback to when @nationalprotocol and I accidentally stumbled upon a Buddhist festival in the city 💐🎊

24th-ofjune:

I do not know whether eating junk food when I am sad is a way of treating myself, or punishing myself.

You always said that
I was your sun. Well, I think
I have lost my light.

Dull, IS. (via wordsofindya)

http://wordsofindya.tumblr.com/post/94971399643/one-of-my-poems-has-been-published-on-germ

wordsofindya:

One of my poems has been published on Germ magazine’s website! I’ll leave the link here for anyone who would like to see.

Germ magazine is an online literary magazine aimed at those who love literature that are high school aged and beyond. My personal favourite writer Clementine von Radics has been featured in Germ, so you know it must be good. There’s more to look at other than just poetry too, I encourage anyone who sees this to have a browse through their website.

24th-ofjune:

Late lunches, hand holding, Up Words, little drives together and cooking dinner - my Saturday evening with Daniel was lovely, as always. Feel free to tell me about yours.