There’s something incredibly fulfilling about creating something that feels both personal and shared. Threads, my latest collaboration with Daniel Cavanagh/Weather Systems, is exactly that—a spoken word piece wrapped in the emotional depth of his music. It’s the third time we’ve worked together, and I can honestly say it’s my favorite so far.
This collaboration started with a moment of vulnerability: I reached out and asked. Sharing the poem felt vulnerable, but Daniel saw something in it—a resonance that inspired him to compose the music that now breathes life into the words.
The poem reflects on the unseen bonds that hold us together, fragile yet unbreakable, like threads spun in the quiet moments of our lives. Narrating it felt like opening a door to my own vulnerabilities, but hearing it take shape within Daniel’s music was transformative. The gentle chords rise and fall like the rhythm of breath, creating a quiet tension that pulls the listener into a reflective space where every word feels suspended in light and shadow.
Crafting the words was a journey of its own, but hearing them unfold within Daniel’s music felt like discovering a new dimension of the story. Together, we brought Threads to life, each adding something uniquely our own. His music doesn’t just accompany the poetry—it expands it, turning it into something larger than itself.
If you’re drawn to reflective spoken word or music that lingers in the quiet spaces of your mind, Threads offers an experience that invites you to pause, feel, and connect. It’s the kind of piece you might return to when you need to sit with your thoughts or immerse yourself in something deeply introspective.
This collaboration holds a special place in my heart, not only because of the work itself but because of how it came to be. Daniel trusted my words enough to create this music, and together, we built something I’m proud to share. I’d love to hear your thoughts—how does Threads resonate with you? Thank you for listening and for being part of this journey.
In August, I had the idea to walk down memory lane with the blog. After many years of sharing thoughts and poetry and everything in between, I wanted to compile a sort of best of, but that’s not as easy as I thought it would be. I am a harsh critic when it comes to my own creations. There can be tough choices about what to post and share, but I will share those posts that resonate with me when I reread them. Here is October’s throwback post. Enjoy!
We start with 2013, because the blog saw the light of this world in December 2012
There is not a lot of diversity in my November writing. There seems to be a lot of self-reflection in November, music and poetry too, but mostly, I seem to be preoccupied with myself. I don’t know. Maybe it’s because November is often emotionally charged in ways other months aren’t. I also noticed that I wrote a lot about my shoulder issues in 2019, 2020 and 2021. I hate that I could write very similar things about it right now in 2024. Anyway, I am sick, which is also a recurring theme in November, and tired. I may have pissed off my best fried accidentally earlier tonight. It’s not the best day today.
Don’t be shy about commenting or liking or sharing. And don’t hold back on browsing the blog. There is something for everyone. There are even a couple of recipes for food.
I admit, I take some pride in this. It’s an achievement; at least for me it is. The prevalent theme in my poetry is love, loss, mental health, relationships… Always a bit on the melancholy side of things, but I like to think quite emotive and relatable too.
So here is a little reminder of the books I published:
Unquiet Minds
Unquiet Minds was my first ever published book with my own full name as the author. It was an amazing feeling to hold this little poetry collection in my hands. Just the thought that this was something I had created, completely on my own. Every word written in this book, every editing mistake, I did it all. And I also took this absolutely awesome cover pic myself. It is a heavily edited soap bubble. Yes, that’s right. It’s no drawing and nothing mysterious. Just a soap bubble in the sky.
Drowning in a Sea of Voices
This one was published almost a year after the first. On the cover is me. Oh, don’t let me fool you, contrary to what you may think, my name and my face on a book was terrifying. Even more so knowing that I took that particular selfie in the bathtub. I am demystifying every mystery about the covers of my books in this post. Anyway, it is another little poetry collection; and again, I did everything on my own. I had asked online for a bit of help, but no one offered (I even offered to pay). I kind of like the cover of this book. Dark. Then again, that seems to be something my book covers have in common.
Heart of Stone
Now this was something else, something that still makes my heart swell with pride. Heart of Stone is a novel that I had written and posted on a site called Wattpad. But, it never felt quite finished; the characters never really left my mind, and so, one night I sat down to rewrite and edit the entire story. Chapters were added, characters were dropped or added and overall, the story came out more polished and more rounded than it was before. Now, the subject is not for everyone, in fact it is quite niche. It’s a love story. Romance. It’s a story about two men meeting at the right moment in time, when everything around them seems to shatter and they are the ones who can make the other whole again. Mental health (anxiety attacks) are a subject explored in this book too. I would say it is not cliché, but maybe I am the wrong person to judge. Riley Stone and Emerson Heart are probably the most developed characters I ever wrote. (Of course, as always, the editing and the cover were done by myself. This time I had actually found a beta-reader who gladly took the money but never got back to me with any tips or editing. I doubt they even read the manuscript… water under the bridge now) The cover is of a stone shaped like a heart, I saw it years before this story even took shape in my mind but suddenly, it all made sense. Heart of Stone.
A Life in Frames
With this release, I wanted to show off my writing skills, as boastful as it sounds. Many short stories (flash fiction) I wrote can be found in that book. It felt a bit like wrapping up things. I had published poetry, a novel, and now this anthology. I wasn’t sure if there was more writing in me, but there always is. Creativity is a well that rarely dries up, it’s just that the mind sometimes holds us back and tries to make us feel like failures. I can wholeheartedly recommend A Life in Frames though. It’s a good little book. Good writing. (As before, all done on my own, hehe – do you see a pattern there? The cover photo is a light bulb in the dark)
Out of the Dark and into the Light
This one should be called “the book that doesn’t exist” I barely advertised this one and only sold a handful of copies. I am not sure why it was difficult to get this poetry collection going. I suspect it was me leaving Facebook that made this advertising thing harder than it should have been. But I also admit, I barely remember anything about the process of writing the poems for this one or how and why the cover is the way it is. And to my dismay, I have to say, I don’t even own a printed copy of this either. (Cover pic – light in a hallway, and editing done by yours truly)
Perfect Imperfection
With this book, I had some help. The cover picture and the title were suggested by a good friend of mine – a creative person too. After reading a couple of poems from the manuscript of this book, the friend came up with the title – there’s a poem of the same name in this collection. Perfect Imperfection was also the first more official release. Or it felt that way. It was published with a local ISBN and was the first that could be found in the Luxembourgish National Library, that’s why, on Amazon, it says published by Bibliothèque Nationale de Luxembourg. It’s the book that made me a bit more visible nationally. I like this one, but maybe that’s because of everything that happened after the release of the book (referring to the visibility that I mentioned before)
Word Thief
To date, this is my last publication. It was released on my 40th birthday. In this book, you can find most of the poems that can be found in the other poetry collections too and then some. As you can see, it’s me again on the cover. Again it was a suggestion by my friend I mentioned above. The name Word Thief came about when I noticed that I do borrow words sometimes. No, no plagiarism, but I often use songs as inspiration when writing and I end up using words I heard in the songs I listened to recently. I am not sure if that makes sense. For Word Thief, I had a couple more polished angles to advertise; like the two songs Daniel Cavanagh recorded for me and put on his soundcloud site for instance. I was a bit disappointed at first that this book didn’t do as well as I expected it to do. Was it the price? Was I overestimating myself? All of the above? If you are a creator you probably know the feeling of feeling very strongly about your latest project only for it to fall on deaf ears. That’s what happened here. I tried many things to make it work but in the end I understood that I am just a grain of sand on this earth. I have no impact, no outside voice that matters. All I have is the passion to write and to keep doing what I started doing in 2012. The fact that I am not writing in my native language is something that adds to my insecurities sometimes, but then again, I couldn’t write as emotionally in my own language. It doesn’t sound the same. Anyway, I have many copies left at home of this one, mainly because of a printing error. There were white pages in the books that should not have been there – and for once it was not my fault, it happened at the press. I personalised every one of those copies with a little drawing (I am very bad at that) or/and a little note.
Fire & Rain
Fire&Rain is the latest addition in my self-publishing journey. It has been released on July 12th 2024 and marks the 8th book that was released with my own name on the cover. (The 6th poetry collection.) I am very proud of this book because I think it has some of the strongest poetry I’ve written to date. So far, there is no feedback about it but I will keep you updated. There are a couple of ideas on how to make Fire&Rain the wholesome release WORD THIEF was, but it is all still in the early stages. Fire&Rain is definitely worth a read if you are a poetry lover.
The Weight of Light
The Weight of Light is a collection of poems that balances raw emotion with quiet reflection. It explores the contrasts we live with: light and dark, love and loss, presence and absence. Each poem invites the reader into moments of gaslighting vulnerability, offering glimpses of the strength hidden in stillness. With simple, honest words, it speaks of connection, identity, and the way small moments can carry unexpected meaning.
For those seeking solace, connection, or simply a moment to pause, The Weight of Light offers a space to feel, reflect, and find light even when it feels heavy.
The August Current
The August Current is my tenth book of poems, and perhaps the most unexpected of them all. I hadn’t planned to release anything new this year, but in late July a sudden wave of words swept through me. In less than a week, ninety poems filled my notebooks—written in sleepless nights, carried by a current I couldn’t resist. This collection is different. Alongside the typed poems, I’ve included photographs of some of the handwritten originals. Ink smudges, crooked lines, crossings-out—all left as they were. They capture the poems in their first breath, raw and unpolished, with a truth that polished pages often lose. What makes The August Current special is that it wasn’t meant to exist, and yet it insisted. It carries storms and stillness, shadows and light, fragments of longing and release. For me, it stands as proof that sometimes the work chooses the writer, and not the other way around. Available as Kindle and paperback. Signed copies can be ordered directly from me.
Every one of those books is available on amazon worldwide, or with me – from this blog. I ship worldwide too with no additional fees.
I thank you for being here and maybe browsing this place a bit. I know, the sheer amount of written words on this blog can be a bit overwhelming but, if you like music, poetry, short stories or even some photography, I am sure there is something for you here.
Last month, I had the idea to walk down memory lane with the blog. After many years of sharing thoughts and poetry and everything in between, I wanted to compile a sort of best of, but that’s not as easy as I thought it would be. I am a harsh critic when it comes to my own creations. But last month’s post sparked the idea of doing this every month from now on. So here goes…
One post from the month of September since the beginning of the blog. Please enjoy and don’t spare the feedback.
Just like last month, I am surprised by the amount of poetry I wrote over the years. But I also noticed that September is always a time for change, a time for reflection. September 2015 is a month that changed my life, even though it might not be visible at first glance, after that month, my writing changed a lot. Things happened that month, and without them, I would not be here today, I would not be who I am, and I would not have thought about getting a job either. September 2015 was one of the most important months of my adult life. And yet, not much of that was shared on the blog. The reasons stayed and will always stay privat.
Just like in August, there is a little bit of everything: music, short stories, musings, personal stuff, and of course, poetry. All of the above posts, all 11 of them are worth your attention. You’ll see how much I’ve changed and how much I’ve stayed the same
Take a look and don’t be shy to comment. You will notice that I am not spoiled with comments.
And if you want to know more about me and where to find me, this post is for you
There’s something about the stillness of the night that invites reflection. As I lie awake, with the stars shimmering above and the world around me at rest, my mind wanders through the corridors of thought. In these quiet hours, when the noise of the day has faded and only the soft hum of the universe remains, I find myself revisiting my words, my writing, and the journey that has brought me here. It’s in these moments, under the silent watch of the stars, that the weight of what I create—and how it is received—truly sinks in.
I’ve always believed that writing is not just about putting words on paper, but about creating a connection—a bridge between the thoughts in my mind and the experiences of those who read my work. Over the years, I’ve poured my heart and soul into this blog, Reflections of an Unquiet Mind, and into my poetry collections, each one a piece of the intricate puzzle of emotions and ideas that define us all.
Recently, I came across a thoughtful review of my work that gave me pause. It’s not every day that you get to see your writing through someone else’s eyes, especially when that person takes the time to really delve into both the strengths and the limitations of what you’ve created. I’d like to share some excerpts from this review with you, as I believe it highlights aspects of my writing that I find important—and it also touches on areas where I continue to grow.
The reviewer had this to say about the emotional depth of my poetry:
“Catherine’s poetry collections, such as Fire & Rain and Perfect Imperfection, capture deep emotions with a power that can touch anyone who has experienced life’s complexities.”
These words truly resonated with me because emotional resonance is at the heart of what I aim to achieve with every poem, every essay. To know that my writing has touched someone deeply is both humbling and affirming.
The review also highlighted what makes my voice unique:
“Catherine brings originality to her work, blending familiar cultural references with her own introspective insights, creating a style that is both distinct and deeply meaningful.”
This blending of the familiar with the personal is something I’ve always strived to do. It’s my way of creating a dialogue with the world around us—taking what we know and reimagining it through a more intimate lens.
However, the review didn’t shy away from pointing out areas where my work might not resonate with everyone, and I think it’s important to acknowledge these perspectives as well:
“While her work resonates deeply with those who appreciate introspective and emotionally charged poetry, it may not appeal to readers who prefer more narrative-driven or light-hearted content. Her focus on deep emotional themes might feel heavy or intense for some.”
This is a fair observation, and I understand that my work is not for everyone. Poetry, particularly when it’s introspective and emotionally intense, can be challenging. But I believe that exploring these deeper themes is necessary to truly understand ourselves and each other. While I know this approach might not suit every reader, I hope that for those who do connect with it, my writing offers something meaningful.
The review also mentioned something that I’ve often reflected on myself:
“Some readers may find that her themes and stylistic choices, while strong, can become repetitive across different works.”
As a writer, it’s easy to fall into familiar patterns, especially when you’re writing from the heart. I’m constantly working to push myself beyond these patterns, to explore new ideas and to challenge myself creatively. Your feedback, as my readers, is invaluable in this process, and I’m always grateful for the perspectives you share with me.
Ultimately, what I take away from this review is a sense of balance—a recognition of what I do well, and an understanding of where I can grow. I’m committed to continuing this journey of exploration, both in my writing and in my life, and I’m so thankful to have all of you along for the ride.
Thank you for being a part of Reflections of an Unquiet Mind. Whether you’ve been here from the beginning or you’re just joining now, your presence means the world to me. Together, we’ll keep reflecting, questioning, and growing, one word at a time.
With gratitude,
Cathy
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This post was written a while ago. I was not sure if I wanted to publish it or not. Re-reading it, it feels a bit disconnected, a bit less passionate than I usually am. At the same time, I want to acknowledge this lengthy review I received by a reader of this blog who preferred to stay anonymous. (Another reason why I am slightly struggling with this post. But I promised to use no names and I am a woman of my word). What do you think? Share your thoughts 🙂
It doesn’t matter where you drown, you are still drowning. In the sand, where dreams are buried, grains shifting like the weight of regrets, a desert of silence, suffocating— you sink, you grasp, but the dust consumes.
In the clouds, where hopes are hung, the sky once blue, now heavy with storms, each drop a memory, too thick to breathe— you drift, you fall, but the mist encloses, wrapping your soul in vaporous despair.
In the sea, where love once thrived, waves that kissed now pull you under, salt stings your lips, your eyes, your heart— you thrash, you scream, but the depths call softly, seducing you into their cold, dark embrace.
In my eyes, where you thought you’d be safe, oceans glistened with promises unspoken, but those same waters can drown you whole— you look, you see, but you can’t escape, the currents of sorrow pulling you down.
It doesn’t matter where you drown, you are still drowning. In the sand, in the clouds, in the sea, in my eyes— everywhere you go, the weight follows, the undertow of what we cannot change, dragging us down to where light cannot reach.
I am up early today. I already cleaned the kitchen, put in a load of laundry, and had a cup of coffee outside. I am on my second cup now. Quite mundane.
This morning, I got a notification telling me that there is a new subscriber on the blog, yesterday I received the same notification. I just wanted to take a moment to welcome you both.
It also gave me the idea to browse the blog and share what I have been up to in the last decade on here. Decade? Yes, it’s going to be 12 years on this journey and there are no signs of stopping.
Okay, so what has happend on or around an August 23rd on this blog since 2012? Here goes:
2012 : nothing. The blog’s birthday is in December 🙂
What strikes me most is that I really wrote a lot of poetry and always seem to have. To be honest, I thought the poetry was a more recent thing and didn’t go back all the way. There is a lot of music too. August 22 was a month of music. And so many posts. So many words. And most are mine. It’s incredible. While putting this post together, I felt embarrassed by the words I read. And I was ready to change this post and make it something different. No one would have known, right? Well halfway through the embarrassment changed into something close to pride. I say close to pride because I am having troubles feeling that emotion. I was not raised to see my successes, I was raised to see my failures and dwell on them.
Be it as it may, above are (let me count again) 11 posts. I’d say they are worth getting some attention, but who am I to judge? The coffee is kicking in.
Did any of these posts stand out for you? Which one? I know it is a lot of work to read through them all, but let me assure you, there are less words in all the 11 posts combined than in this post here. The comments are open everywhere. Don’t hesitate to share your thoughts.
While I am writing this, I am also listening to music. (The moment I stop listening to music, something is very wrong). Oddly enough, the song is from the same band and the same album as the song from the 2022 post. Her Name is Calla – Animal Choir. Trusted readers know my story with this band extends way past the music.
Thank you very much for being there. It matters. You may think it doesn’t and that no one even notices that you are there. But I know and I see you.
If you want to know more about me or where to find me online or offline, take a look at this post:
With every heartfelt word you uttered, she found herself falling deeper and deeper under the spell of your captivating presence.
Despite her best efforts to resist the pull of her emotions, she was powerless to fight the inexplicable connection that had blossomed between the two of you. There was something undeniably magnetic about the bond you had forged, something that made it nearly impossible for her to imagine a life without you in it. And even though you were older when you first met, you too felt the same overwhelming sense of wholeness and belonging in her company. It was as if she had become a guardian of sorts, someone who showered you with the kind of unconditional love that defied logic and reason.
She knew your darkest secrets, the very ones that had sent other women running, yet she embraced them without hesitation, accepting you completely for who you were. The intensity of your shared emotions was nothing short of overwhelming, creating a pull so powerful that it seemed to defy the very laws of nature. Every stolen glance, every gentle caress, ignited a passionate fire within your souls that refused to be extinguished.
You found yourself constantly captivated by the mere thought of her, replaying your conversations in your mind and savoring the melodic sound of her laughter.
As time passed, the bond between you only continued to grow stronger, with each new discovery deepening the profound connection you shared. She became your confidante, your safe haven in a world that often felt tumultuous and overwhelming. You marveled at her ability to see through your carefully constructed walls, gently coaxing you to reveal your true, unguarded self.
The age difference that had once seemed like an insurmountable obstacle now felt inconsequential in the face of your all-encompassing love. Together, you had created a world of your own, a realm where judgment and fear had no place – a world where your profound connection reigned supreme. In this sacred space you had created together, time seemed to stand still, and the outside world faded into insignificance.
Every moment spent in each other’s company was a testament to the rare and precious bond you shared. The way she looked at you, with eyes brimming with adoration and understanding, made you feel truly seen for perhaps the first time in your life. Your conversations flowed effortlessly, ranging from lighthearted banter to profound discussions about life’s greatest mysteries.
In her presence, you found the courage to voice your deepest fears and wildest dreams, knowing that she would receive them with open arms and unwavering support.
The physical attraction between you was undeniable, a force of nature that sent electricity coursing through your veins with every touch. Yet it was more than mere desire; it was a spiritual connection that transcended the physical realm. In her embrace, you felt a sense of coming home, as if your souls had recognized each other from a time long past.
As your relationship deepened, you began to see the world through new eyes. Colors seemed brighter, music more poignant, and even the simplest pleasures took on a heightened significance. She had awakened something within you that you never knew existed, breathing new life into your very being.
The transformative power of your love story continued to unfold, weaving a tapestry of shared experiences and intimate moments that seemed to defy the constraints of time itself. Every day brought new revelations, each one cementing the unshakable foundation of your relationship.
You found yourself marveling at the way she could anticipate your needs before you even voiced them, her intuition a showed the profound understanding you shared. As you navigated life’s challenges together, your bond only grew stronger. The obstacles that once seemed insurmountable became mere stepping stones on your shared journey. Her unwavering support became your anchor, grounding you in moments of doubt and elevating you to new heights of self-discovery. In turn, you found yourself becoming a better version of yourself, inspired by her strength and compassion.
The depth of your connection manifested in countless ways. A simple glance across a crowded room could convey volumes, your silent communication a language known only to the two of you. The gentle brush of her hand against yours sent shivers down your spine, igniting a passion that burned as brightly as the day you first met. Even in moments of silence, you found comfort in each other’s presence, the steady rhythm of her heartbeat a soothing melody that calmed your restless soul.
As time passed, your love continued to evolve, taking on new dimensions and revealing hidden facets. You discovered that true intimacy went far beyond the physical, encompassing a spiritual and emotional connection that seemed to transcend the boundaries of this world. In her arms, you found not just a lover, but a kindred spirit, a partner in every sense of the word. Your restless and fragile soul had finally found a safe home.
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fiction – 826 words – reading time: 4 minutes
it’d been a long time since I wrote something like this. It fell out of my fingers Wednesday night. It was late and I couldn’t sleep. I had this picture of a couple in my head, who against all odds seemed to be drawn to each other and who were perfect for each other no matter how much they fought it.
After yesterday’s petty post, I decided to published this (as a scheduled post). It is not quite as good as those stories used to be, but in time I will get back up there.
Sometimes it feels as if I am writing into the void. That’s often nice enough, but sometimes, I crave some feedback. Maybe some attention, you could also say. A decade ago, I shared many of my stories on a site called Wattpad. It’s one of those sites where you post your writing and with a little luck, you get instant response. The dopamine rush of that can be addicting and I admit, when I stopped writing long stories and only poetry started to leave my fingers, the interaction became less and less. I was spoiled by the young readers and their enthusiasm and it couldn’t be diverted to the poetry. I decided that it was time to go. I had a great following there; three times as much as I have here. And most of them were active in one way or another. I miss that here. I am very grateful for the handful of names that pop up daily in my notifications. Very much so. And I can never repay you for the time you’ve spent here on my blog.
It’s petty but I kind of miss that instant gratification I had on Wattpad right now. I miss more people reacting to my writing. And sometimes I think about joining that place again, just for the sake of it. But the truth is, I’ve outgrown the site. I am in my 40s and shouldn’t want that kind of attention. Then again, attention generates sales. I sold two copies of Fire & Rain on Amazon since it came out. And two here on the blog. Often I wonder if I even have the right to call myself a writer or a poet. But I am. I have all the words and the files to show that I am.
That sounds all wrong and infuriating, doesn’t it? But there is a reason for that too.
I write daily. Post new poems almost daily too. I wonder if it is too much or if I am not good enough after all. Maybe the voices in my head insisting that I am delusional to think that my writing has any value in anyone’s life are right and I should stop pestering everyone with it. (Writing this, allowing the thought to appear in black letters on my white screen makes me feel embarrassed and fragile.)
Sometimes, when I receive a very nice comment, I screenshot it. For exactly the above reason. To remind myself that at one time, one person was affected by a string of words I wove together. I need that reminder. I need to remember that I matter.
That’s why I collected few mentioned screenshots and put them in a gallery on the blog. On the desktop, it should be to your right, on the mobile it should be visible when you scroll all the way down.
I am not a pretender, not a fraud. I know words. And I know how to use them. I know what sounds flat and forced and how to put a sentence to make it emotive and real. Rationally I know all that. But I doubt myself anyway.
I feel the need to say “THANK YOU” to all of you who are here in this corner with me. You’ve found me and liked me or my words (or both) enough to show up again and again. I am not giving back enough, but I love and appreciate you a lot.
and as I am sitting here, bleeding my thoughts on the screen again, a song called Panic is playing. A song I haven’t heard in years. It came on in a Spotify playlist. The lyrics are a bit weird, poetic and relatable. The song is a lot louder and more chaotic than the music I listen to recently. My kids are joking about it, they say I’m growing into a softy. And maybe they are right. Then again, maybe they aren’t.
I look up and out of my window and see the blue sky, the wind that is caressing the grapevines and the old linden tree. In the window of the neighbours, I can see the reflection of my home. I love my home and the life I am living right now.
There is more to this day than my sullen mood. A lot more. I will make lunch for my daughters, pick up my son from work (with my new car) and then I will read, listen to music and remember that I am not alone. Even if I feel quite lonely right now. It’s too quiet around me, it makes room for my thoughts to become too loud. This too will pass.
If you have a minute, take a look at the new gallery. And if you have two, could you leave comment for me? Just to let me know that you are there. Thank you.
I am yours, now and forevermore, My soul entwined with yours like a river, Flowing together, a boundless shore, Destined to be one, forever.
Your heart, my heart, a single beat, Pulsing with a love so pure and true, In your embrace, my world complete, A love that transcends time and renew.
I am yours, a promise etched in stone, A sacred vow that binds us, unbroken, Through life's ebbs and flows, we stand alone, Our love, a flame that can never be spoken.
Forevermore, my soul is yours to keep, Intertwined, a tapestry of grace, In your arms, I find solace so deep, A love that knows no bounds, no place.
With my heart in flames, I watch them burn, The dreams we shared, my soul’s concern, Consumed by the blaze, their embers fade, As I try to forget your eyes’ embrace – betrayed.
The fire rages, a desperate plea, To erase the memory of your love for me, But in the ashes, your gaze still lingers, Taunting, tempting, like a lover’s fingers.
I tried to douse the yearning in my chest, To free myself from this torturous quest, Yet the smoke still rises, a siren’s call, Reminding me almost of a love I can’t recall.
In the end, the flames have run their course, Leaving me bereft, without remorse, For I know, no matter how hard I try, Your eyes will forever haunt this soul of mine.
Time's cruel march, a relentless thief, Steals the faces I once knew, Trapped within these frozen frames, Their essence fades, no longer true.
The smiles that once so brightly shone, Dim with the weight of years gone by, Expressions frozen, a facade, Concealing truths that make me sigh.
These photographs, a cruel charade, Trapping souls in a timeless game, The faces that I cherished so, Are not the same, no longer the same.
I yearn to reach beyond the glass, To touch the lives that once were mine, But time's relentless, ceaseless flow, Has left these faces, no longer here in time.
How I wish I could rewind, And hold those moments, pure and bright, But, they are trapped, beyond my grasp, Frozen in time, a fading light.
With fervent heart and yearning soul, I gaze upon the heavens above, Captivated by their radiant whole, Drawn to the stars I so deeply love.
No limits shall hold me back, No doubts shall cloud my vision true, For I am driven, I will not lack, The courage to reach for the stars anew.
These celestial wonders, they beckon me, Igniting a fire within my breast, To soar beyond the earthly sea, And claim my place among the best.
I’ll climb the heights, defy the odds, Undaunted by the challenges that loom, For I am destined to touch the gods, And bask in the stars’ eternal bloom.
So let the world watch and behold, As I ascend to realms unknown, For the stars, they shall soon unfold, The dreams that in my heart have grown.
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The above photo inspired this very spontaneous poem. I took that picture with my phone (moto g72) tonight. I didn’t know it could do that and I am absolutely amazed and blown away. Once I figured out about how to change the long exposure, I activated the self timer and put the phone on a table. This is the result. I am sure your phone can do the same (and maybe even better). I will explore more in the coming days.
In the void, where shadows reign, I scrawl my words, a desperate refrain, Painting the walls with thoughts so frail, Yearning to make the darkness pale.
These meaningless words, a feeble light, Flicker and dance, a futile fight, Against the looming, haunting gloom, That threatens to swallow, to consume.
A glimmer shines, A hope that defines, The power to confront the night’s embrace, And walk this path, a safe haven to grace.
Though the shadows may never fully depart, This wall, my walls surround my beating heart, Where I pour my soul, my fears, my pain, To make the dark less daunting, less insane.
For in these words, a battle is waged, It keeps my spirit, undissuaded, unaged, Refusing to succumb to the void’s decree, Finding strength in the act of being free.
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i am at that stage again where I can’t sleep. I am tired, I just want to sleep
reflections of an unquiet mind 