Comes in the middle of the day,
In the midst of busyness and air con,
It’s the moment you step outside,
And it sinks into you,
The Hotness of the summer,
The Hotness of the Heatwave,
The moment you feel it,
The drowsiness that comes with it,
It’s so hot,
This unbelievable, suffocating hotness.
The sun in Melbourne,
Is hot and vengeful,
Turning the fields,
The towering Eureka,
Sprinkling gold dust,
On a glimmering gold city,
The summer in Melbourne,
Changes with a heartbeat,
Like a fickle child.
And then the clouds,
Swarm across the sky,
As the sun goes from
Low to high,
And a cool change descends,
Embracing the city,
With it’s cool arms,
Leaving the city’s residents sighing,
Four seasons in one day.
Is beyond our dreams,
Spreading our wings into the infinity
That we are bound to airiness
Of something more than less than gravity
That we are nothing, everything, beyond.
Is biting our tongues,
Squeezing our eyes shut,
Looking for that sweetness
That should exist, yet has lost
To that bitter, distasteful feeling.
The sun is setting
And the uni work piles high
Disappear, run, hide.
[Readers, followers, fellow bloggers, I apologise now for any slack that’ll be evident over the next week. I’m drowning in uni work. I hope to be back on schedule soon!! Hope you understand 🙂 thanks guys!]
Is the lightness feeling
Of being absolutely elated,
Without another thought
Other than, the sky, the trees
And all things brightly happy.
Is such a long word that we like to use
In the moments where we put something somewhere,
Where we misplaced it once before,
And decided that we were absentminded
And not just simply “forgetful.”
Is the minute of fakeness,
Pretending we don’t know,
The truth of what you say, because
It’s undeniable, how much it’ll hurt
When we hear that dagger in the heart.
Is incurable, yet constant,
To the extent of heartbreak,
And disappointment of missing, it is painful,
Painless, to watch from afar,
The source of my feelings, that explode.
-ness is fragility,
Breaking into lustiness,
Transforming infatuation to love
And then sinking us in water
Where we become breathless, again.
Is never-endingly heavily,
Taking on different shapes,
Finding a way to haunt us,
As we take on age,
And transform from young to old.
Is the chaos and destruction,
That takes the lives of those we love,
And turns the world upside down,
Turning it into “painfulness”
The colour of blood and water.
Feels like nothingness
Giving me a feeling of uselessness
As I sit back on my chair
Looking up at the ceiling
Thinking, why am I so listless?
Is finding that one moment,
Where nothing else matters,
Where everything is so light
And fluffy, floating around me
Like feathers of the lightest down.
Words That Flow Like Water 