Hotness

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.

 

Four Seasons in One Day.

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.

Boundlessness

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.

Bitterness

Is biting our tongues,

Squeezing our eyes shut,

Looking for that sweetness

That should exist, yet has lost

To that bitter, distasteful feeling.

Haiku #9

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!]

Airiness

Is the lightness feeling

Of being absolutely elated,

Without another thought

Other than, the sky, the trees

And all things brightly happy.

Absentmindedness

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.”

Deafness

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.

Lovesickness

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.

Breathless-

-ness is fragility,

Breaking into lustiness,

Transforming infatuation to love

And then sinking us in water

Where we become breathless, again.

Madness

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.

Listlessness

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?

Happiness

 

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.