Our 3am Bike Ride | Poem

Deep-navy skies
vast above our heads.
Rampant street lights
alongside wind,
all up ahead.
Our dreams to reach,
like the stars which spread ,
across the road in front.
Speeding faster,
endorphins aglow,
we race through
our very own
picture show.

                                              - FrailRouge


Mon Amour

Mon amour
Mon vie
 et ma joie,
  tu prends. 

                -  FrailRouge


Fatal Solidarity

A creation
of loss
and space. 
Fatal solidarity
turning over
a buried 
to love,
and be



A wobbly day

Most days are alright.

But there are those that are a bit unbalanced. 
You can feel it in your gut the moment you wake up.
Today has been one of those days.
Like a glass plate teetering at the edge of a table.
Will it regain balance or will it crash towards the floor?
Mine almost fell, but it’s only 3’Oclock, there’s still time to teeter.

The things that have happened on this wobbly day thus far:

1.       Woke up in a panic
2.       Arrived late to French
3.       Incorrectly responded to everything in class  (although I studied French all weekend)
4.       Fell off my bike
5.       Arrived to Spanish and found there was an assignment due that day I had no knowledge of (no worries, I’ve just completed it and e-mailed it out, phew.)

Let’s see what the rest of the day brings….

Are you also having a wobbly day?


A few excerpts...

Some bits that i wrote at a time when i was struggling.

Numbing thoughts
and evening chills. 
Forgotten wishes,
rage-like fear. 

Asleep, the softness went,
replaced by currents. 
Each choosing to dwell
beyond the night.

The Mind, 
it dreams. 
Laughs at the terror it has caused
and the damage
it has wrecked. 



Today is already too much. 
86,400 seconds. 
A sunset & sunrise. 
An entire rotation,
12 to 12.
Today is special.