The blues of pink.

Pink is the colour, so mild and dewed Attracts his eyes and keeps him glued. Earrings that dangle and dance with ringlets Pearls and diamonds and shiny trinkets. The wave in pace and sway of hands The idea of women’s wear, styles, and brands. The red flush lips and mascara eyes For a man, he…

The wind.

I fell in love with the wind and wanted to make her mine. She was all I ever wanted being with her was divine. She always swirled around me and blew my breath away. She was the wind beneath my wings I’m there for you she would say. I built a world of my own…

Shalom

A sea of yearnings  churn within me I feel the waves splashing torrents of restlessness. Imbibed deep  within my soul is a warrior struggling to swim against the tides. In my quest to obtain what I fathom not now an unknown something draws me nearer. I sweat and toil the grith of my existence while…

Lucid Reminiscence.

I wanted to burn my memories  that hunted me night and day. So I collected them all from my past And carried them down the way. They cried for me to stop and think before I act. They pleaded and reasoned enormously but I refused to consider their impact. Placing them all in a heap…

Is it love?

  Softer than the whispers of peace on a silent petal. Milder than the pastel hues of calmness itself. I feel your joy surround my soul. With a promise to be mine for evermore…. © Annadine Charles.  

Refuse if you must.

When evil triumphs and faith dwindles to the scums of despair  and hopelessness.  When every narcissist seems blessed with enablers that thrive at the cost of your kindness. When you can’t believe  what your eyes show you and hearing is strained for no fault of your ears. When your flesh is tired and your soul…

Besmirched.

Shed not a single tear for me when I am gone I won’t be there to plead before  to forgive you for your wrong. Mourn not in slightest repentance for all that you have done it wasn’t something accidental or light enough just for fun. You knew what you were doing when you singed my…

The culprit within.

What are emotions and why are we so vulnerable when it comes to the matter of our hearts being miserable.  Little weaklings in carcasses of huge creatures we transform in one-fourth of a second to cold blooded from warm. Swelling our meek image to larger than life with red fangs of cruelty, we snarl and strife. …

The last cry .

How I long, to wash away the blood off my hands now that I stand at the edge of my rope I dip them deep in the ocean of my deeds  rubbing them well in the waters of my grief the more I rub, the redder they get  cold-blooded stains of my past I don’t…