Leaving my country After 11 years Was exciting and equally scary Something that I don’t do much Is living in the moment Which gives you a unique feeling In a way, it felt like freedom The kind you never want to end But time was up And I had to come back Alex
Light and dark Day and night Sunrise and sunset The sun is up And you can feel its heat On your skin That brightens soul And everything is right Once again When the dark Haunts the sky The bad thoughts Enter the mind Which brings your life To a standstill. Alex
At night I wake up It looks blindly dark You can almost taste it What steals my sleep Is pain That of the body Or that of the mind And writing My words down Is the only thing That brings me Any kind of relief. Alex
A drink for you Is like a drug That one thing You can’t live without it places your happiness On the edge Which turns you In this angry monster That no one knew it was in you And as a result It breaks your family apart And leaves them With a scar In their heart.
Don’t give up Just yet My friend Hold your head up And look in my eyes That will be the mirror To your soul That will show you Who you really are Alex
This topic is a hard one for me to talk about it since it's what makes writing and being able to write is super close to my heart since it's the way I express myself. Ever since I can remember trying to spell, write or read because I do see words and sometimes even numbers … Continue reading Being Dyslexic and A Writer
Believe it or not, I lived in Gozo for 18 years and did all my schooling there so, in theory, I should be happy to go back to it right? In a way, I need to write this down to rid of some of the pain in my chest even if risking to sound like … Continue reading Childhood Ramblings!
A street divided One side with the rich And one side with The poor The rich with shopping bags But when you turn your head You see people on the pavement Begging for something To eat While watching The people on The other side Throwing away Their money and Good yummy food
The bluest of skies With a silent breeze The most golden of wheat And the birds Singing their sweet song So peaceful Outside that little house But inside There is a man That is tired Of fake smiles Fed up of pretending That everything is good And right When his mind Is sick And dark … Continue reading Off The Topic Thursdays/ Hidden Truths
Christmas morning Bells are singing Snow is falling And gifts are under the tree Kids wake up! The hot chocolate is Warm and ready Look! Santa came And gave us So many gifts And like that We sit around the fireplace With the sound of the fire cracking And happy faces We … Continue reading Blogmas Day 26: Off The Topic Thursdays/ Christmas Morning