Just My Soul Responding – Amber Run

I found the meaning of life. Perhaps a mere experiment. Perhaps just a bunch of people rushing past each other, getting a morning coffee. Perhaps people cannonballing into water or perhaps just stargazing. ‘World Leaders’ with duties, teachers with duties, students with duties. Unwinding trails, ravishing waterfalls and a 15 year old finding himself while watching a sunset with tears running down his eyes. A convertible driving off into the distance and in a house not far from there, perhaps a town, with people gossiping of the latest scandal. An 18 year old, a high school drop out, disapproval written on every path she takes. An 18 year old who just received her college acceptance letter, then a denial. A new born baby girl, with all hopes of a wonderful, pure new life into this world, gone. A rapist and a victim. A woman into a forced marriage going through her phone in the corner of her home, away from all the screaming. Perhaps just a planet with a continuous series of unfortunate events. Perhaps such is the meaning of life.






The night was cold with its trees curling up and spreading out toward the edges of the sky. If they could speak it would be temptation wrapped in thorns and sharpness. The paths, cars honking and drunken laughter in the distance. Amber and glitter winking at its viewers brushed on an eternal void. Rouge lipstick and rouge roses begging to be sold and laris waiting to fall on small, youthful hands with eyes of eagerness and innocence hidden in its corners. Cobblestones you can slip between and birds flying high in an unusual, surreal number, mere speckled black spots on dark blue skies. This is the sort of place where you find yourself on the edge of an epiphany of the cruel yet convincing beauty in the world. 


Hello Realism

You can delete the pictures of all your bad memories Ignore the pain 

Laugh at all that’s laughable 

But there’ll always be that nagging question, wound and demon that continues prodding at you all the time while you go on with your life. 

 The little glitter jars that you found pretty will sparkle to mock you because darlin’ the demon has now got to you.

Wondrous Youths

My heartbeat like a wanderer, lost on a silent night, going over ledges and thinking about life. What are risks and what’s life without them? Jump into the water with faith curled up in your fist. Shoes holding experiences and crossing what can’t just be what anyone but a wanderer could see. My heartbeat is like a lost wanderer testing the waters, crossing every one but one, later in the end did I realise that the heartbeats would soon be none. 


Paradise af

You see, I wasn’t a big fan of normalcy. So I climbed the limits as far as I could, almost as though to fly towards the sky. 

But we’ve all done our science and baby, I fell. I fell so so badly yet I still kept going.

And when I crossed what I could, I wasn’t even surprised or exhilarated. I’d seen the sky, it’s the same as yours. 

I’ve seen this town well, afar and up close but even as I climbed and climbed and climbed I asked to myself, why hadn’t I ever given ‘normal’ a shot?

The word itself was plagued by lies, so much that we all yell at families and friends and ourselves to be normal again. 

Baby, I’ve tried to cross and reach as far as the sky and fly. Soar, in fact but gravity pulled me back to be normal again and that was when I thought to myself whether we all feast upon lies, just like we do with food happiness and colours. Words are pretty, lies prettier, the truth? That’s my paradise and that’s my normal. 

                                                T. M. B