Life

Life has many waves,

That crash against my heart,

These are more powerful,

When i’m feeling upset,

Sometimes so strong i

Feel like i’m breaking apart.

Other waves are calming,

And i feel more relaxed,

And all the heartbreak

I once had flies away,

And a new pathway grows,

As i challenge all the

Difficult roads

I have encountered,

And start a new chapter

Of my life.

Love Potions!

Finally,the potion was complete. Eve was confused though.The liquid suddenly turned from pink to a dark,inky blue.Strange.She always expected a love potion to be red,not blue.She put the bottle by the window and flickered through a old spells book,waiting for Zain to arrive.

A few hours later…

Her heart pounded as Stephen,the most senior adviser in the royal household,announced Zain’s arrival.Around her tiny neck was a silver heart-shaped locket,with her name engraved on,which she clutched tightly between her fingers.Yet the moment she saw him,she felt all her nerves and tension ease away. Zain strolled straight in as if he owned the place,bypassing her adviser.

“Eve!”He walked right up to her and wrapped her in his muscular arms.He wore a sweet,trendy cologne,and cute,shady sunglasses.

“You’ve dressed up for the occasion,”She whispered,placing her fingers lightly on the textured shoulder of his black denim jacket.

He laughed.”Well,it’s only the biggest party of the year and i want to impress all these girls”.He started dancing on the spot.

“Stephen,give us a moment?”She asked,and waited for him to leave the room.

“You look amazing!”Zain said,stepping back and holding her arm out to admire her.

She did look good.Her long blonde hair was tied back from her face,a ribbon straining to contain her loose tumble of curls,and her stylist had embedded diamond clips into the strands of falling hair.her floor-length dress,made of periwinkle blue sparkles,which glittered and shone in the reflection of the Victorian mirror.

“Drink?”She asked.

“Of course!”Zain replied.

She smiled,then turned to pour the potion into two crystal shaped glasses.With one swift movement,she opened her locket.A deep indigo powder fell into the bottom of his glass,dissolving into a red liquid.

She examined the glasses carefully and breathed a sigh of relief-they looked identical.

“To falling in love?”She proposed.He took the glass from her outstretched hand and clinked it against hers,then smiled.

“To you,Princess Eve”.

“To us”.The words come out as barely a whisper as she lifted the goblet to her lips and watched him do the same.She closed her eyes,threw back her head and downed the drink in a single gulp.It slid down her throat as gently as a spread of sweet honey.A warmth rushed through her veins until she felt like she was burning with happiness.Her eyes flickered open.Then glancing into the cool blue eyes reflected in the silver base at the bottom of her goblet,she fell deeply in love.

fear of pets

I realized the time had come to make a stand when i saw it under my brother’s bed.I opened the door to a familiar carpet of discarded food,empty bottles,rusting cans,sweaty clothes,and reaking trainers.Approaching gingerly,i slid on what might once,several months ago,have been a cheese and pickle sandwich.Skirting around an army of drawing pins scattered menacingly on the bedside rug i caught sight of it peeking out from under a duvet.This was the final straw:he was keeping a snake in his bedroom.

motivation

Fruit

I get on life as a psychiatrist,
I’m a cute kinda person.
I like knitting on Sundays,
I like swimming in the week,
I like to contemplate fruit.
But when I start daydreaming,
My mind turns straight to chocolate.
Five, six, seven, eight…
Sometimes I look at myself and look into my eyes,
I notice the way I think about chocolate with a smile,
Curved lips I just can’t disguise.
But I think it’s chocolate that makes my life worthwhile.
Why is it so hard to decide which one I love more?
Fruit…
or chocolate?
I like to use words like ‘magic’,
I like to use words like’cheers’,
I like to use words about fruit.
But when I stop talking my mind turns straight to chocolate.
Five, six, seven, eight…
Sometimes I look at myself and look into my eyes,
I notice the way I think about chocolate with a smile,
Curved lips I just can’t disguise.
But I think it’s chocolate that makes my life worthwhile.
Why is it so hard to decide which one I love more?
Fruit…
or chocolate?
I like to hang out with Joe.
I like to kick back with Jenny.
But when left alone,
My mind turns straight to chocolate.
Five, six, seven, eight…
Sometimes I look at myself and look into my eyes,
I notice the way I think about chocolate with a smile,
Curved lips I just can’t disguise.
But I think it’s chocolate that makes my life worthwhile.
Why is it so hard to decide which one I love more?
Fruit…
or chocolate?
I’m not too fond of dragons,
I really hate bugs.
But I just think back to chocolate,
And I’m happy once again.