coming from the room upstairs
i listen to them
imagining that
you’re in a fury
your angry eyes
your trembling body
i do not know why
but i see you
like i see myself
when i lose my temper
My Blog where some of my journals, poetry, thoughts are exhited.
i can hear your stamping feet
coming from the room upstairs i listen to them imagining that you’re in a fury your angry eyes your trembling body i do not know why but i see you like i see myself when i lose my temper I welcome constructive but not rude comments.
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AuthorI started late to become a writer, after I graduated from the University of Auckland at the age of 57. It all began when one of my articles was first published in Muse, a magazine in Hong Kong. I just finished my first novel Tree which is about Chinese immigrants here in New Zealand. Being bipolar it hasn't been easy but I'm proud to have broken the vicious cycle and begin to enjoy life. I'm glad to have survived to this age and be able to live a most fulfilling life. Categories |