Thursday, 23 March 2017


It's the colour of her dress when she leaves you breathless. It's the colour of her lip when she whispers in your ear. It's the colour she sees when she gets mad at you. When you hurt her and she screams, it's the colour that pierces the atmosphere. When you calm her and hug her to your chest, it's the colour of your pulse as she listens to your heart. It's the colour of her lips when you kiss her after that 'I do'. It's the colour of the love marks you leave upon her skin. It's the colour of her cheek when she listens to your sweet nothings after so many years of marriage. It's the colour that leaves her face after that final goodbye. It's the colour of your heart shattering and bleeding at her grave. It is not the colour you see as you cry because she is now in deaths embrace.

Wednesday, 22 March 2017


Fairytale, something resembling a fairy story in being magical or extremely happy. She was extremely happy, she believed that he was her prince charming. She was on cloud nine, blissfully unaware of the monster she loved. For this is reality and the prince's are all villains. Showered her with sweet words and blinded her to his evil. She didn't know that the moment she gave him what was most precious to her, he'd leave her broken like little fragments from a glass heart. She was thrown into a new darkness, not willing to believe her fairytale was over. But what she never could see was that not all fairytales were meant to be happy, some were meant to deceive, some were dark and filled with tragedy. But all she could do was drown in that darkness while he laughs on his path to his new victim. Her screams of torment and sadness pierces the air like a banshees cry, her eyes red rimmed from tears like a Vampyr's blood filled eyes. Little by little she embraces the deception, she embraces this new fairytale, she embraces this change. Her laugh filled with the vengeance of valkyrie, her eyes blazes like the brightest flame. In this new fairytale she'd be stronger, she'd be wiser, she'd control the ending. She'd make the monster fear what he had created, she'd make him face his sins.

Secret Admirer

I’ve never been the type to speak my mind on matters of love, I’ve always been the type to help others get their happily ever after, but not grasp my own, and with you it was no different. I kept everything on the inside, never letting my true feelings out, always hiding my thoughts, faking a smile when hurt, never really knowing how to speak out, to say the things I’ve always wanted, so I decided that what better way to tell you, than through a letter. It’s the best way to convey what I feel, and how I feel towards you.
When I close my eyes and dream at night all I see is you, because all I can see is you, I can’t forget about you. When I toss and turn at night it’s because you haunt my dreams. I’ve tried to tell you, really I have, but there’s a part of me that is afraid to take this risk. Maybe you’ll never know how much I feel for you, which may be fine with you, but it’s hurting me. I choose not to show it though.
This feeling is like fire burning through me, and I can’t ever be the same again. You bring out the beast in me, I fell in love from the moment I saw you, cliché as it sounds. ‘I’d give up forever to touch you, you’re the closest to heaven than I’ll ever be’, or so the song goes.
What I’m saying is I’m truly, deeply, madly and irrevocably in love with you. I just want you to know who I am, and maybe someday you will.
                                                                Love Forever,

                                                                Your secret Admirer. 

The Unsaid

It's not What was said that that ended their relationship, it's what went unsaid. He never told her he loved her, he never wanted to scare her away. He never said that she was the most mesmerising creature he'd ever met, he never said what needed to be said. Now she's gone with the last rays of day and his life is plunged into a never ending darkness. Maybe if he just told her what was on his mind, maybe if he was brave enough, maybe... Now he's just left alone in the colourless life with the unsaid and she's gone.

Do you think love is a waste of time?

Question: Do you think love is a waste of time?


I wouldn't say falling in love is a waste of time, love is irrational, that doesn't mean it's not worth it.... the experience itself is what makes it worth the Trouble.... contrary to popular belief,you don't love once, you love multiple times, each time you love you learn what you want in someone, until you get that person that you just can't live without, that person you can't go a day without hearing their voice, that person that a simple smile from them can brighten the darkest days for you, that person that when you think of your future, you think of them... that person that you're willing to put aside all the heartbreaks to be with.... when you find that person then yes, thats how you know it was worth it, thats how you know that it wasnt a waste of time, cause every long lost dream lead you to them, the others who broke your heart they were northern star guiding you on your way to them, a broken road that leads to them.

4 Am magic

The first time I saw you I was speechless. In that moment I understood how the world was a magical place. I saw the colour of delicious chocolate in your eyes, I saw the texture of silk as your hair. I smelt the sweet scent of fresh rain after a hot day, I saw the beauty of the sunset in your smile. I saw the confidence of hurricane in your step and the gentleness of a rose in your touch. You were like the eye of the storm, calm and collected but the aura of strength and destruction. Your lips as soft as a dove but as firm as steel. Your laugh melodious as a fairy on a midsummers night but eyes twinkled with mischief as puck's did. I never noticed, I always thought that you were a beautiful oberon, a splendid Odin; but I came to realise that you were a Loki in disguise, a hades meant only for darkness. You were all that was dark, yet all that was light... and in that contradiction I found what I never knew I needed. I found the darkest light; A beautiful disaster, a calm storm. I found a Loveless Love.

It's quite weird, I know but idk, I just came to me.

Saturday, 11 March 2017

Is there Life after Death?

Some people wonder if there's a life after death; wondering what's in that great beyond. I'd like to think there is, like the heroes of norse myth there's a valhalla for them, and the people of Egypt the great anubis guides them to the underworld. I'd like to think death isn't the end, there isn't a great nothingness after you perish but a new adventure awaiting you.  Wouldn't it be something to me Micheal or be graced by the ultimate fallen? But then again wishful thinking never gets us anywhere. Death is a mystery we as humans should not know the answer to. We live our mundane lives looking on, smiling, laughing,  crying, living, but fearing that one day the grim hand of death will get us. And in that aspect we'll never see the true beauty that is death. The irony in it all, we spend our lives trying as much to stay healthy and be safe and no matter what at the end of the live there's only deaths embrace that awaits us.

My friend 'A' gave me this prompt to write and I just wrote and this is what came about. My ramblings don't always make sense, but I still hope you do like it.

The Fire Inside

I think you'd like this story: "The Fire Inside" by null on Wattpad

So check out this little thing I wrote on Wattpad. If you like it, leave a little vote on my story and a comment  😁

First Love

It's been a while since I've posted. I've recently listened to Yurima's album "First Love" and had some inspiration. So this is just a little impromptu writing called "First Love"

First Love
Some say your first love is the one that makes you smile so hard it's like your face is about to break. That person who'll make you laugh when you want to cry, that person who kisses your wounds and heals your heart aches. The one who'll love you with all your flaws, and praise your queer way of thinking. They're like the sun in the sky shining so bright. But like Icarus, if you fly too close to that sun, you'll fall. To me, Your first love isn't defined by the first person to make you feel all these things, it's the first person you give your heart to conditionally, the person you let walk right into your life and allow to break your heart. The person who has the power to be your demise. And when you thought you were the master of your fate they came in like a storm, and leave a pain that can't be shaken off. And even after all this they'll never leave you, they'll always be in your heart, they'll always be there tormenting you, calming you, being a guiding light. They make you curse life but love life at the same time. They'll never leave you even as they fade from view. Your melancholy heart will always beat for them. They're your inspiration. And beyond all the hurt you still love them for they are your first love, and you can't possibly bring yourself to hate them. So don't be afraid to find that love, no one ever said it'll be easy but it'll always be worth it. Your first love will break you and make you. And that my dear Is your "First Love."

Simply Iris.