Pump up the temperature. Heat it up,Heat it up. We need to kill it. There’s an intruder. We must fight it If you see it. Lock it. 105°C ~S.H.~
Category: Poetry
So I’ve been working on a short film for a school event and things have been a little bit busy but exciting! Will see if I can post a video…
I feel the air, Wafting above. Its a grey cloud, Hovering, aloft. You can’t hide it, From me. I feel it seeping in, My bones. And sometimes I, Become engulfed…
I breathe in the soil, That You’ve showered, With love and care. And underneath the moonlight, My knees bent, Breathing in salty nights. I hold or own nothing, Not this…
If it keeps on rising. Rise if it – If it keeps – Climbing. It keeps – Shining. Smiling Thank you Sunflower. Keep on – Smiling 🙂 ~S.H.~ The weekends…