i sit far away from the world but not far enough so i also sit far away from the feeling of loss, of pain until i can only choke up a fleeting sadness to remember. to empathise sometimes i imagine you could raise a child in a place where the sun never shines and the … Continue reading A Memoir
Poems
The Setting Sun Is Like the Ages of Time
If you'd like more context and a somewhat deeper understanding of where and how this post came to be you may want to have a look at my most recent post, though it also isn't a prerequisite for a comprehensive read of this piece. This post is my way of reconciling and 'going forward' from … Continue reading The Setting Sun Is Like the Ages of Time
Smoke
The taste lingers in my mouth as if to mock what little solace I found in the dozen or so puffs I just let out into the air. Interesting thing, smoke: it’s like air except you can see it. As if it gives you a glimpse into the otherwise hidden and unseen forces of the … Continue reading Smoke
Untitled
The post were this poem first appeared can be found here: There is a coming tide – It will consume the clouds and cover the sky Dawning arrives as the sun sets and curtains are shut; beginning and end indistinguishable - It is time Come away, do not be so close. The tree looked and … Continue reading Untitled
A Trip into the Dark Ocean
Listen. i can barely whisper. When I speak my voice is soft yet coarse. it will pull you towards It, stirring something that lies deep within you... I think this is because on some level our entire being is to serve as a mouth piece for our real selves, that lies hidden deep within our … Continue reading A Trip into the Dark Ocean
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Protected: The Taste of Paper
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Simon Rakei 