Lydia : Writing

Ash Tray.

Ash Tray.

A Poem by Lydia


Cigarette ash on my laptop; I hate crying, But here I am, Just like old times. Life goes wry so easily, Twisting a grin to mock..
Showers.

Showers.

A Poem by Lydia


Reflections of a light bulb in the window, But the cat’s inside tonight ‘Cause we can almost feel the rain. I was on the ..
This Is It.

This Is It.

A Poem by Lydia


(Life, that is.)
Snapshot.

Snapshot.

A Poem by Lydia


I am always looking away from the lens, I can’t bear to have a straight face captured And put down forever on film. If you can&..
Tabula Rasa.

Tabula Rasa.

A Poem by Lydia


For once in my life I am building bridges Instead of burning them; Fire and brimstone no more. Life is an open door, And I’m..
Bloom.

Bloom.

A Poem by Lydia


Love was once an avalanche But the weight of it, Unbearable at times, Has slowly melted with the snow. I am the springtime, ..
Dreaming Wake.

Dreaming Wake.

A Poem by Lydia


Something to think about.
Fire.

Fire.

A Poem by Lydia


Words have been failing you. You are more electric than Edison, can’t you see? A spark, though seemingly insignificant, is pur..
Of Fish and Falling.

Of Fish and Falling.

A Poem by Lydia


We all fall down, that much I know, But you speak of falling though I’ve never seen it. No, not once. I haven’t breat..
Broken.

Broken.

A Poem by Lydia


She says, ‘Hello London,’ And I fear she’s forgotten me, Pushed out of her mind, Like the magic that made Her ho..