If I look into the mirror in 20 years time, Would I see the same face looking back at me? Or would her face be distorted, with no reason nor rhyme? Would that girl see what I see? Dear future self, how do you do? Are you the same as Read more…
Hello to myself I hope we are well, Please don’t tell me that we still dwell; On those friends –you remember- who tore us apart, Those friends –you remember- who shattered our heart. Never mind that for now we’re mature I’m sure there were more things we’ve had to endure; Read more…
Dear my future self – the future me. Is this where you envisioned you’d be? All those ifs, buts and maybes, Were they really worth the energy? I have faith in who you’ve become, All the pain and struggles now numb. So go ahead and chase those dreams, I’m sure Read more…
Hey there, future me, Are we happy, Wherever we’ve ended up? How’s the job? Did we achieve our dream? Was it everything we hoped it’d be? Sorry about all the questions. It seems like I’m pressuring you a lot But you know I’m curious. Sorry. It’s not fair that you’re Read more…
Growing up is learning that there are the four seasons; It is learning that life breathes in, and life breathes out, That the Sun herself wakes and then sleeps, That each leaf unfurls, and then withers, That the clouds themselves dance on an empty canvas If only for a delicately Read more…
I WRITE THIS TO ME IN TEN YEARS’ TIME AND WONDER IF MY TRUTHS REMAIN. DO I STILL REACH TOWARDS THE SUNSHINE? DOES MY LAUGHTER RIPPLE IN THE RAIN? I HOPE YOU KNOW, DEAR FUTURE SELF, IF YOUR PASSION IS ALL YOU PURSUE, SO LONG AS LOVE FLOWS THROUGH EACH Read more…
WINNER OF THE POEMS TO YOUR FUTURE SELF COMPETITION! Growing up is learning that there are the four seasons; It is learning that life breathes in, and life breathes out, That the Sun herself wakes and then sleeps, That each leaf unfurls, and then withers, That the clouds themselves dance Read more…
By Mia When I think of you,I think in two ways;Firstly cold and impassive,Abstract from the realities of my future lifeSecondly hot and protective,My future life flits between my fingersLike elusive threads of gold,Far too fragile for my callous hands. When I think of you,I hope that with every new Read more…
I am lost within and lost without This identity of mine That I seek beyond me And seek foolishly Years of learning to love Books and films and music And language with no borders Only to realise my heart is some hoarder’s Who hoards all she loves Into a mind Read more…
How’s the job, future me? No school, no exams, no teachers I’m struggling to hear, Whether it be in a lab, a lectern, or our own little bakery: Simply happy and free, on 60K a year. Think of what we’d do with that, All the bonny things we’ll buy. That Read more…