Month: December, 2012

Child’s Play

by retrodiction

All my little heart desires, is for the great beyond.

Leave landings and chase trains of thoughts,

Where it matters not how little it’s size.

Draw once, twice— perchance— thrice the unlucky lots.

Then, with luck, might it see that I grow wise.


Dream dreams for sure too huge for my heart.


Much rather I drown than live dreary.

Then will it seem that life be a living art.


Play pretend till such a time it comes my way,

Set sail! Set sail! Ahoy the blue seas,

Never again shall I envy by the bay.

Be as free, as free as can be,

Then more, perhaps, like Hobbits in shire, I’ll berth my own beyond.



Beyond Honoured

by retrodiction

Very Inspiring Blogger Award

Thank you Russell Boyle for nominating me for this award:


This is abostively posilutely amazing! And i’m most definitely beyond honoured to know that anyone would find me inspiring:’)


1. Link back to the blogger who nominated you. Done.

2. Post the award image to your page. Done.

3. Share 7 facts about yourself. 

  1. I have a tattoo on my feet.
  2. I want to be a writer/ have a go at any writing related jobs in future.
  3. I might have a tinsy love-hate relationship with smart phones. (technology repels me)
  4. I absolutely hate WhatsApp’s “last seen” function.
  5. I love smelling new books.
  6. I like pressing my face to warm fresh-out-of-the-printer pieces of paper.
  7. I am currently replaying Pokemon Crystal.

PS. I do realise how big of a dork these 7 facts make me sound…

4. Nominate other blogs and inform them about it. 

Hovercraftdoggy – Absolutely amaaaazing photographs.
I don’t really know a lot of blogs, but…. if I do come across inspiring ones I’ll be sure to add them to the list! Enjoy(:


by retrodiction

You don’t see the things I see,

Nor feel the things I do.

Said it isn’t meant to be,

But it was never I who chose you.

Little moments have come,

And lesser time has gone,

Yet I am sure this must be home.


Over again, shall I see and not be seen.

Might I stay put at where I’ve always been,

Wishing, willing, to rise above the din.

Yet more it seems, that gravity should win.


Once again, shall I hear and not be heard.

Like how dawn brings the morning song of birds.

But no warning can sound any more absurd,

Than the ones sung loud to the world unheard.


Then again, I chose to bear all that I bore.

Let it be on my sleeves that my heart I wore.

See, and hear, to hurt till sullen and sore.

Yet back again I come, begging for more.


I see the parallels drawn,

Between now and then,

And the many days beyond.

Fall I shall, again and again,

Far too quick, and all too easy,

To give more love in vain.

Know nothing more makes me as queasy,

Than my wittingly seeking this bane.

For in fate’s eyes I see disdain,

To seal this mournful pain.