A story of the past…..

I’m so sorry I broke your heart. Didn’t expect it to throw us worlds apart. Distant were the days, lost from the start. We lit up our worlds, I believe for this was true. Loved unexpectedly, the story of me and you.

Years have gone by now, some things just don’t change. That spark in your eyes, shall never go away. Into the wilderness, into the dark, can’t say I didn’t try to find us closure for when we drifted apart.

Moving many years ahead now, this is only a story to be told. Everyones lives are expected to grow ten fold, but the old shall remain gold.

Don’t dwell in your past, we constantly tell ourselves. Moving forward is the answer, to possibly relieve ourselves. That express train you’re travelling on may just be the way, hop off at the right stop, the entrance to those happier days.

Kind Regards,

Greame – the.hopeless.poet

My past has been my practice pitch for what lies ahead!

I’ve travelled the seas looking for myself. Airport to airport, haven’t found myself. Walked the streets, I’ve tripped & fallen to the ground. Bruised & battered, I get up again. You gotta get up again!!!

Always a mystery as to what I’m searching for. The voice in my head saying “You’re not too far away!”

My past has been my practice pitch for what lies ahead!

Everyone’s a dreamer, dream as far as you can go. You’ve also gotta be a believer, to see what the future has in store. Don’t let the world tell you otherwise that dreams are just when you’re asleep, open your eyes one day to the glory, that red carpet will be the entrance for you to say “I’ve achieved!”

Kind Regards,

Greame Gomez – the.hopeless.poet

Imaginative dreams…

I’ve seen you at the end of the tunnel. I’ve seen you at the bar. I’ve wanted to ask your number, but somehow you’ve been too far. I’ve seen that mesmerising glow in your eyes. I’ve seen them at a far. I’ve not known your name to call it aloud, we drove separate ways, drunken in our cars.

You seem to like your cocktails, a long island by the beach. Gazing far into the sunset, a little lonely and out of reach. Tanning that beautiful body, blistering in the sun, each time I’ve approached closer, you don’t see me but somehow begin the run.

I Sparked a cigarette and watched you walked away, sipping on a chilled beer. I know so I even told myself, I’ll surely meet you someday. No fear of being broken, broken by the sound of your name. If destiny is in the cards, we’ll live a life playing the simplest game.

Everyone’s allowed to believe. Everyone’s allowed to hope. Everyone’s allowed to live out their most imaginative dreams.

Kind Regards,

Greame Gomez – the.hopeless.poet

Mental Health…

People continuously suffer from mental health and more often than not, it goes without a mention and the individual is victimized due to the inability to speak freely, freely to people who are open to listen.

I’ve written about speaking up before. Speaking about your troubles, your traumas, your insecurities. I can’t stress enough on how deadly dangerous mental health and depression is for any one, of any of age.

Don’t be afraid to speak up. Don’t be afraid of being judged for the person who judges you is lesser in strength that you are. Don’t be afraid to pick up that phone and make that call, you need it. Don’t be afraid to walk that extra mile because you don’t want be feel alone on that very night, just walk.

Let out your every thought to someone. Let out your every fear to someone. It can be of the least importance to someone else but you need to take that weight of your shoulders so speak up, don’t ever hold back those detrimental thoughts. Don’t ever hold back those tears. Cry if you must, it will ease the pain, I guarantee you that.

This needs to start from your very own household. Your school. Your work place. The gym. The playing field. Ask someone how their day has been. They may just need saving at that very exact moment you asked them that simple question. Always take a moment to understand more than just the words coming out from someone, but rather also the tone of the voice, their body language, these could all lead to little signs of mental health.

I’m all ears if anyone wants to talk and I’d request for everyone to be the same. 60 seconds from your day to listen to someone may just save a lifetime of sorrow and disbelief.

Kind Regards,

Greame – the.hopeless.poet

Perfect strangers….

She’s walking naked on that private beach. Her blissful body with that perfect smile. She walked right passed him, waved and said “wanna walk a mile?”

They’re in the Bahamas. He rolled a joint. Passed it her way. They don’t know their names yet, still strangers on the beach walking on their merry way.

The sun is setting as they continue their stroll. Conversations in the making as she now begins to roll. She takes a drag and says “puff , puff , pass”. He does the same and bursts out a laugh.

She walks closer to the calm waters, skinny dipping she goes. With her head above water, she stays afloat. She lured him in, into the picturesque sea. The light was fading and it was time to leave. They swam to shore.

He asked her her name finally as they were about to leave. She said I’ll see you tomorrow, same time, same spot and maybe this time, you take the lead.

Perfect strangers arrived the next day, another stroll and a dip he asked her in the most polite way. She rolled the first joint this time and said let’s smoke it another way. She lured him closer and caressed his lips, fuck the skinny dipping she said, all I need is your kiss.

Kind Regards,

Greame – the.hopeless.poet

What’s your biggest insecurity?

I personally feel that this is not spoken about enough. Communities don’t talk about it enough. People are becoming less caring or worried about one another. Also, individuals are less comfortable sharing nowadays, with the fear of being judged perhaps.

There is no perfect human!

We tend to live in such a hidden space of our own, anxious and afraid most times, with a lack of confidence and self belief.

It could be your height. Your weight. A comment that was made by a total stranger or a loved one that’s over the years become a deafening beating to your inner self, broken your blissful smile.

Insecure about love, insecure about ending up alone. It could be absolutely anything. Speak up though, we are never alone in this fight, you won’t ever be alone in this battle.

Look at yourself in the mirror. Look deep into your own eyes and realize that you’re absolutely one of a kind. Try hardest to let go of those insecurities coz I’m telling you now, you’re better than that! You’re worth more than that! Learn to love yourself and be proud of who you’ve become!

Don’t let anyone or anything bring you down! Fight those demons and kill them with a smile!

Kind Regards,

Greame – the.hopeless.poet

Here we come!

We’ve commenced the year on a high. Fireworks , hugs, kisses and joyful wishes. Better beginnings the world is thriving for.

Keep the positivity and optimism alive. Relish on the learnings of the past 12 months, adaptability and survival I once mentioned. Bring back the courage.

Thrive on the uncertainty life brings about. Thrive on the unknown, the unknown of the next second, minute, hour, day, week, month or even this entire year again.

Rebuild, reboot and maybe just maybe this time, don’t look back but rather move forward, work harder, find that extra mile within ourselves and not sink into the sadness of what’s gone, what’s not been achieved.

Ride that wave!

Kind Regards,

Greame – the.hopeless.poet

Survive – 2020!

It’s been a year of reckoning. It’s been a year of disbelief.

It was meant to be a year of opportunity. A year of continuity.

We look for an ignition to spark our lives again. Only distraught feelings with hopeless opinions. Lack of right decisions. Lack of judgement.

Christmas is nearing, bells aren’t ringing. Feelings seemingly dull. The sky isn’t Merry. Lights not bright. The weather is pretty pale.

Optimistic thoughts continue to flow in a world of absolute fear and sadness. It’s okay to still believe, believe in a better tomorrow, believe in a better new year.

Futuristic endeavours of going back to the happier days.

I’m sure you’ve all learnt a new skill though? Ask yourself and answer truthfully.
The skill to perhaps adapt and survive!

Kind Regards,

Greame – the.hopeless.poet

Chance….

Wait for someone kind. Wait for someone respectful. Wait for someone soulful. Wait for someone glamorous. Wait for some joyous. Wait for someone heartfelt. Wait for someone honest. Wait for someone spontaneous. Wait for someone who cares.

Don’t let go of that someone that matters. Don’t let go of that someone you care. Don’t let go of that someone that excites you. Don’t let go of that someone who has that inner flare.

Can they be found on the internet? Can they be found in a bar ? Can they be found in a place of worship? Or maybe driving a fast car.

Some people need to maybe let their guard down slightly. We aren’t all evil beings. We sincerely want the break that barrier where a simple “Hi” means he’s a creep.

We’d like to be allowed to approach you without a slap in the face. We don’t want your number to sleep with you, we’d like to build a possible defining grace.

PS : Someone once told me, everyone deserves a chance.

Kind Regards,

Greame – the.hopeless.poet