INFINITE OBLIVION
EAST 15 ACTING SCHOOL
VOX FESTIVAL 2025
Poetry
The below are selected poems that I have written from January 2025 - october 2025.
These were used for inspiration when writing my solo piece, some were used more than others.
seasons
How lucky am I, with you by my side
Us growing stronger with each passing day
As beautiful trees growing in the world
Parallel but curved towards each other
As time moves forward, our leaves change
From green to red, naked to flowers
The red tone in the fall is magical and new
The flowering buds in spring move through the wind
As the power of our love spins the colors of the world
Spreading happiness and joy to those who see
Time continues and storms can hurt,
But the branches that touch never changes
As my love for you will never change
spilled ink
To be planted in a time before yours;
To yearn slowly, to love passionately;
Ink that spills while writing a love letter,
Your quill adding the perfect touch to words
You write from the spirit of your soul, from
Light within that manifests into words,
Into emotions, and imagery—the
Quill cutting out a part of your soul and
Imprinting it on this single paper,
A symbol of your entire being—of
The good, the bad, the light, the dark, ev’ry
Part of who you are—and you gift it to
Somebody you love and trust and care for—
No matter what—as long as Stars shine
In the sky, a being lives on the earth,
This piece of me will always be with you;
And you seal it with a kiss of melted
Wax in the color of your love’s eyes, the
Final element of love that’s given
Openly, fully, with every particle.
longing
The feeling of longing for somebody –
Aching for them –
Trying to be one with my emotions
And not letting them control me –
But I just long to be near them,
To feel their energy in the room,
To feel their skin against my own.
caged heart
We all have boundaries or walls that we build
To protect ourselves –
But sometimes we meet a person that changes that–
Whose mere presence breaks down the armor –
Dissolving in a flash;
The cage I put myself in disappears
Because love and care and unconditional support does that –
So I stand here bare
With my heart on my sleeve – open
Risking it all for a chance to love you.
growing roots
Growing roots
Underneath the apparent world
Connected to none
And yet to all
An evolutionary mind
Weaving and braiding
Through all our lifetimes
All our little futures
And pasts and presents
Untouched by the world;
It lives inside of us, me and you;
And we learn and grow
As trees untouched in a forest,
Being allowed to breathe
To learn from each other
And live our lives
Side by side
Hand in hand
Open to change
To possibility
To love and life
But always together
knives
To talk of love makes targeted your heart –
Weakness that constitutes showing your soul;
The colours within will scare friends apart:
A stranger, a love, and all who enroll
In this hellish dark landscape called life.
I wear this armor to protect what’s dear:
Then iambic pentameter that’s rife
Inside my chest – pumping with urgent fear –
That irregular beats will cause unrest,
Choking my soul as vines wrapped around
Abandoned pillars or arches that manifest
From Man’s neglected construction abound –
And nothing will stop this trembling idea
From infecting all parts of my being;
What’s once a health mind, now a stria –
Grooves and cuts, a reminder of fleeing –
Of attempting to forget who I am –
How noone can truly understand me,
Because every time I open the dam –
What protects me from a premature glee,
Thinking that I am accepted and seen
By those I believe I can fully trust –
And I’m shown to be a fool with now chine –
Left tearful and alone – in a disgust
Towards myself and who I thought I could be.
luna
The pull from the moon and the tides
Drowned us in heavenly bliss –
Filled us up and tore us apart –
Sewing us back together,
This time permanently healed.
memories
A dose of colour to cure –
That’s all that’s needed;
Snort some yellow, blue, or red –
Let the colours take away
The memories that hold you prisoner.
darkness
What if the sun slept in
And the night continued,
The cold consumed,
And the moon killed itself
From loneliness.
monster
How do I escape?
I thought it was right –
I run from the past,
The monster I once saw
Magic
The golden rays danced around us
And my mind went to the forest –
The path of green moss –
magic
sleepless nights
2:21 A.M.
Thinking, Pondering, Wondering;
The silence speaks volumes;
The sound of nothing,
Until the beats appear:
Iambic pentameter thumping,
My heart filling and expanding
With armor protecting my chest,
2:27 A.M.
Chainmail links cover the bones,
My body—my being
But how can it protect me from myself?
It blocks others—Making their intentions
Difficult and worthless.
2:58 A.M.
Distractions
Guard down
Tension, pain, sleepiness
Thinking of you
Your eyes, your soul
“I’ll always come back to you”
choosing love
I think of who I am, who I am becoming,
What started with lightning at a glance,
A pull so strong Earth’s orbit would fall,
Has grown into an indescribable love—
A love that layers within itself
Until it becomes subatomic particles,
A love that extends beyond imagination.
I’m not saying that butterflies don’t fill me
At the mere thought of you, that lightning
Doesn’t strike me when I get lost in your eyes—
But that each thing I learn,
Each laugh, each hug, each kiss,
Each day that I spend in this world with you
Allows me to understand what it feels like
To actually love and be loved Unconditionally—
And I’m not saying it will always be perfect,
That there won’t be any difficulties,
But I know we will prevail in the end.
I feel it and see it and trust in us—
In our connection and love,
In our communication and trust.
I will always choose to love you
Ivy
We see ivy grow up walls of
Buildings destroyed long ago;
Nature reclaiming the earth
As plants twist around columns
Crumbled from time.
Yet I wonder if the purpose
Is actually to heal—
To hold the structures in place,
Solidifying the union in history—
So that we will never be forgotten.
An amber lined flare
The sun greeted me between the spaces,
Blindly rebuilding the creeping ruins—
Turning back time as dandelions dance
In the wind of my heart.
The pearl in sight—a treasure
Given so openly, so fully—
Rewarded with disheveled ways
Now naked.
The sky expanding amongst the fields;
The curvature above in sight,
Waiting for the signal—
An amber lined flare.
lost in a maze
Lost in a maze—unwilling to leave,
An ocean persists—waves overtaking me,
I let go.
I give up the fear and worry
And lay in your arms;
In perfect harmony.
arthur’s seat
Being surrounded by hills,
Green grass half dried and half alive,
Hundreds of unique plants everywhere,
And you by my side.
A familiarity — a comfort surrounds me
On this mountain; the fact that people
Stood where I am hundreds or thousands
Of years ago — it is incomprehensible.
Our heads in the clouds,
Wind whistling around,
My heart beating half from the climb,
And half from the sight of you.
I feel held in a way I’ve never known,
Free in a way I’ve never felt;
Soaring high above all that was,
And seeing so much more.
A bright blue ocean in the distance,
And a city filled with old and new:
Structures with so much history —
Preserved through time and modernized
Pieces embedded into the land without
Interfering with the integrity, with the beauty.
Volcanic rock lining our path,
Each step, each landing,
My heart grows for you.
I didn’t even know it was possible:
To love you more than I did;
For my heart to grow bigger
From your gaze, from the feeling
Of your hand in mine.
And we sit. We stay. We take it all in, together.
The beauty of it all, every part of that day
Brings tears to my eyes.
Because I didn’t know —
I didn’t know that much beauty was possible,
That all of that love was within me.
And I love and feel and care a lot —
That’s what is crazy about it.
The idea that there could be more.
So much more I was capable of feeling.
Your gaze, your care, your aura, your soul,
I love it all, I love all of you.
The good, the bad, the difficult, the easy —
It is a choice to love,
And it’s one that I will always choose.
Because your laugh, your smile,
The way you see the world,
The way you think, your instincts,
Your everything.
I will choose it every day because
You are truly wonderful and beautiful,
Kind and genuine,
And I can’t imagine my life without loving you.
Here in edinburgh
Muted purple cluarán buds surround me
In this cobblestoned city,
Filled with history and memories
Of those who walked here before me.
My ancestors in kilts and corsets,
Once dancing around a ballroom
Or perhaps a couple in a perfect alleyway
Kissing under the moonlight.
A volcano above, extinct and ancient,
How many people climbed up there?
How many generations?
Height of Arrows, Ard-na Said,
Possibly where Camelot once stood.
So many stories surround me—
Of loyalty and love,
Of devotion.
Maybe we can make our own memories,
Stories we tell down the tree:
We can climb Arthur’s Seat,
Standing, in theory, where it all was;
We can dance under the moon,
Look at the vaulted Ceilings
Of St. Giles, hand-in-hand,
Admiring all of the beauty and history
Here in Edinburgh.
a white rose
A canopy of petals soar above;
While the magic around us propels them
To the heavens of the stage,
An equal share returns them back,
With us to witness the spectacle.
The feeling of warmth overcomes me,
Filling my soul with safety and happiness;
Experiencing what I deserve to feel —
What I was always able to hold,
I just wasn’t aware.
Doves float in the sky, stems of clouds swirling;
Time frozen with the bows, with the joy;
An end of a run — my dream in a frame;
A future with you by my side, up there,
Standing proud for all to see.
Seventy times mentioned in his words,
Conveying nearly every aspect of humanity —
A symbol that carries on for hundreds of years.
Yet when I think of it — a white rose,
What comes to mind now is this moment with you.
Seventy mentions turns into countless possibilities;
A constellation forms above — never before seen;
Invisible connections that led us to each other —
Serendipitous: our entire lives apart,
An ocean of change — of transformation.
Yet all of those decisions, minuscule or vast,
Always written to get us here:
Under the flowers, under the moonlight;
A story written in the stars,
A connection incomprehensible.
T'aimi πάντοτε et in aeternum.
fragments
My heart, which beats above the clouds,
Is Tethered to my soul, yet connected to yours:
An invisible string linking us
Throughout all of Time and space—
Fragments of our love blossoming:
Jasmines placed among the graves
of what could have been, what is, and what will be.
It blooms as our connection strengthens,
As our love deepens;
And the golden hue that surrounds us
Is the universe giving me another day with you.