I won’t tell you to be positive.I won’t make you feel like you need to hide.I won’t change the subjectwhen you start to share what’s hidden inside.I won’t try to fix youlike you’re some sort of broken machine.I will look without agendaat the truths you wish to be seen.I’ve been there myself;I’ve felt that pain […]
grounds are shakingwalls are caving in;exposing each fear,every anger and sin.every step I’ve taken,all I have beenchaos is brewing;the ice is too thin.alone in my headwords start to shake.releasing the pain,I let the ice break.cold water pullingit’s so hard to breathe.wounds I was hidingthey finally bleed.I’ve been here before.I know where to go.so journey I […]
Oh, but I am so very much more than a collection of pretty words. I’m tear stained and crumpled poetry; stirring, profound, rubbish, absurd. I’m tranquil shades of arcadian blue, a hawk soaring over wide open skies; demure and charcoal grey backdrops, and storms raging from swollen eyes. I am the stench of decayed, rotting […]
I’ll pluck these scraps of light from between branches and leaves and slices of night. I’ll hold the honeyed glow from street lamps, catch every shooting star; and use them to stitch you a moon. I’ll collect each raindrop and remember each tear. I’ll ebb and flow, I’ll drift with the river, until you can […]
I didn’t find my way back with grace but with grit – one day, one second, one fear, one tear, one storm at a time. I stumbled along, dragging the tattered scraps of dreams behind me – pleading, bleeding, and breathing in rhyme. At times it seemed the world was being washed away in a […]
One year of the elements – introduced and induced, one by one. Three hundred sixty-five lessons, beneath three hundred and sixty-five suns. The wind was the first among them to rise, to beckon, whispering my name, as a herald, a signal, a caution, a sign, that nothing would ever be the same. Next to call […]
In the first rays of sunlight that filter through my window, I see you shining down on me. In the starless midnight skies, I hear you teaching me. With each new breath, I feel you entering my very flesh and purifying my soul. And with each new meeting, you show me again what it is […]
In the light of the sun, may we loop the final stitch in all that’s been shorn unduly apart; and by the soft glow of the moon let us smooth out what remains of all our old scars. When we feel the slight itch of a past pain, let us casually brush it away – […]
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