Clouds suspended in the ocean above
and their liquid silver peripheries illuminate the surrounding sky.
Revealing nothing
But concealing
Nothing…
The air is
Still.
Cold and warmth are…
simply suggestions
Situated in the serene.
Your mind breathes
indulges in the silence it’s been starved of
for hours.
Years..
Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 6:08 PM UTC
The earth was skinned alive
Then its epidermal dirt…
was slowly rubbed in eyes
Rendered blind
Tilted head
When the sun rests high
Begging…
“Sun, catch my iris”
“Sun, catch my iris”
To no avail.
Pupils drowned in the dark
Dilate and swallow.
The loathing hollows
This vessel filled with rich soil.
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 6:04 PM UTC
Searching for sonder
but your shadow is a glutton.
A better self pleads
for some respite from the sudden
realisation that you can't sustain yourself
like this.
isolating...
ruminating...
Scraping your soul's calluses
It's dead skin.
Dead sin.
but your ego is carniverous
thinking trauma makes you different
and kind words are an irritant
still pray to God for deliverance
Oh, the cognitive dissonance...
of a healing mind
where a peeled scab is rehab,
but it's all by design.
Dec 29, 2025
Dec 29, 2025 at 9:59 AM UTC
Staring at the wall.
Fake ivy strewn across
a blemish of black mould.
An unfortunate self-portait.
Dec 16, 2025
Dec 16, 2025 at 10:57 AM UTC
Before the sun returns
bask in a deluded state
tell myself a thousand lies about
past mistakes, what's at stake?
Before the sun returns
I'll doomscroll 'til my eyes bleed
satiate my soul's greed
my better self
he does pleed.
Before the sun returns
ambitions war with self image
anxiety disguised as sobriety
so I'm rendered timid.
Before the sun returns
suburbs will be painted through
silver-lit streets
and wishes for new silver spoons.
Before the sun returns
I'll crane my neck to the brink
Stare into the sky where
stars wink
Boeings blink.
Before the sun returns
I'll be submerged in serenity
find contentment in my existence
but only temporarily..
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 6:16 PM UTC
You see, the water does all the things it’s meant to.
It does everything and nothing
It goes everywhere and nowhere.
Its essence is dichotomies and dualities
The shores line its gentle brutality
Infinite and dangerous - an endless finality
Sometimes still – a lifeless vitality.
The wind can push it
The earth can shake it
To understand this paradox is a risk –
Don’t take it.
A stagnant mind will see you drowned.
Producing these lines, but not a sound.
Words to be written but not to be spoken.
These are the words my soul has chosen.
Jul 30, 2023
Jul 30, 2023 at 4:11 PM UTC
Splinters, blisters.
Losers, winners.
Saints and sinners.
"Come in for dinner" s
It's where we learned to socialise.
Our very own sovereign land
zero politics
and conflicts always solved
hand to hand.
Loud junctions juxtaposed
against our little corner of paradise
motorists peering in when they stop at that red light.
Ringing on doorbells, buzzing on intercoms
The anticipation
to hear whether your friend was home or not.
Colourblind kids with the most vivid sight.
Retrieving footballs under parked cars
was the extent of our plights.
I didn't know where the world would take us
or the type of people it would make us,
but something I learned from a young age
is that the rest of the world isn't like
Gooseacre.
Jul 29, 2023
Jul 29, 2023 at 12:24 PM UTC
A moment of clarity
Stifled creativity plaguing my sanity.
Negativity’s rhyme scheme
Always alters the atmosphere.
Writer’s block obscures a slighted right hemisphere.
The brain’s left side is logical, factual
The right side intuitive and creative,
My brain marches - left, right, left, right
All over ink stains and blank spaces.
Navigating these ruts requires emotional dexterity
and my creative muscles have been stiff
So, it’s difficult to write with sincerity.
I can’t just churn it out while I’m burning out
Maybe I should try, I can be quite cynical
Not all creative blocks are easy to lift
Mine weighs one hundred and seventy odd syllables.
Sep 10, 2021
Sep 10, 2021 at 8:06 PM UTC
Where anger and grief learn to handle their frustrations
Where your mind sits down and tends to complications…
Where truth and lies stand on equal footing
Where ambitions and doubts do their pulling and pushing
Silence is…
Chaos and calm
Spiritual balm.
The abyss where you can find both,
healing
and harm.
Sep 10, 2021
Sep 10, 2021 at 8:01 PM UTC
Intertwining souls
Immaterial and immature
Navigating each other’s boundaries,
coasts and shores.
Redefining what’s commonly referred to as
‘Love’
Requiring understanding and flexibility
Requiring both strength and vulnerability.
Weakness is courage,
when teetering the tightrope
of romantic and platonic.
Insecurity and traumas,
also balance on it.
If and when you fall off,
it is into the chasm.
where balance is no longer required
and perfection is no longer desired.
The fear of letting go.
to tie up loose ends.
The irony of falling,
In a bid to ascend…
Jun 7, 2021
Jun 7, 2021 at 8:41 PM UTC