Of the 7846,000,000 people
Breathing on this boundless planet
Forcing hearts in homes and gripping life between decaying bones
You are the only things
I am convinced are made of
Every single commendable capability, crammed between honour and stability
Every good intention, of every promise that was meant to be kept
Regardless of whether they were ours to try and keep
You were crafted with the courage of lions
And I’ll never tire of preying on the poachers long before they dare come traipsing through our territories
You love with the ferocity of fire and on the days you fear there’s more smoke than flames and worry the pain may stamp you out, I’ll strike a match on the walls of my heart til we blaze our own trail out the dark
I love you with the loyalty of lightning and it’s devotion to the thunder that echoes between
I’m not one for holding grudges but I will never forgive the thoughts in your mind for convincing you that somewhere amongst all of the magic that is you, that it is not enough
As if enough has to be earned
As though you need to apologise for the faults that simply make you human and flaws that make you, you
As though you need to be ashamed of the history that formed you and the memories that sowed scars into our skin
I am sorry for the people who tried to convince us our best wasn’t good enough
It was never anything less
I am sorry for the people that laid land mines in our skull and made us believe that heads full of dreams
Really did have nowhere to go
Little did they know.
We are worriers and we are warriors.
So when the self doubt storms you, and your insecurities swarm you
And your anxieties wear you thin
Don’t forget about the armour and ammunition we were born with
Buried deep within
If our hearts do build homes within bones. You are always welcome home to me. ♥️
Jul 21, 2021
Jul 21, 2021 at 7:01 AM UTC
Sometimes in the soft stillness of the night
She stirs my stagnant soul
Soft lips
Splashed
Hot and heavy
Against
Sun kissed skin
Stars scattered softly
Between
insecurities
Buried deep within
Those simple, stolen
moments where
We lose sight of
where she ends
And I begin
Stormy shores and endless seas
Of steamy summer nights and autumn breeze
In the soft, stillness of the night
She commands me to my knees.
Full moon, half moon, total eclipse
In the stillness of the night
She shatters me with her lips
Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 3:28 PM UTC
I would withstand a lifetime of sun free and starless skies
to watch
the s u n r i s e
in those eyes
Just one last time
Some days it as though you never left
Others
there is a swelling cavity surging beneath the bones of my chest
Tell me when do you plan on giving me back my heart?
I’m tired of new beginnings and I’m folding at the thought of fresh starts.
There are only so many times I can break and bend and rise again.
there are times I swear I feel those soft hands
Brush across my sombre skin
Do you remember those nights
We’d forget to remember
where I ended and you’d begin
My mind is on fire with the thought of you.
I can’t put you out, rip the taste out my mouth.
How can I be hers when I have only ever been yours?
Oct 17, 2020
Oct 17, 2020 at 7:22 AM UTC
Just because your name
Doesn’t tentatively trip off my tongue
Doesn’t mean it’s not smouldering
My mouth from the inside out
You are the only place I’ll ever belong.
Sep 18, 2020
Sep 18, 2020 at 10:45 AM UTC
"Make love to me" she said.
"Use nothing but your words".
So I slid sentences down her chest
Scratched rhymes down her spine
And spilled soft, syllables into the curves of her neck.
I poured prose beneath her clothes
Left suspense in spaces and
Passion in sonant embraces.
I coloured her in cliches.
I kissed entire novels into her navel.
Her eyes gazed into mine as she began to unravel and unwind
As I slowly, unbuttoned, undressed
Indulged in and caressed
The fantasies in her mind.
Mesmerised, I memorised
Her from cover to cover.
Our bed the paper
Our hands the words
Our lips the verse.
Jul 16, 2020
Jul 16, 2020 at 6:41 AM UTC
She leaves stars in my mouth, sunshine splayed across my tongue.
Jul 16, 2020
Jul 16, 2020 at 6:04 AM UTC
How is it my hands now feel foreign on your once familiar skin?
Jul 16, 2020
Jul 16, 2020 at 5:53 AM UTC
How is it
Every person I kiss
Still leaves your taste
On my lips?
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 5:10 AM UTC
These people, these lives, these houses, these homes, these hills, these trees, these animals, these rivers, these seas.
We are not building an empire, we are destroying one, and every living, breathing thing in it.
We are walking catastrophes, entire tsunamis tripping off our tongues, rivers rolling between our lips. Streams of change, ebbing through microplastic in our veins with nets around our necks.
Let us be the change we want to see in the world, let us plant trees, climb to the top of them and scream from the top of our lungs for every single thing we are grateful for, let this planet be at the very top of that list.
As long as we inhale and exhale every moment; every memory, every molecule on this earth, let us not forget, we belong to it, and not the other way round.
There is so much yet we can do, so many lives we can transform, entire continents we can claim and cure.
Let us find peace before we are torn to pieces by our very own hands.
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 3:45 PM UTC
I have spent a lifetime
cutting myself in syllables
and
bleeding in sentences.
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 2:57 PM UTC