you asked why i'm still around
when your so obviously broken
most men would be sprinting
after seeing you so un-made up
truth is they were weak
where they saw damage
I saw strength
cant recognize it if you lack it
I knew the real you the day we met
felt your edges and never looked back
we don't have to fix each other
we fit together
in the end I love you because i know
that anyone who smiles so brightly
can only have lived in the darkness
and that's beautiful
Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 3:55 PM UTC
Once I know that I'm not magnificent
the wire twisted around my heart will slip away
and I will be content with peacefully dying
at 90
and having everyone forget my essence
rather than being chewed up and spat out by the universe
gone by 30
to encounter some sort of immortality
to leap across the length and breadth of legacy.
But to live in a calm contented rhythm,
to let go of the panging in
my lungs
to be more than human.
the secret is beyond me
Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 1:18 PM UTC
I left one day, when I thought that I was an alien.
The brief pilgrimage to the sky, I have spent passing through Dover Beach and the Wasteland.
Barely a life in technicolour, a half-unconquerable soul.
The popular nothings dance, eyes so dark within their sockets. The sun looks soporific on their shoulder blades, to the point that we can’t convince ourselves we’re still the same.
I wish you could see the veins of earth, pumping beneath the waves. It’s a story I long to write for you- curious but not yet brave. Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth, I am too afraid to disturb the universe.
One day we’ll all be stories that get told, told incorrectly. My tale will grow old, so I leave.
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 2:08 PM UTC
The fish, like people, swimming in sync.
All swimming around a tank disguised as magic- a world pretending to be beautiful.
The only difference is the sense of indifferent certainty.
The fish completely accept how small they are in the myriad of birth, death and evolution.
We are doomed to question.
I feel that they are accepting of futility rather than ignorant of it, as believed by most.
The sharks are the most magnificent, they have power to destroy yet they live through peace- that is the most beautiful phenomenon of all.
Most of us, all of them, seem unbothered by this perpetual routine.
My eyes begin to mirror the contents of the salty tank, filling with magical mystery.
He echoed my thoughts. The boy I am completely inlove with kissed me under a sky of turtles and whispering kelp.
That moment exists with the few that convince me there is more than an ancient, repetitive cycle.
He is alive with me. Believes that I am more than the half-life I am doomed to live. Always my first love to have awakened my belief in grace, my craving to live in the unconquerable light.
Teal glow, shark shadows and moon-cold kisses.
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 10:46 AM UTC
We look to the stars because they mean nothing.
Nothing but the mirror of what is thought and felt by the beholder.
All the chaos of my heart is inhaled into the dark sky,
where I make my own constellation
to understand what makes no sense.
Charting and analysing the spheres of flame
that fell into the night by predestined accident
as if they hold
the greatest secret of all.
They hold wishes that fly, souls that have died ad a sense of perspective
that cannot be traced anywhere else.
While the subways around create the perfect sound
for my emotion fatigue,
I'll paint the dusk with something new.
No on will see the same stars
that I do.
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 12:47 PM UTC
the car smelt like it had once belonged to a rental company
the car smelt like cheap cigarettes had been puffed too many times
we turned out of your hospital home,
always filled with disinfectant, gummy bears and sulking roses, machines beeping.
I saw a rainbow hug your room
I thought that maybe you
were being showered with the possible blessing of life.
but that was just a reflection of my greatest wish.
you were gone.
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 12:40 PM UTC
you see the world in shades of sun.
can you teach me how to do that?
how to envelop everything with such love & compassion
that the world is incapable of breaking you.
don't hold me.
don't carry me to the river.
I already love you too much to see you leave.
yet you are free of me. you're free
of any insecurity that grabs at the hearts
of the rest of us.
and I have never met anyone whose eyes
are most beautiful when they cry
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 3:40 PM UTC
The world watched as Hope entangled itself around the minds of the willing.
They watched as Justice took its first breath as the seed that sprung from Freedom's *****
An illegitimate child of chaos,born a burden to a crutched nation.
The world looked away as dozens of corpses piled up into skyscrapers.
Skyscrapers,for eagles to perch and nest their wealth over spilt blood.
Forgiveness was wrapped around the mouths of the unsatisfied.
Muted screams of those whose hearts were set ablaze with vengeance.
Hushed down by Nelson Mandela's words of healing over wounds of discrimination.
Now up and about,a nation on its feet,embarking on this journey of union and peace.
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 1:58 PM UTC
She was doing nothing.
Except lying there, holding up the galaxy.
She could not rid herself of that responsibility
For every cell beckons
Her sweetest downfall.
To give her life to another
Only so that the other
May, one day, do the same.
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 1:56 PM UTC
I run
I know I am nothing without them
And when I most wish to stop being nothing
Then the craving to run back to those I have fled comes back with unbearable strength.
Until I see arms, bringing me their gift of death.
I come back here, to live my half-life of loneliness.
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 1:52 PM UTC