I'd rather have scars
than tattoos.
Your relationship with scars is different,
natural. Scars are not obnoxious -
They tell a story that no ink could.
And gradually,
they fade.
Quiet, but still there, until
you don't need them anymore.
The little reminders they sent you
over the years
have become part of you now,
absorbed into your skin.
May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 5:24 AM UTC
It's funny how now we're torn
apart - other ends of the world,
or the street -
we've never felt closer.
Suddenly every glimpse
of a familiar face,
every voice through a shaky line,
glows with light only visible
in such darkness.
Amidst the icy fear and closing doors,
I've grown warmer;
Loneliness has filled my heart with love,
love that pours out to those with whom
I've shared but a few passing words.
Through our walls of separation
far from the reach of any human touch,
we still embrace.
We hold on tighter than ever before,
because in these times we are grateful
for each other. Nothing more.
May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 5:20 AM UTC
We lock ourselves in happy prisons,
And keep to those with similar crimes.
We plaster up the windows
And soundproof the walls,
No reason to engage with the outside.
And even when the shutters open,
Our eyes close to the light,
The light that exposes
our ignorance,
To the reality of many other lives:
To the suffocating smoke from burning forests,
And the families torn apart by war,
The young girls chained to wedding vows
And the chorus of starving children’s calls.
7.5 billion humans walk this planet,
None of us the same.
Some of us have been here for decades,
Others just arrived,
Some are men,
Some are women,
And some are what they feel is right.
But together we are one race;
Our differences don’t make a difference.
We will not be defined by our gender,
By our religion,
The colour of our skin,
Our history or
Our capabilities.
In our hearts our mission is shared,
And these distinctions are not a barrier,
or a wall.
They should not segregate us,
But celebrate us,
And build a stronger opposition to our troubles.
In extinguishing the forests’ flames
So they can pass their wisdom to the future,
In welcoming those in need of aid
With open arms to their values and their culture.
In loosening the shackles of injustice
And protecting every worker’s rights,
But more importantly than anything,
In opening our doors and our minds.
We cannot live in darkness,
When there’s a world worth saving in our sights.
Together, we can chase the freedoms
On the horizon
And all you have to do
Is turn on the light.
Dec 18, 2019
Dec 18, 2019 at 4:58 AM UTC
I like it better when some things go
unanswered.
In this endless drone of facts and figures,
there's not a lot left to solve.
True mysteries are precious,
not a threat to the world
So let your mind rest at ease -
Why the need to know it all?
I'd really rather you didn't tell me.
Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 9:45 AM UTC
The ringing from the piano fades,
as I watch the dance of my trembling fingers
come to a halt.
I thought I wanted to sing
but the melodies are trapped in my throat,
and soulless
Then the notes begin to slide down the page,
no longer able to compete with the
Suffocating silence
Aug 9, 2019
Aug 9, 2019 at 1:04 PM UTC
Sadly,
Toxic people are like weeds
in some ways.
You have to cut
all their roots from
your garden or
they'll just keep coming
back.
Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 11:37 AM UTC
It's beautiful when
you find that dusty corner
in your memories
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 9:24 AM UTC
Can't you see what they're doing
As they fly high, setting their harsh beady eyes
on the desperate and vulnerable?
They pick on those so blinded by fear,
littering the skies with their lies
Watch as they fuel their prey with rage
Just to light fire for their own selfish pride.
So cover your ears when you hear
their siren-screeching;
It's nothing but a false alarm.
If we can't expose these toxic creatures,
all we'll have left is an endless debt
of broken promises, scars.
Jul 20, 2019
Jul 20, 2019 at 6:35 PM UTC
Everything has lost its colour,
Even on the sunny days.
I'm almost certain that the lake used to be bluer,
that your eyes used to burn brighter.
Perhaps it's just a blurry lens,
But I fear my vision's changed
Jul 20, 2019
Jul 20, 2019 at 6:44 AM UTC
I wish I was afraid of heights.
Or guns, or spiders. Anything.
I don't even look
both ways when I cross the road,
anymore.
If I get hit,
No loss, no gain.
Anyone reading this would think I'm insane
But I am scared of one thing -
Terrified.
And that's my own name.
Jul 20, 2019
Jul 20, 2019 at 6:40 AM UTC