there are those in my life that i want to tell that i love them,
but i'm not in love with them.
there's a love i have for them, a love towards them,
but not a love i want to be consumed in
not a love i want to drown in
not a love that sinks deeply into my bones.
it's a love i feel true in my heart and want them to know,
but not be in it with them.
one day i'll find a love
so blindingly strong
that i must be enveloped in it
and that will be nice too
Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 4:03 PM UTC
it's a shame summer friendships never stay
that the tide always comes to take away
a relationship happiest in the warm
but all melts quickly at break of dawn
when the cold realisation of who you are
creeps into the daylight, casting a scar
rushing to leave you with only the pain
of being alone once again
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 8:00 PM UTC
at what age can you tell yourself;
you've lived long enough to be worthy?
lived long enough to say how you truly feel?
to have experienced enough of the world
to tell your stories of it?
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 7:05 AM UTC
cold toes
runny nose
steaming soup
lost socks
writers block
the first snow
dead leaves
bare trees
mouldy apples
grey skies
stay inside
my duvet fort
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 10:26 AM UTC
I don't want to wait any longer
I don't want to feel broken
I don't want to feel unwanted
I don't want to feel lonely
But I don't want to keep kidding myself
To imagine, what if
I don't want to love you anymore
Though you'll never know I did
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 7:45 AM UTC
just another girl
with a cigarette in her hand
just another girl
with no life plan
just another girl
who walks alone
with no one holding her hand
just another girl
watching life burn down
i see her every tuesday
in the pouring rain
by the bus stop
she always looks the same
she never smiles
i sometimes wonder who's to blame
she doesn't get the bus
but is always back again
i wonder where she goes to sleep every night
and if there is someone there to hold her
tight
does she dream that one day
she'll be free?
free to live her life
the ways she wants to be
she hides her shame
like she hides her face
locks away the pain
in a secret place
she's just another girl
who has no where left to stay
just another girl
i see every tuesday
just another girl
who walks alone
but still gets led astray
*just another girl
who couldn't run away*
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 3:46 PM UTC
They say to have a writer
Fall in love with you
So you will never die.
But I say
Seize the love of a musician.
Someone to write you
Into colors in the air
And star-pricks behind the eyelids
Of any who will listen
To the tale of you that they wrote.
Musicians, like writers,
Bring light through a fog
With their love-speak and poems.
But music-makers
Can create flowers in winter
And warmth without fire.
Their melodies dance
Over the swish of grass blades
And between the tooth-gaps of children
Whose fingers are sticky
With sweet popsicle juice
While an oil-painted scene
Is painted in your mind.
So be cherished my a musician
And hear yourself forever;
Be sung by a hundred different voices,
Danced by fairies and pretty young girls,
Costumed in dissonance,
Etched into souls.
For you can never really die
When you echo forever in the cavern
Of a good song.
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 4:41 PM UTC
sometimes i wonder
if i too am flying at
counterfeit flowers
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 7:55 AM UTC
porridge with syrup
duvets & long lies
crime novels, tea steam
she sleeps as the leaves die
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 6:58 PM UTC