I could live in your veins and still find a way to miss you.

You could push me into the water,
Holding my head under- and I'd still swim back to you.

Sometimes I write in my own blood,
Some would say it's painful.

But my blood,
Is your blood.
It's us.

Your voice makes me smile,
My blood pumps.

You keep me alive,
Even when you are killing me.

Blood is red.
It's our passion.
Our war.
Our hate.
Our love.

You make me exist even when I feel like I am dying.

I feel like I am running the same race as the sun, living everyday.

Don’t forget about me when my flowers are shrivelled, brown and gone.
Remember my blooms.

You my sun love me like you love your moon.

You give her your nights letting her see the world,
Dance amongst it- bathe in it.

Every night she ends up somewhere new,

Every few minutes new life that is born is born on this earth will see her,
Fathom and wish to taste her beauty.

You too wish you could taste her,
But you were afraid of scorching her,
Her heart.

So when it is night,
You travel for day.

You watch her from afar hiding over the top of the earth,
Watching her rise.

She is so bold and beautiful,
Absolutely beaming.

You just sit and as she slowly dances her way up into the sky,
You smile.

You gave away your night life just for her.

“Your mouth tastes like raspberry”.
And yours tasted like everything I needed, that I wanted.
Every time I kiss you, I feel the same energy and power that lights up cities.
It’s pure f*ing joy and excitement.
It’s what feeds my existence.
What keeps me alive and hungry for more.

Jupiter moon,
You make my heart swoon.
Different to mine and earth’s,
You have worth.
Although you’re not a star,
You can equally shine and light up the galaxy from afar.

Lately I’ve been feeling like malevolent raindrops, yet there are no clouds around, or rain predicted.
It was just the storm inside of me.

The moon phase rises over the naked city,
the inessential buildings soon just become nothing.

She walks the street with a beat in her step.
Hands cut from the rose thorns,
petals falling,
flowers dying.

She felt happy.
But misery laid nothing more less to the flowers.

Amongst the footsteps the cries could be heard.
The naked city wanted nothing more than to cover itself.
To hide behind plain sight.
It no longer wanted to be the city that filled everyone’s dreams,
the city that never slept.
It just lured for some time to shut it’s eyes,
to be nothing to this world.

To sleep.

The naked city was raw,
beautiful at most.
It had a unique glow,
kind of like the Moon.

It would just turn on and light up everyone’s night.
Make them want to write about it,
dine out.
Have the light gaze down on them.

It was somewhat.. magical.

There is love all in me everywhere...

Give me a wish, or a taste of your burning kiss.
Give me a fragment of your existence.
Let me put you on display for the world to witness.
Holding you up to the dark sky at night,
you glimmer and burn a magnificent light.

In my head there is a bed full of roses.
Erected,
reaching for hope,
in all sorts of poses.
Some white, some red.
Others wilt, sad,
lying dead- out of dances

Days getting colder,
My heart a big ball of broken down smoulder,
Ice all over.
My heart clear, see through, the whitest cellophane.
My heart aching in reminder, May rang.
A phone call like no other, rather a goodbye.
Winter later called in to say hi.

Tonight, in this moonlight.
I watch from afar,
as you fall in love with every star-
each a burning enthralling sight-
me a body full of water,
bone and mass;
your eye never shining me light.

You may be human, but you’re also a flower.
You hold so much power as you walk through April,
no avail.
Head risen.
Petals curtly tucked away.
A rush.
Heart closed.
Walking past the naked trees,
you shiver from the Autumn breeze.
You wait for Spring,
although knowing you haven’t met winter.
You think that this year your heart will freeze.

Radiate warmth and happiness like the sun.
Love like you have never loved, and live as if your life has just begun.

The softest of pinks,
Much tougher than you think.
Upon seeing shades of red,
You’d think that they’ve seen nothing but the dead.
Instead;
They endure new blooms,
Garden grooms,
Pinches from males,
Often a bouquet of sales.
The colour pink,
Was more beautiful than you think.

I am the rain,

And you are the forest floor.

I flood you.

I fill every crevice.

I cause you pain.

I drown you.

But yet you still thrive.

Most days a hazardous storm.
I, a person, not too cold- neither warm.
My starlit sky was almost always covered with a gothic black atmosphere.
Many feared.
Sometimes it was too much,
allowing a rainfall of emotions to appear in a rush.
Sometimes... when you are around, you bless the ground I walk on.
You make me laugh,
and you fill my sky with a show of thundering fireworks.
You had many quirks.

Midnight sea, what are you doing to me?
The feelings, the blues.
You could call it among the sad.
The rough waves. Emotions. Tears.
Slowly breaking down.
Crashing to the shore, arriving just before 12am.
Midnight sea, why can’t you see me?
Why can’t you feel me?
Why can’t you hear my desperate calls?
Midnight sea, just love me.

Orange Poppy.
Pull your gun.
Please, don’t look so glum.
Smile.
Pull your head up,
Tuck your chin.
Be the flower your mother taught you to be,
Before you sin.

Time takes place in moments. A lot of the time I want to keep still.
Capture the moment.
Become the air and live amongst every atom in our universe.
To understand life, but to live it without questioning... wondering...
To be the air, or to be nothing at all.

Don’t be the flower that exists for the sun.
Live by it.
Be it.
Grow as it.

And even still in this chaos,
I, myself a flower desperately fighting to bloom.
To survive and thrive,
the power needed to stay alive.

Autumn is harsh. Colder. Days feel shorter.
It may try to take your petals. So darling, be brave.
Be strong. Try to smile.
I promise it won’t last for long.
After all, it’s only seasonal.

I love your angry greens, your blues, your greys.
Your oceanic rarity.
Your swells.
Your tides.
Your storms out at sea.
Your horizon.
Your love to reflect the sun and the moon, to wear it against your waves.
Ocean; I adore you.

For once the daisy had not been seen as strong or beautiful,

It was seen as tiny and insecure.

I want to live in your bloom.
Like a red blood cell in your vein, forever apart of you.
watching you gracefully conquer life,
maturing into the flower you needed to be.

You breaking me in two was everything that I needed to rebuild myself into a better version of who I am.
Thanks.

And as the sun sets,
I let my mind reset,
ready for the next day.

Everyday I fall more and more in love with the sun.

I never had a care for atoms,
or the ones that were made up in stars.
I only cared about the ones in you,
that built and made you the person that you are.

It’s when I talk about you to the stars that lights up the sky.

Let’s let our hearts crash into the sun.

Melodramatic sky you have a powder blue cry.

Sunflower roam far,
dance under the moonlight,
kiss a star.

Lick your lips.
Feel the bliss.
Autumn wish.
Taste the colours,
Chase the leaves.
Believe in dreams.

I want to paint in the sky,
but I am afraid that I will ruin the tranquil beauty of blue.

Get some sun,
Don’t be so glum.
Sugarplum,
Put a smile on that balm...

You a galaxy,
beautiful,
captivating,
rare in sight.
But yet, too dangerous to explore.

They were a pair,
two stars on the verge of colliding in the galaxy,
their love pulled them together like a black hole.
Their disagreements threaded them through it.

And when I am lost, empty, puzzled.
I’ll float out into the Ozone layer and look back at Earth.
I’ll think about what I have.
What surrounds me; nature, people, cities.
And it’s enough.
It’s home.
So when you’re struggling, draw your mind to your home, your peace.
Our Earth.

Petals brown- shrivelled.
Not pretty enough to live in this ground.
Silent sound.
Mother Earth bound.
No flowers bloom,
no floral crown.
I’m just an ugly daisy- a clown.
The sun’s love for me, never found.
For now, I’m in search of a new home ground.

I wanted you to be my Autumn leaf.
Glittering gold hiding beneath.
Smiling at you, while getting cinnamon out of my teeth.
Sun warm,
cool breeze.
Hold my hand as we walk through crunchy leaves.

When I am sad I will return to the sky.
For it is calm, cooling,
embodied with cloud- white angles reflecting the Sun’s light.
Here I am free,
no blues,
just time to breathe;
goodnight.

Everyone is a flower in the rarest form.
Men, women, and my beautiful others, I love your specimen.
It’s rare.
It’s you.
Thank you.

Everyone a flower
longing to be picked.

Each of us exist in our own moments,
just like a star we have one thing;
that is to shine.

I stay up all night,
wishing to be amongst the city light.

I am a jet black summers sky at night

I go to sleep when the sun is just about to rise,
I wait up for him,
God;
I just want to say “hi”.
See you at sunrise...