Life
truth or fiction
neither?
something in-between
but what does that mean?
still a lacuna
something not clearly seen
which we can only glean?

as none has the answer
why the quarrel or dispute then?
the wise they argue in vain
the foolish watch and are entertained
by words they don't understand

some speak of the Garden of Eden
others of Arcadia and the Land
of Ulysses. Yet more-- of Lilliput
Utopia, even the mention The Realm of Golden Strand

I didn't any school attend
(parents were too poor), so I'm ignorant
let others do the thinking and speaking
I'll stand aside to listen
as they endlessly fight and rant.

There comes a point in life
When you have to admit that
There's more sadness and pain
Than all your happiness combined

Reality can swallow us whole
If we're not careful with what we say
The things we tell ourselves and
The people that come our way

Cause I've been talking to people
Who make me feel so happy
Just trying to forget my sadness
And the things that have been happening

I'm sure you have realized this
Because making others happy
Makes us feel happy too
Just sometimes it's not what we expected

We sometimes forget that
We're not all the same
We don't all tell each other
We love them the way we want to

But the path that you choose
Right now in this moment
Makes all the difference tomorrow
When you decide to give up

Cause you didn't make an effort yesterday
Why should you make one today?
Because happiness is worth is the risk, that's why

Forget your reputation right now
Because all it does is hold you back
From getting want you want so dearly
If you want something in life you have to give everything
You have just
To get
It

We are the seeds in the shadow. 
We are all we are just now. 
We are dormant.
We are waiting. 
We are agitated.
We are restless.
We are itching our way out of our skins.
We are learning to set forth. 
We are outstretching.
We are reaching towards ourselves.
We are water.
We are light. 
We are the seeds in the shadow.

It arrives,
Unnoticed, unannounced.

Quiet,
At first.

Slow,
Seeping, dripping.

I put it down to a few stressful weeks.
I carry on.

It unpacks,
Worries, anxieties.

Gently,
For now,

Tiptoes,
Whispers, creaks.

‘It will leave soon’ I think ‘It always does.’
I keep going.

It settles in,
Getting comfortable.

Getting louder,
And louder.

Banging thoughts,
Insomnia.

‘Please don’t be happening again’.
I shuffle along my daily routine.

Claws in,
Insidious.

Screaming,
24/7.

Shame, worthlessness,
Hurt.

‘Please go away’.
I’m barely coping.

Growing roots,
Into my brain and heart.

Blossoming pain,
With every beat.

Emptiness, loneliness,
Abandonment.

Silence, Stillness,
‘I can’t move, I can’t cope.’

Exquisite catastrophe
Imprinted within fiery intuitions
That envelop her existence.

Entangled in curtains of ashes,
She tries to burn smoke
With the ice
That has imprisoned
Her smile.

The quest for paradise
Cotinues, as she drowns
In volcanoes
Of abhorrence.

Arctic ruins embedded within infernos.

Her kingdom topples
Swords of sanity
Dissolve
Into vapour.

Her final words
Kiss the wind.

Your lipstick stains like cheap wine
Words laced with faux affection
Empty bottles depict our vows
“’til tonight do us part”

the golden heavens will mark our allotted end
pictures of broken memories fill my gallery
like a rusted rose in a funeral parlour
Your face has been engraved in my memory

Your bedsheet that’s filled with regret
Has become an archetype of infidelity
A night filled with cheap champagne
A day filled with rue

When I opened your door
I knew you would never remember me
So, as a souvenir I gave you
My innocence