Can you see me?
Can you feel me right beside?
I am standing in the doorway
Will you welcome me inside?
I am looking
Deep inside your soul
I am longing
To come and make you whole
Can you see me?
My eyes, so soft and warm
Can you see them?
My love a whispered wind, a wild storm
Do you feel it?
Eyes so deep and calm
As to drown and disappear
In the depth and breadth of my love

3pm on an outside stroll
will I see you then
I guess we won’t know
But here I am

there are so many of you
that i would love to sit down with;
maybe over a milkshake and a plate of fries;
and just talk.
i want to ask you about the boy that hurt you,
about the anger you feel deep inside
over a father who said he’d come back...
and then didn’t.
i want to run with you through pages of words and say
“oh that’s right, what a lovely metaphor.”
i want to see all your smiling faces and
thank each and every one of you for showing me kindness,
for saving my life.
i want to collaborate on novels of poetry
and laugh with you through the tears of our pasts.
so until we sip those milkshakes and eat those fries...
thank you, to
some of the most beautiful people i have never met.

Don’t bother speaking
For we are just kids
So we don’t matter
                                But if that’s so. Then                               what will be of our future?

Don’t bother speaking
For we are just kids
So we don’t matter
                                But if that’s so. Then                               what will be of our future?

A mug of tea, a mug of cheer,
Warmth in hands, the cold draws near.
Sip by sip, the world slows down,
In quiet moments, peace is found.

I was always the poet
Never shown
Never talked about
Or written down

It was in my heart
To catch the beauty of others
And turn it into art
Presenting all their colors

Oh, I wish someone portrays me
In words and rhymes
In a poem
Sometimes

A concrete shell cracks
Open for an Iris’ bloom
To catch the sunlight.