I miss the waves
that kiss shore
like the hair that falls
to greet your body

but when your
here with eyes
transfixed on
the night

and I get the
pleasure of
seeing it

nothing seems
so bad.

She had eyes like crazy oceans,
angered by the shoreline,
stepping on it's heels.

i miss them.

Maybe not tripping
over them everyday,
no.

But i wish they'd meet
with me tonight
just so they can **** me up
one or two more times

then i will return to write,
with sand slipping
through my fingers

slipping...
               slipping...

I miss your sunshine;
that summer gaze.
I miss your heartaches;
showers of rain.
I loath the distance;
a constant haze.
I love you dearly;
now and always x

that was all it took for my life to end.
years of trials and tribulations
all culminating into this one
terrible moment where
you would say
goodbye.

Can I just sit here and dissolve
as a servant of life’s sour taste?
Absord the aches, the pains, the cold
and shiver as I wither away?

True, we did not choose
The sun or even the moon
But both have their use.

So sincerely
   do I miss

the face you make
away from me

as though I
   can’t see

just how much
you’re smiling

when we’re
    out driving

on the
homeless roads

under the
candle-lit stars

on this
    romantic escapade

What happened to
your younger years
being your best?
Because all I
see is sadness
here in my head.

I thought I found it:
The answer to being human.
It came in a little heart-shaped box.
It told me to work hard and achieve my goals.
It told me to find people that love me,
and love them too.
It told me to get my head down early
and eat a colourful plate.
With all these boxes ticked,
I found glory in a greater life.
But still I found myself hurting.
I found brittle bones breaking.
I saw people bleed and break.
This, I found, is called being human.
To that, there is no cure.
But to treat life with a healthy smile,
and live out your days bringing smiles to others.
Now that, is being the most human of all.

it just...
sits there.
it never moves
never blinks.
never flashes
never rings.
not a text
not a ding.
oh
what life
was like
when you
would
sing
            down the
            phone at
            ten to
            three
to me

There is no one out there
for you, for me, for anyone.
There are just people taking
life one tincture at a time. I know
this just as I know that cigarettes
will just make you cough, and just
as surely, you will smoke them
until your voice sings out of
tune anyway.

There are no great cameras,
no screenplay writers, to lap
you up and kiss you until dawn.
Instead, you bitterly spit through
half-smiles and half mean them too,
and only half the time are they lovely.

But you've been told otherwise,
huh? Red lips, red wine and red meat
is dream that's sold to the dreaming,
in life it leads only to red stains.
Sometimes they don't come out and
you'll cry, sometimes they're a piece of
the evening you'll welcome to your
messy wardrobe of messy clothes.

Let's just call it what it is and know
that without those words
we are just bags of
skin and bone that watch the stars as
chemicals fight in our heads.

And that isn't always perfect,
because it's not written that way,
this way, your way, my way or
really, anyway
at all

When I was younger; I didn’t have to capacity to appreciate all you did when you were the same age as me. Your mother saw red and drank away your life. So there you were, blowing out candles by yourself.

She found a man and pumped out two more. You didn’t want your sisters to endure the same fate as you, so you became a mother of two at thirteen. So there you were, giving up your younger years for them.

As you grew up, you married young and had a child of your own. Except, your ‘man’ beat you black and blue so you had to pluck up the courage to leave. And there you were, alone, doing what you could for your first son.

You went on to find love, but that marriage slipped away from you both. However, you now had me. So there you were, two sons, without a life again.

Your mother grew old and weak. Cancer flooded her body like the plague yet you still had the strength – despite everything – to give her all that she didn’t give you. So there you were, bold like a god, forgiving the devil.

I learned as I grew up that they don’t write stories about women like you. They don’t tell the tales of the courage you presented. They don’t write songs about you because you’re not wearing a cape. So here you are, older, wiser, better than ever.

Now that is a fighter, if I’ve ever heard of one. This is certainly something you’ll never see. But if you do, here I am saying you’re incredible. Thank you for everything.

I would love
for just one day
to wake up
and turn on the news
to see smiles
celebrating the wonders
of the human being.
The brilliance
of all that we accomplish;
of smiles;
of love;
of happiness;
of all the wonderful things
that people do every day.
But if I had never left my house
and had only seen life
for what they show us
then I’d never want to leave
the house
at all.

I came to you with vicious cries
and overwhelming unknown.
For years you nurtured my tender
mind and helped for me to grow.

You’re the rock I lean against
when the mountain roads
stand tall. You’re the feathered pillow I
cry into, when oceans tides are raw.

You’ve come to me with coffee beans
and endless love sung in a mug.
You’ve seen me into better days
when worse ones have come forth.

You fought for me a sweeter life
when all around grew sour.
My tastebuds came to taste the
joy of earth within your power.

You needn’t hug with loving arms
when words wrapped me in warmth.
You brushed away the coldest days
and gave me your best coat.

Thanks for all the thoughts you’ve shared
and truths I’m not without.
Please don’t ever leave my side
you are my confidant.

It was him
it was always him
that you were meant
to be with.

Not her,
never her.
She just filled
in the blanks.

But from the start,
from the very start,
it was you
that filled in his heart.

And always will
until the end
when your lives
are worlds apart.

When did I become
a spectator of this?
The absolute agony
of aching for bliss.
It shudders my skin
like a whispering wind.
But I’m not sure
if I’m still here.

I long for life’s most
beautiful things.
Love, at last
without the strings.
Smiles and sparks;
a soul that sings.
But I’m not sure
if I can breathe.

You see, I try to fly
but I just can’t win.
A bird that strains
with clip on wings;
chained to the Earth
with deranged beliefs
and a heart that’s lost
without relief.
grief.