my favourite colour is blue

My favourite crisps are bacon rashers,
because one time I spent an hour convincing my friend to try them,
and now every time we meet she brings a bag to share

My favourite film is how to train your dragon
I would watch it with my dad,
late at night, on that sofa he no longer owns.

My favourite fruit is kiwi
A childhood friend I no longer talk to taught me how to eat it properly,
at lunchtime in year 3

My favourite animal is a dog
Charlie would never chase a ball, or play tug of war,
but he would always curl up next to you in the evenings like a good dog should

My favourite colour is blue,
Or at least that's what I told you.
I think really, my favourite colour,
Is the smile om your face, when you find something blue to show me.
The shades of the sky,
A trinket from a charity shop,
A painting of the ocean,
All remind me of you.

My favourite colour is you.

there are so many times, I remember
when my mistakes seemed so terrible and important
and I now I just see how young I was,
how those mistakes weren't as bad as I always thought
I hope future me is thinking the same thing
about right now

The sky cried frozen dreams
That Friday afternoon
I dozed in the crisp winter air
That Friday afternoon
Mind dancing higher than the sun
Enjoying that magical midday moment

The sky was alive with a serene chaos
A sweet pain
That Friday afternoon
I wandered through the gentle folds of imagination
A feeble attempt to escape
To forget the world
That Friday afternoon

Skimming oceans
Grazing clouds
searching for a place to stop
A place to watch them
That Friday afternoon
I will skip through the months
leap through leap years to find you
That Friday afternoon

If we meet
Cold breath and warm smiles
That Friday afternoon
Will you see me there?
That Friday afternoon
Will you see me?

The ebony twirls and spins
Through the crimson water
That Friday afternoon
I sit on the end of the world
We sat here
That Friday afternoon
Do you remember?

There was a gentle nothing floating
A god came along and, upon not seeing the calm nothing,
conjured it into being.
The nothing (now named Yulserf)
looked to the god and asked
"why have you created me, you wretched power"

The God was offended by this question
and simply answered
"I have done nothing more than make you whole, so you may exist as is so"

Yulserf cried for three hundred days and three hundred nights,
for he had not wanted to exist
but was.
Finally, the God came back
to Yulserf's sobbing, and relented.
And so, the happy nothing did as nothings do,
and didn't.

There’s a city

north of nowhere

A city

stuck in yesterday

with no tomorrow to

speak of

A city

made up of alleyways

and unfulfilled dreams

Empty promises and

empty stomachs



Stone blocks jut out

haphazardly

filled with individuals

too individual

to stand out

A mixture of

hijabs, crop tops and

sandal shoes

Spending days

whiling away

like puppets without a master

A hub

of liars , thieves

and middle-age crises



There's a city

devoid of colour

making the profane

mundane

The only joy coming from

rudimentary graffiti

rough blues and

faded yellows litter

the wall

Lampposts patrol

patchwork roads

like burnt matchsticks

twisted and bent

from years of wear

Where did their

smiles go?

The entwining fingers,
A wordless exchange.
Quiet companionship,
Like cats on a
Moonlit balcony

If I could give first place
Winner of the race
You would be the winner in my heart
Take the big red ribbon of my affection
A piece to hang over your mantelpiece
A reminder
Of the hope you give to me
Everyday struggles have no place against your
Calm smiles
And all while
You face your own demons
Lurking by the elephant in the room
Yet you keep smiling
By the by