The steeple penetrates
the puffy pink
clouds, and the
horizon squirts
sweet rain.
My face gets
sticky.

I trace your name in smoke
as my cigarette burns down to
my fingers

I flick ash furiously away from me
because I will not find you
in embers

I miss the way you made my coffee
in the morning
The way you told me it was bad for me
yet you’d still pour

that thick black liquid, into my chipped mug
that I refused to throw away

I hope you find me, here
I am sitting under the stars we named
after each other

I will not move
until I feel your hand slice into mine
and the stars flicker

signalling a new chapter

It is a celebration of life if human involvement allows any living organism that makes the most feeble attempt to exist to survive.

There are different reasons why you write.
You write because...
...you're happy?
you're sad?
you're delighted?
you're mourning?
keeping a secret?
But whichever reason you have,
you still write what's inside.
What other people can't see,
can't decipher beneath the words you speak,
can't understand the emotions flowing
through the sentences you can't speak out loud.
You write, pouring the feelings you can't let out,
you write. using the words you once thought can't explain what you feel.
You write, thinking that someone out there can finally discern what you're hiding inside.

Knights doing battle
Body parts and limbs fly off
Ground is turning red

We're afraid to live.
We're afraid to die.
We're afraid to try.
We're afraid of what happens if we don't try.
We're afraid to love.
We're afraid to commit.
We're afraid people think we're full of ****.
We're afraid of the truth.
We're afraid to lie.
We're afraid people will think we're weak if they see us cry.
We're afraid to feel.
We're afraid of fear.
But knowledge is power.
So now that you know what you fear,
what are you going to do about it right now? Right here?

I dont think you realised what poetry is,
It's words spilled out that couldnt be just said.
Its just not as simple as copy and paste,
Someone elses words will never show what you want.
But I wrote you the prettiest words,
Straight from my heart.
You copied someone else words,
Just to play your part.
And I knew at that moment,
That you never gave me your head or heart.

None among them, past
UN Secretary Generals
Ever spoke on Libyan Invasion,
By US and NATO and
Syria and Iraq are included

And today I see a fox-face
on Antonio Guterres...
Just for Eukraine invasion
By Sir Putin of Russia