Some days, I smile and I don’t know why,
Other days, I sit and just let time slide by.
Coffee gets cold, texts go unread,
Thoughts spinning circles inside my head.

Some days, I win little fights with my doubt,
Other days, I barely crawl out.
But I breathe, I try, I take one more stride
And that, for today, is enough on my side.

Pints int sun
Socks, sliders and chit-chat
Walking home in zig zags
Good people
I miss all that

Summer days
Sunny haze
Topping up the tan
In the English rays

Factor 50
Laid on thick
When the temp strikes 20
The sunstroke hits

Ice-cold bevs
On a picnic bench
Tunes blasting
Pints thrown
Am chuffing drenched

The ciggies and spliffs
Chasing the vibe
Oh, what it is
To be alive

The beer gardens
Packed to the brim
“Sorry mate
You can’t come in”
Party in the park
Barbecues
And burnt sausage
Go on then
Another gin

The English summer
What a sight
Top’s off, top’s on
Golden days
And Endless nights

The sun has risen,
can you hear?
the songs of the morning birds.

Life begins to wake,
the gentle breeze,
blows softly against the trees.
A lovely view awaits.

The orange sky,
the feeling of life!
a beautiful sunrise it is.

Do you ever feel
Like you're a bug?

I mean
Think about it
They get punished
For just existing
And in the world we live in
We are born in to this madness
With the only escape
Being death

Bugs come in all different shapes and sizes
Still bugs nonetheless
But when we see an ant just minding it's business
We step on it
And when we see a butterfly
we take a picture

Bugs get squashed
By people

People get squashed
By people

Do you see what I mean?

Wake up
Shower
Pretend it's ok
Work through this
The day
Wake up
It's ok
To cry
And remember the
Days

Everything is temporary
Starting with a moment
A memory lasts a lfetime
A lifetime is stunted
A childhood
A garden
Laughter soon forgotten
Tears are for a little while
& gone in the morning
A friendly smile
A secret whisper
Your lovers warm embrace
The darkness of night
The sweet smell of rain
Don't blink for you might miss
The temporary enjoyment
Of the sunshine on your face
Or the rivers current
A stroll among the fields
A bite of something juicy
The only love you'll ever know
So hold on loosely
All is so temporary
Treat your life with care
Stop and smell the flowers
Let them know you're there

I've been trying to turn my reality into a movie.
nothing is as pretty as the wind on a cloudy evening.
I want to feel like that all the time.
Pretty and free.
Sometimes I get jealous of my fish.
No worries in the world but when will I get fed again.
Just swimming in circles happily.
Or so it seems.
I'm not really jealous of my fish but I do wish I could just swim around and not worry about anything.
Sometimes I think that I know so much about the little things in the world that it's impossible to put it into words.
I feel like I have big dreams but in reality, all I really wanna do is watch movies with you. I want to go to a dark little restaurant and order something weird and make fun of it with you.
I wanna drive around and listen to Lana Del Rey all day. I wanna plant flowers in my yard and laugh about pointless things all day. I want to have a dog and I want to give him hair cuts and put little handkerchiefs around his neck. I want to decorate for every holiday. I want nice smells like evergreen and lavender. I want to take sweet showers and fall asleep in clean fancy cotton. I don't know.
People are always telling me to dream big things, but all I really wanna do is dress up real fancy and cook nice things.
I just wanna do it in a better house, in a better town, in a better place.

To know you,
I have forgotten my impetuosity.
Silk reeling off from cocoons,
layer by layer,
as I spend every second unveiling
your happiness,
your stumbles,
things you despise,
things you love,
and things you live for.
I've gone from being infatuated
with your smile
to falling in love
with every facet of you.

Even the most ethereal semantics can not conjure
the lovely wishes we share:
maple-tinted sunsets,
heart-shaped pancakes,
kisses on the neck,
sporadic dances on the kitchen floor...

You strum the strings of a guitar
carelessly,
improvising a lovely tune
we heard
as we passed by the record store.
An enthralling picture,
how I long
to lay my eyes on you
for a lifetime.

One day,
I will show up in your city
wearing my prettiest dress
with all my butterflies
and dewy flowers
and fallen leaves,
searching
a destination for all my wanderings.

I hope the breeze
caresses your eyelids like velvet
when you gaze into my eyes.
Irregular heartbeats,
interlaced whims,
entwined arms...

You smile.

Suddenly,
the world fades.
Suddenly,
stars align.

i. knocking on wood when a terrible thought comes up
ii. cutting fresh flowers to all the same lengths
iii. listening to the static on the radio
iv. reaching out of the car window into the air
v. holding my breath at every cemetery I pass by
vi. writing letters then burning them in the most dramatic way
vii. tracing loops on lovers backs
viii. falling asleep with the candle still lit
ix. morning coffee followed by morning coffee breath
x. running out into the street while it rains
xi. early morning flights too a new start
xii. stopping at every crack in the side walk
xiii. wearing a wrist watch
xiv. dictating strangers eyes
xv. falling in love with the moon over and over again

what does it all mean too you?

It's wonderful to see
The mountains, strong and tall
An eagle taking flight
Or the colors in the fall

But why do we not notice
The beauty in the little things?
Things that we see every day
That are simple, yet amazing

A flat field of grass...
Makes my heart run free
Even a single breath of wind
Stirs the life within me

So when you dream of jungles
But wake to find just one tree
Look closer and you'll realize
There's beauty in simplicity