see happy children
hear their infectious laughter
box of memories.
21/4/2019

Don't
      chase attention or
affection.  You   are   you.
     this is who you are,
    and   you  are  enough.
              It's not
         up to anyone
               else to
      decide otherwise.

     It's a waste of time
          and energy
      trying to convince
           everyone
   you are this unrealistic
     version of yourself.
       Just be genuine.

    To  the  right  person,
         you will never
            be made to
       feel like you're not
               enough.
Learn  to  let  vulnerability
        inspire you and not
            frighten you.
What makes you vulnerable
        is what makes you
human and I think being
              human is a
           beautiful thing.                                                   Jon York   2019

She eats words seasoned with moonbeams
When she goes she leaves behind dreams
Where she dances time no longer exists
She’ll steal all your stories off into the mists

From her sparkly toes to the tips of her wings
To her voice sweetly trilling as she softly sings
To see her is to love her with all of your soul
To love her is to let her devour you whole

Good night, sleep cozy, dream of falling in love
Dream of dragon pirates plaguing the stars above
Dream of heists, of adventures, of running away
Of anything, everything, except that you’re prey


NCL May 2019

the words
i love you
become trapped behind
my teeth,
it's a phrase so heavy
like the words
i miss you
and sometimes
in the break
before you speak,
i wonder if you're fighting
to get the same words out
as i am

it's become a swallowed
confession,
of an obvious truth
rather than a secret
because it seems so
clear that my world
levels with yours
but i can't explain how
touching your skin
feels like you are the
key because
i was a locked door
until i met
you

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