I could love you
as dry roots love rain.
I could hold you
as branches in the wind
brandish petals.
Forgive me for speaking so soon.

    Let your heart look
    on white sea spray
    and be lonely.

    Love is a fool star.

    You and a ring of stars
    may mention my name
    and then forget me.

    Love is a fool star.

I am the ocean deep and blue, kissing the shoreline, and that is you. There is nothing more beautiful than the way you send me away
With every kiss I'm here to stay
(Don't send me away)
I am the sun boiling alive deep within, loving the moon (that is you)
You're waning away.
(Don't leave me)
I said, "I'd die for you once but not ever again"
funny how my story started to bend.
Every night I died only for to rise to her side.
Blinded by your different phases,
surely this cycle will come to its end.
I prayed your promises would never come to their end.
Then the tides washed you away, deep in your own lust.
Where were my eyes?
I heard by some never fall in love with a boy who craves girls who smell enough like the salt water to drown in.
Those are the types who follow the stench of death at every turn and smoke cigarettes to die.
Love the boys that follow the stench of your beautiful soul.
(You are beautiful)
Then ones that enjoy the flowers in your hair and your oversized jeans.
I am an earthquake and this is your skin, quivering and shaking im leaving you in your death.

I can’t tell you how I feel
I can’t describe the emotions that build up inside
So I only do what I know is right
The black ink an endless sight
A spell enchanting us all
The anger and sorrow
The joy and elation
It feels like it’s never ending
There’s a beginning, but never an end
A promise of written word
That uncovers the hidden world
The beautiful morning horizons
The moon that slowly rises
The no one knows
And I love you’s
I’ll give you a poem
A rhyme
A letter
I’ll give you my entire life’s story
On a slip of paper
In between the lines of white
Because it’s the only way I know how to speak
My voice is mute
But I’ve found the pen can fix that to

Nameless is the land I walk upon,
despite the flags mounted in wind
and the bloodstains on every front door.

This body is borrowed from the stars,
both a million years old and barely new,
despite the gathering of age in my face.

All money is spent in vacant assumption;
as if these inventions of value do anything
but strip all items of their worth.

Dreaded is the will I place in travelling,
knowing intrinsically about arbitrary birth:
that if I was not born on land, I would simply drown.

I have paid for the sounds of my guitar,
but I lose ownership in their effortless travel
through the air - left to sound through the aeons.

This house is nothing but Earth upon Earth.
Watch as the weeds emancipate through the wall;
it is the people who have forgotten their place.

These old friends are not mine, but obsessions.
Memories of idealised time that I cling to,
as toys are swept up and sold in parts.

Passing are these clothes upon my back,
despite the fashion of my walk
and your letters in my old blazer pocket.

Rationed is my life upon this planet.
All that I meet will fall away,
and all that I take, is returned.