Why wait for someday?
Why not make it today?
You can wait for time to pass by
With each second
A different grain of sand
Passing by an hourglass
That captures nothing
But the hours left in our lives.
Wait not for those who cause
Heartache and sadness
But
Let the grains of sand
Cascade to the bottom
Of an hourglass
And the arms of a clock
tick on
As you wait for love.

I want to hold you
Whisper in your ears
That 'It'll be ok'.

I want to hold you
Whisper in your ears
That 'you're amazing'.

I want to hold you
Whisper in your ears
'Please don't give up'.

But

If Chinese Whispers
Have taught me anything
All the things I whisper
Will change upon
Entering your eardrums,
Soon 'it'll be ok', will be
'it'll never be ok',
'You're amazing' turns to
'you're nothing', and
'please don't give up',
turns to 'just give up',
But know that no matter
What you hear,
I will always be whispering
Into your ears
'I'm here for you'
and I'll always hold you.

I saw a flower seed
planted into the ground
and grew by starlight
to be forever dirt bound.

I saw a flower's first petals
So unspoilt, so pure
As I witness the scent
sprayed to allure.

I watched a red flower
go through photosynthesis
growing warm with sunlight
seemed rather intimate.

I saw a flower bloom
amongst a lamp post
under the light of stars
that lit up the coast.

I saw a flower in the night
its petals spread across
the seas coating the waters
with a little bit of gloss.

I saw a flower, so beautiful
so I uprooted the flower
hoping that it lived beyond
the confines of an hour.

I saw a flower, uprooted
from the soil
yet never once did wilt
or ever spoil.

I saw a flower so beautiful,
a rose that casted a shadow
in my heart, forever giving
me shelter and making me glow.

I saw a beautiful flower
a scarlet coloured rose
that could have made me
abandon poetry & prose.

...For I could not call myself
a poet, knowing that I could
never describe the perfection,
of the rose as a poet should.

...For I could not call myself
a poet, knowing that I haven't
learnt the words to describe the
rose that showed compassion.

A lake where flowers
Were left to wilt amongst ****
To mourn the lost kids.

'Don't chase girls. Chase a career. Chase enough money and girls will come. Don't dwell on heartbreak, work yourself to death and don't get married, the next time I meet you better be at your funeral because you have worked yourself to death'.

One and half year later
'This is my girlfriend. We're getting engaged. Yeah chase love. It's beautiful'.

I avert his gaze
his hand sliding up my thighs
as my voice muffles.

I let out a scream
silence is all I could hear
as I see his eyes.

His eyes pierce my soul
tainting that one part of me
that felt always clean.

I took a shower
I took a hundred showers
but it still lingered.

It will be ten years
it will be twenty full years
but I felt empty.

There were days
when I could still see your tears
and pretended I didn't care,
pretended that it didn't bother me.

There were days
when I could see that you
struggled and slipped between
the cracks of all the different issues.

There were days
when I pretended I didn't know you
that I never ever knew you,
that I didn't care.

There were days
I hated myself more than ever
because I couldn't find it
in myself to not care about you.