I wear my
Emotions on my sleeve
Like a straight jacket
The quietest
Person in the room
Yet he writes
With the LOUDEST VOICE
If you knew me
By person
I’m a man of few WORDS
BUT MY POETRY SPEAKS
VOLUMES
MY EMOTIONS ARE THE RAW AND
HONEST TRUTHS
OF A LONELY MAN TRYING TO
FIND HIS WAY TO GREENER PASTURES

I’ve only ever seen two outcomes
in terms of meeting people:
you’re either betrayed
or forgotten about.

and sometimes I’d rather take
the malicious stabbing of bad faith
over the slow waltz with the long knife.


that’s all.

Miles of sand,
scattered seashells,
a few starfish lying around,
I think I saw a white pearl too.

The beautiful blue ocean,
in front of my eyes,
touching the blue sky on the horizon.

Waves touch my feet,
carrying away some sand beneath.
A ship sailing in the distance,
a gentle breeze blowing,
as if playing with my hair.

Time flew by.
As the sun begins to set
the sky turns into a canvas
showcasing a myriad of colours.

A crescent moon appears,
with a twinkling star by its side.

It was my time to say goodbye —
after a well-spent time, not wasted.

walking the stanza
soon to be dancing
the seamless waltz.

a voice to find
a voice uncovered

a voice unwrapped
a voice freely gifted

a voice your own
a voice shared with others

I wrote a note in my head,
Folded it inside my ribcage.
It said, “I can’t keep fighting
With a heart that always breaks.”

Mom never stayed,
Dad was just a silhouette.
And I swore I’d never
Repeat all that ****

But I guess I did.

We screamed in courtrooms
Over a child I never got to see grow.
I traced his name in the frost
On my rearview window.

I lost him before
I got the chance to lose myself.
I kept his photos
In a box on the bottom shelf.

And I almost left a letter
Where the liquor lives
Something about being tired,
And out of reasons to forgive.

I almost slipped into silence
Like snow on rusted rails,
But I heard a little laugh
That cut through all that pale.

’Cause your brother said,
“Dad, are you okay?”
With a look in his eyes
Like he’d lose me that day.

And I lied at first,
But then I cried like hell.
And in the quiet that followed,
He said, “That’s okay as well.”

There’s a million ways
To leave this place,
But only one
To stay with grace.
And it’s messy, and it aches,
But it’s real.

So I burned the note
And kept the flame,
Lit a candle
And whispered your name.

I never got to hold you
Like I wanted to
But your brother held me
Like you probably would’ve too.

I left a light on,
Just in case you find your way.
I’m still here,
And I’m trying..
Most days.

I wish I was the kind of person who let things go
But if I died tomorrow I would give up peace to hunt you as a ghost
And I say I don’t hold grudge
But I don’t let it slip away from my fingers as if it’s precious as gold
Cause my past is my pride
it connects to my soul
once new, once old
My past is warning
Not something I can loath
If it leaves me the print I won’t be the same one
For me, no amount gold is ever worth
what I gain from what I hold on to

Once you taste solitude,
there’s no going back.
Once you find that
sweet spot within yourself,
there’s no turning back.