i'm invisible
for those
who care
or pretend
they can
see me

i'm invisible
for those
around
who claim
to be
like me

i'm invisible
wherever
i go
this is
how it's
always been

you may be frightened
and unsure of what to do
but within you shines
the power to be true

it’s okay
to not have answers
it’s to okay
to hide away

as long as you come out
and start to try again

mutual affection
between people stronger
than
acquaintances

that’s what they call
the definition of friendship

but for me
that meaning
lies

in the shimmer of their eyes
whenever they are smiling

in helping each other out
when they are crying

my friends
are my family
are everything
I die for

my friends
like my family
are everything
I strive for

I live
to see
another day
I fight
for a chance
to live it

It's cold again
no people to hold
no one wants
to stay close

In the face
of darkness
none seem
to care

Solidarity forever
but only
for a short while

I don't want
to stay cold

let me love you
like the moon loves the sun:
addicting
like the rain loves the clouds:
fitting
like the light loves the darkness:
contradicting
let me love you
in the light of the moon
and when the sun shines bright
let me love you
when it’s raining
and there are clouds in the sky
let me love you
in all your goodness
and the darkness too
let me love you
like i love you

i saw
your mother died
in the newspaper
and didn’t stop
to call

i saw
you graduated
in a post of yours
and didn’t stop
to text

i see
your life
in glimpses
and realise
you’re gone

i see
you're moving on
in life
and must admit
so am i

i think
of you
from time to time
but not enough
to call

i think
of us
from time to time
but not enough
to text

i know
our friendship
is all
but a ghost
of the past

i know
i loved you
with all
i had
in the past

it’s not the same
it’ll never be
you have you
i have me
separately

“aren’t crows meant to be bad luck?”
he overhears
one too many times
he feels a tugging
deep in his chest
and so away he flies
a bringer of misery
desperate to find
a blessing of his own

“i miss home”
i admit
face stained with tears,
i can’t recall
the place where i belong.
“i miss home”
i admit
voice laden with fear,
what if they
don’t know that i am gone?

a voice
mocking me from afar
no, or is it from within?
How could i be so foolish?
allow myself to feel
what never could have been
a voice
bringing me down
making me kneel
oh please
“you thought this was real?”

“these are classics”
he tells me
but i can barely listen,
focused on his voice
his eyes
his heart
his kindness
i do not need
to go to heaven
i have already
seen it all
down here
with you

“You really don’t have to do that”
oh but i do
for all my existence has become
is just about you

I thought Orpheus foolish
and lovingly blind,
unable to resist temptation-
until you were mine

Now I am Orpheus
determined and wild
to ensure your safety
even if it brings us demise

I can’t bear to lose
I can’t help but look

We were alone
till Death made us part
of each other
Death came for us
too soon
and yet,
won’t bother
leaving us alone

So we are running
for a chance
to stay

Now Death may come for us
but it was worth it from the start.
Because we won’t be alone
till Death do us part

to love is to lose
but not before
you’ve gained
what you could never
dream of

going going
never time
to stop
and rest

i must perform
i must oblige
i must keep going
and going

taking time off
to take my mind off
of all the things to do
as soon as time’s up

i have to function
so the guilt
of underperforming
doesn’t consume me

and now i am Atlas
shouldering the weight of the past
all on my own

your heaven
is my hell
my heaven
is your love

when nothing
lasts forever
was the second time
i fell

in your eyes
i saw the stars
in your arms
i felt the warmth
of a perfect summer night

now in your eyes
i see the pain
in your arms
i feel the end
of a love yet to begin

I want to let go
let go
of this heaviness
that’s dragging down
my heart
heavy with sorrow

I want to let go
let go
of this tragedy
that’s filling
my heart
brimming with grief

I want to be
be free
of insecurities
that aren’t my own
for my heart to beam
with love
instead

I know who i am
i know myself
i want to shout
i want to scream
i am myself

how can i make
you see
how can i make
you realise
how can i prove
myself
to you

i don’t want much
i don’t mean harm
i just want to be seen
by you
as the person i am
and always have been

It's winter again
ice cold
frosting
freezing hands
my lips are blue

It's winter again
ice cold
frosting
freezing heart
my lips are numb
and so am I

It's winter again
inside and out

It's winter again
It's winter again

I wish
I'd never known
peace
because I can't seem
to bear the chaos now

i started wearing it again
your ring
your love
and it still felt as natural
as the day you gave it to me
your ring
your love
i miss it now
i miss you now
your love
your ring

in another lifetime
we’d be sitting by the window
tea in hand
gazing
into each other’s eyes
in another lifetime
i’d be yours
and you’d be mine

you did not make me
you did not break me
i am not like you.
i am everything
you never could
but late at night
i have to admit
i still am
everything i hated
about you
i am
my parents' child

I daydream
even at night
of false hope
and love unreachable
I dream
of you
day and night

I’m a romantic
hopelessly lost
in daydreams
and fantasies
of your hands
in mine
guiding me
through a field
of thoughts
I’m overthinking
what could have been
if I had said the words
but now I’m lost
being a romantic
hopelessly
all by myself

justice?
what’s justice
in a world of
in-
justice
you ask?
easy.
justice
lies
in
tentionally

you.
you.
you.
it's all about you.
always about you.
every poem i write,
every song i like,
always you on my mind.

rose coloured petals
sunlight dancing joyously
a grassy field at peace
flowers blooming all around
music chiming gently
the touch of a friendly breeze,
that's what I see
when you look at me

i can thrive
all on my own
i can help others thrive
all on my own
i will not bow down
for others,
but you
oh you
i’d follow you
to the end of all worlds

they don’t know.
they don’t know
who i am
how i write
the ways i’m hurting
they think they know
but all they know
is what i choose to share
what i choose to show
they don’t know me.
and they don’t care
enough to notice
they know nothing at all

it’s 1 am
2 am
3 am
6
another night gone
another night
well spent
talking
listening
learning
growing
losing sleep
was worth it

one act of kindness
a smile
a wave back
enough
to make an impression
and a promise
that kindness
still exists

late nights
cold walls
calming skies
all the stars
watching us
while we sit
and talk
about the secrets
in our hearts
and heavy thoughts
in our minds,
It’s comfort.
just you and me
and the stars we see

it’s moments like these
unexpected
where i don’t recognise myself
is this really me
on the dance floor
singing along?
is this really me
seeking conversations and
people all day long?
11 days
and plenty connections later
i feel like i learned more
than i could ever have taught
about myself

and the father told the son
"you are more
than i could ever have become"

what does creativity
mean?
is it pulling words
out of the air
and forming them
into rhyming pairs
or is it taking
what's inside my mind
and carefully placing it
for the world
to see?

living.
it's an act
of rebellion

i don’t fight
to be remembered
I fight
so no one else is being forgotten
and they live
to be themselves

Maybe
instead of falling apart
we should try
tearing apart
this world
and set fire
to the ones
that burnt us

star glazed mountains
whisper in the dark
tell me all your secrets
guide me down this path
star glazed mountains
whisper in my ear
do not stop looking
the light you seek is near

I dream of you
sometimes
even though
I don't know
who you are.
My dream.
Are you out there
somewhere?

we wanted to grow up
oh how badly did we want
to grow up
to grow old
to be better.
if only someone had told us
that's not how it works.
we just grow old
things don't go better
and we'll just feel worse

I can hear
hearts beating
and souls whisper
but I can't bear
to hear
your name
spoken out loud.
Because you are
what my soul whispers
and my heart beats for

My art
is not about me
but the images I speak,
about the pictures
I paint of the sea
or the many night skies
that you see
about the people
I described
and the words
that I've combined
and soon you'll find
that the meaning behind
my art
is not about me
but what you seek