I'm a writer
I paint pictures
With my words
I draw the sun
The starry nights
The howling winds
And the calm seas

I'm a writer
I can make you see
Snowfall in July
Rainbows on a cloudy night

I can make trees bow
At the wind's command
I can make a leaf float
Till it reaches
Just where I want it
And people
Mere puppets

But the beauty
In my paintings
Is not the words
I chose to use
Or the hue
Of emotions
Smeared across
My canvas

The true worth
Lies in your eyes
What you perceive
And chose to believe
The words that caught
At the strings of your heart
The world that you created
Using my words

I'm merely the hand
Of an artist, struggling
But you
You are the eyes

There are things
You didn't want me to do
Things you said
Would break me
But how could I stop
This aching heart
From craving
So I did them anyhow
And I'm not ashamed
I have no remorse
If I made mistakes
They're mine
For I'm not your shadow
Hiding behind you
Recoiling from the light
That you let through
For I'm not your puppet
You don't hold my strings
To bend me the way you want
Turning pages in my life
As you would have
For I'm not your reflection
Showing you only
That what you wish to see
What you couldn't be in me
For I'm not your clay
Moulded at your hands
Shaped into your dreams
Trimmed to remove
The imperfections that define me
For I'm not you
In all your goodness
However hard you try
I'm not you
*For I am me

Thunder
Rain
Alone
At home
Thoughts
Of death
Knife
Unsteady
No more
Of this
Empty world
Knife
On wrist
Knock
On the door
A voice
No. Focus.
Tears
Knock
'Open up'
Knife
Now steady
Ready
Slit
Tears
Smile
Blur
Collapse
Blood
Knock
Blur
Glas­s shatters
A voice
'No!'
Darkness
Engulfing
Too late

The Wind Sees Everything
From oceans to seas
From mountains to valleys

It saw the earth grow
It saw the earth reform
It saw the apes turn into men
A new world being born

It saw forests
Burnt to the ground
Then realizations
Dawning anew
Creatures of the night
People. You.

Yes, the wind sees you.
It saw you crawling
Into your mother's arms
It saw you leave her fingers
And learn how to walk
It saw you crying for her
On your first day of school
It saw you grow
Resolute and beautiful
It saw your first love
It saw your first kiss
It saw you heartbroken
And in love again
It saw all your laughs
It saw all your tears
It saw all your struggles
It saw all your triumphs

The wind sees everything
And so it will forever
Blowing in all its perpetuity
Till you long cease to exist

'I want to be perfect, daddy'
He looked at her, smiling
She was standing there
With her father's eyes
And a look of grit
That she got from him

Could she be perfect?
Could anyone?
He had always thought no
Perfection, so unattainable
Because with the rose,
Comes the thorn

But there she was
Undeterred.
Intrepid.
Unflinching.

His heart did the thinking for him.
'You already are, my angel'

I leave
Walking out, happy
Walking out, free

A tie bonds us strong
Strongly suffocating
So different, yet we know
We're dangerously dependent

I hear doors slamming
You hear glasses shatter
So overwhelming, yet somehow
We're dangerously dependent

So I come back
Back to it all
Held back, but I know
I'm dangerously dependent