Jealousy makes us human,
if we were without the pain in our heart,
and the flutter in our lungs,
none of us would truly be alive.

we are strangers in mask,
to disappear,
our task,
to run behind a cape,
willing yourself,
not to break,
to roam lost land,
no one in sight,
to hold your hand.

my heart will still burn,
and I know I shall never learn,
how quickly love can turn,
to this pain that leaves me yearn.

what makes me so unappealing?
is it the way my thighs briefly touch then curve
only to meet again?
my crooked smile?
tired eyes?
the way my hair curls and winds?
my attaching heart?
my small, needy hands?
my glistening blue eyes?
the wishes in the fallen eyelashes that I neglect
to brush from my cheeks?
my age that doesn't reflect my maturity?
the gaps in my brain that can never be filled?
my skeptic heart?
my pulsing wrists perhaps?
my slender neck that curves too late?
the crevices from mountains on my cheeks?
how have I become something I promised not be be?
why do I lack what other girls have?
where have I gone wrong?

I write and I sketch
All to forget
How wrong I was about this bet

I press the keys of my instrument
Just to neglect
My naïve intellect.

All this works for some time
Until it comes in reflex
And bites me in the neck

I pick a petal from the bud,
He loves me apparently
But everything he's said and done
Prove to me it's not to be.

Like a fire in a forest,
the illness quickly spread,
from the bottom of his feet the the crown of his dear head.

The illness I speak of is deadly,
and can often not be cured,
and when he finally dies, in the ocean his ashes will be poured.

He lost this tragic battle,
but in memory he will forever last,
because he is every breeze,
every star,
every single blade of grass.

waited twelve hours for your reply,
the space between us slowly grows,
you across the sea,
and me on a speck of land,
even the miles between us,
cannot show you the length of my love,

twelve hours creep by
lost seconds drift,
as I clutch the casket of my device,
longing for your name to glow,
have you forgotten?
has your day become too full?
these questions I cannot answer,
and I will most likely never know.

The hinges of my arms
Will open like doors for you,

My mouth
Your welcome mat,

Hang your troubles on your back
Upon my shoulders,
Let me bear the weight.

Light the fire in
My tummy, hug me
And we will both be warmed,

Open up my windows
And I will air our thoughts,

My chest is a perfect cushion,
Where your head gently moulds,
Just stop and rest upon me
And let yourself unfold,

           . . .

So why don’t you slip your key in again,
The spare one, that matches mine.
See what you may unlock,

For I am what will house you,
When the world spits you out,
I will always be your shelter,

The place you can
Kick your shoes off and stretch your feet
For I am always here,
Saving you a seat.

In this home,
There will forever be,
A fire burning,
Windows open,
Doors ajar,

No matter how long you’ve travelled,
Or however near
Or far.

This home will always be here,
Eyes glowing,
Waiting for that key twist
In her door.

self acceptance, that's the key,
the only thing to set you free.
once you look in the mirror and notice you're alright,
all your insecurities will take flight.
when you realise your heart continues to beat,
all problems will begin to fleet.
when you look in the mirror that hovers above the floor
one day you will realise you're lost,
confused and sad no more.

You are not just,
A flickering flame of light,
You smolder all in
your sight.

Effulgent, my precious one,
Glowing more
Than the asterioids
Our closing sun.

You don't ignite my love,
But you engulf my heart,
With your atomic bomb,
Your flicking tongue,

Left a fiery hell,
In the back of my throat,
Striked me,
Harder til I fell from your spell

The orange sky is my perfect light,
When people pause
And birds fault flight.

The tide rolls in,
Pulls troubles from my toes,
They can tumble
Wherever the sea goes.

An exorcism as the sky
illuminates and dulls,
My soul flies high,
To join the re acclaimed, pesky gulls.

These rotten sheets,
I curse and twist,
The spring leaps up,
Bites with a hiss.

This breeze block pillow,
I try to karate cut,
But the masonry stings,
The pain pours out.

The duck down duvet,
Nips at my toes,
Squealing black tongues,
As the birds inside rose.

The space below collects dust,
Luring in dead flies,
Their little buzzing legs,
Have become my lullabies

A poem,
it's more than
line punches
between words,

a catalyst for emotion,
it longs for your practice,
devotion.


It's the twist in your tongue,
that you want to untie.

It's a log of your thoughts,
that need no rhythm
no rhyme.

As nouns don't always match,
and verbs don't always belong.

but this poem is yours,
it's your voice,
your story,
ideas,
your song.

It welcomes you,
With regular thud,
Gentle blush,
From pump pump blood.

Frames your face,
More lovingly than a
cup of hands,
Leaves a memory of you, where it lands.

Accompanies you,
when the sun's shining South,
People fall in love,
With the moves of your mouth.

Feet that leave,
Gentle marks in sand,
Skin so supple,
To another ones hand.

Don't collapse each element
that you've matured so
wonderfully in,
This is your home,
And you should be at one with him.

Behind these bars is where I pace,
This is my castle, my place.

Behind these bars I tick day by day,
Waiting for my que to get away.

Behind these bars I remember why,
Why I need to wait for these days to pass by.

Behind these bars my mind drifts,
To when I stole an elevator lift.

Behind these bars my heart sinks,
I remember drowning a foe in alcoholic drink.

Behind these bars I recollect,
On when I made a teacher infect.

Behind these bars I stand once more,
For breaking down every door.

Behind these bars I think of the irony,
In the fact that all my troubles are inside of me.

Behind these bars, I never break through,
cos you're as dangerous to me,
As I am to you.

Tangled headphones
Knotted mind,
Messed up music,
Confused half rhyme.

I'm a path with no end,
But it's a route planned out,
A road with no turnings,
No exits or roundabouts.

It's a beat that flows in my blood,
a complex tune in my soul,
a hum that leads to flood,
a rhythm that can't grow old.

It's a thing I can't shake away,
these feelings that rush through me,
the moment I press play.

she sprints through the grass,
where the blades won't harass,

the gentle wheat crops against her skin
running fast, they tickle her shin.

galloping, chasing, like a gazelle,
rays of sun caress, enchanting dark skin with spell.

curvaceous body with no care,
lovely lady, as free as her hair.

she grabs at the violets, press to her face,
indestructible woman, found her place.

jiggling, wobbling, dancing with joy,
this here woman, life is her toy.

she moulds it and holds it as she changes to sprint,
the sadness in here bares no hint.

curly hair, heritage rich,
this bird here, unpicked every stitch.

she stops, she stops, at the edge,
scrambles scrambles stopping before ledge.

jiggling juggling, in the ****,
she dances around, no want to intrude.

escapee, escapee, that's what she's become,
and oh now, she feels like the only one.

boundless beauty, encased with dark lattice scars,
her body contains a bounty of stars.

no shape can hold her,
no one can tame, encase,
no hands can hold her,
more valuable than lace.

The trees will still sway,
Sun shall still rise,
The far away lights above us,
Will still shoot away.

The grass will grow,
The seasons will change,
daisies shall be covered,
In a shroud of snow.

I will still gaze,
Still breathe,
wistfully, hope dream.
Whether you're here,
Or vanished in the haze.

The globe will keep rotating,
Until it gets engulfed,
The clouds
still make shapes,
boats will carry on floating.

All will stay the same,
Whether you're my love or not,
Nothing will change except,
The feeling deep within,
that it was in fact me,
to blame.

I serenade with lit wicks,
Pave your way to me
With quick wit.

Smudged full lips,
On your skin,
Little crescents on your hips,
Where my nails dug in.

A baggy sweater,
Pushing against my shape,
Soft skin dragging
To my vacant gape.

Entice you with
what is mine,
To my body
Your love shall bind.

not just ink and needle,
it's memories and pain,
hopes and dreams,
names and beauty.

art across a body,
canvas showing your story,
messages in korean,
no one has to know.

delicate birdcage on one thigh,
or a anchor next to an eye,
they can have meaning,
or none at all.

impulse descisions,
or contemplations,
all of them perfectly fine.

a fizzle which fades,
submerged in rainbow colours,
that continue to froth and spread,
bubble and pop,
filling the tub,
a burst of elation,
a rainbow with it's *** of gold,
just you and I,
in this luke-warm water,
the heat turning me the colour of ruby,
my eyes turquoise with the surprise,
so divine,
a tranquil after math,
this bomb has now exploded,
the ****** has been reached,
and the come down has begun,
each colour slowly fades,
as my feet return to the bathmat ground.

Books are reliable folk,
They'll remain in your hand as you have a ****.

The pages don't mind markings,
The bindings are okay with carvings,

The letters will always remain,
Even if, your holy grail is left out in the rain.

Their secret meaning can be read
in the solitary of your head.

Or your favourite piece, shout aloud!
Yell it to a crowd.

Weep as your character's love departs,
Flick through it with a careless heart.

Keep it in your back pack,
Or glare at it on your iPad.

Your trusty friend 'book'
Is always willing for you to prise it open,
and take a long, hard look.

eyes help me to see,
qualities no body else could,
whether they're sparkling as the stars,
or like yours, the colour of falton wood.

they're a small port hole,
into the depths,
and yours my darling,
leave me without breaths.

they're more than just a feature,
a distinct part of your soul.
the colour of them perfect,
sure to never grow old.

a flutter a flutter,
between my hips,
gentle gentle,
like five thousang sailing ships.

oars dragging through,
leaving marks against me,
flutter flutter,
I love you says he.

butterflies butterflies,
they continue to grow,
they're tapping my heart,
my chest is aglow.

twisting and flying,
tunneling in my vein,
you're the blood pumping through,
butter bug, you've left a stain.

A strawberry red one,
on my collar bone,
gentle as you land there,
flutter flutter,
oh my, you have grown.

don't fall in love,
because you'll be the one that falls harder,
deeper,
faster,
and they'll leave and you'll just have those feelings,
and the constant reminder of them in everything you do.

You're my lucky charm,
Silver locket,
Heather in my pocket.

The twist of fingers,
For a promise,
A love so pure, forever honest.

our little boy Bruce
in slip on shoes,
swinging on mummy's arm

princess Niahm
holds daddy's hand
never to let him go

Bruce has pa's hair,
Niahm momma's eyes,
together they're a happy pair.

a batman princess
and a monkey boy
never afraid to play with one an others toys

oh our love for you shall never fade
if daddy and I have our way.

oh to sit on an apartment balcony,
with my body folded into yours,
as you untangle my knots
and smooth your skin,
the world beneath us
untimely busy
while life for us seems to stop,
our hearts beating simultaneously,
your love all mine,
the city that we live in
my new found house,
but you my darling the home
in which I will for ever grow,
and you my precious baby
promise to never go.

the blinds are shut,
the shutters closed,
nobody appears to be home,

but here we have a glow
from deep inside,
perhaps a glimmer of lost pride,

the light shone through the shutters,
a floodlight on the grass,
they were at home

oh at last!

Once in a while,
I wouldn't mind,
To have a partner that makes me smile.

A guy by my side,
Who will tell his friends about
me with a sense of pride.

To hold me in tight grasp,
I want his face
In my locket clasp.

A kiss on the forehead will suffice,
To have his nickname,
On my device.

To paddle together,
In the ocean of life,
Just sometimes a little company,
Would be rather nice.

Unsteady feet,
Tread cobbled, wobbled floor,
Little potted plants,
Dead at the door.

Salt in the air,
Flurries of sun
Entwine fair hair.

Cables zap as they shake
Up above,
In this place of chipped paint,
Lacking it's love.

Spray crashes over
The spread harbour arm,
Knocking out,
All of its charm.

A sweep of the gale,
All unsteady will fail
to keep postured posed and poised.

A flick of the mist,
wail of the lighthouse,
As the weather consumes,
The quaint little homes,
All torn up
In the turmoil of natures fumes.

I miss you like the deserts and the long gone rain,
As the womb misses it's babe,
Finger and the ring.

I long for you with no end,
The same way a candle needs the flame,
And a book that must be read.

I need you as a child needs snow,
As an adolescent wants life,
A pet longing for loving touch.

Cross my heart and hope to die,
I promise under nighttime sky,

no part of me is crossed,
none of these words to be lost.

an innocent swear of 'I love you mores'
and I always will,
because you my darling have no flaws.

A daddy's girl is what I was,
but all that precious time,
has become lost.

holding his hand tight,
in fear he would take flight,
in the cool blanket of the night.

his shadow still exists in my palm,
he is the reason of being how I am,
even though I'm doing all I can.

he used to rock me,
and brush my weave,
how unfair can this be?

to have your pa gone,
what have I done?
for him to go for so long.

by the candle light,
when all is dead,
in the night,
shadows creep past,
they flicker on walls,
each of them refuse to pass,
pick at my skin with tools,
I question, I question,
under the moon,
will everything always be,
like an upside down,
warped reflection,
on a battered tea spoon

they crawl on,
as I pull through,
trying to stay in tact,
attempting to find
who I truly am,
pondering thoughts pass,
moments become memories
that my brain won't always hold,
the hands mark each number,
and everything blurs to one.

The death of you
Is unpicking
All of the stitches
I've sewn up

And the wounds
Are being rubbed
In coarse salt.
Punishing me
For ever forgetting about them.

My emotions roll with the tide,
Toe tip dip,
Into the blue,
The cold dark liquid,
Seeps inside.

My hair turns to the creatures,
Of the big deep,
All of their poison
Rapidly seeps.

Sea salt water enters my lungs,
Gently squeezing,
And halting
My slow breathing,

Years from here,
I'll reach the troughs,
But what if this ending
Isn't enough?

My skin a crustation,
Water baby
Can't swim,
Let the ocean compress me,
****** me from within.

I'm trying to forget all the memories that we had,
trying to disregard the times you made me bad,
all the occasions where you made me feel quite sad,
and every single time you made me feel a little glad.

I'm trying to forget,
because it seems you are less fond,
and we no longer have our automatic bond.

I yearn for the times when everything was good,
maybe I am wrong and everything,
misunderstood

3,400 miles away,
in my heart you will forever stay.
the distance between us doesn't mean a thing,
because I love you right now even more than last spring.
you are my darling, my sweet heart to be,
my ideal, my perfect, the boy from my dream.
I may be young and naive still,
but I adore you with my whole heart and always will.
peoples opinions don't matter to me,
because for you'd I'd do everything my perfect baby.
I never even realised someone like you could exist,
you have everything on my mental checklist.
so one day my angel,
together we shall be,
locked in embrace,
forever and a day.

Clamy palms,
Because of your charms,

Twisted brain,
Your beauty brings pain,

Knotted stomach,
Because of your havock,

Jelly legs,
Your somber tones mess with my head,

Shy blue eyes,
I worry you feed me lies,

Goose pimpled skin,
Nerves from within,

Distance lay between,
and time crept by,
but I still have this dream,
And hold onto it I will try.

For so long I have hoped,
I want us to sit on a bay,
Our love to be promised,
For us to muse our troubles away.

I need us together,
Forever we could be,

But I guess that's a long time for lovely you and imperfect, little, me.

Your slurred thoughts,
Compatible with mine,
Sober and cold,
Like the dry wine.

Jumbled letters schpeel
Out your mouth,
The cider sinks down,
Eyes climbing south.

Hot sweaty palms,
Pull on my skin,
Taking all my naïvety
From deep within.

Inebriated breath,
"Smile through the pain"
Talons piercing,
As I try to abstain

I want to kiss you in every mood,
and for you to kiss me back.

when I'm at my tether end,
your lips will help me defend,
against any battles I may have to face,
You will be in my desired place.

A whisper between two lips,
to give you the flutter when mouths interlock,
hands resting gently on one another's hips.

as I'll watch you all the while,
my eyes falling on your mouth,
and the corners which hold back smile.

Your crook is my perfect pillow,
Your hair as careless
As the weeping willow.

A neck anchored with roots,
Your cold tip toes,
Smothered by boots.

Lips that revive, more than water can,
Each of your whispers,
Makes my heart fan.

Your goosebumps a trail, down abdomen,
Why won't you please,
Let me in.

whether you're listening to music,
or watching TV,
being somewhere else
is the best place to be.

have your head in a book,
or closing your eyes,
being somewhere else,
will always be wise.