they'll save your life-
they'll break your heart.
You don't know which
was better or worse.

We choose people
so far from home
but no matter the distance
we never feel alone.

I am a scarecrow-
crooked teeth and
a crooked heart.
I'm in shambles swaying
in the darkest nights
so full of terrors-
yet they are so
exhilarating.

We embrace the darkness
with arms wide open because
we've nothing else to hold.

Sitting on a crowded bus
on my way to another show,
wondering why I bothered
leaving home in the first place.

If you ever think of me
think back on me,
on us fondly,
and with
warm
memories.

I'm still trying
to describe you,
through poetry
and to explain you,
through song.
But the more I try,
the more I realize
that none of these mediums
will ever do you justice, love.

She finds comfort in the night.
Not as warm or popular
as the day.
It must be the silence
caressing her soul at night
or the darkness that washes away
the dirt from yesterday.
She waits for the night-
she waits for the peace.

I don’t know if I need a friend-
I don’t know if I am on the mend.
All I know is that it feels like
this feeling will never end.

I don't think I
have felt love for
far longer than I
care to admit,
so what have I
been doing all
these years?

She won't break your heart,
but she will test its limits.
Fair?
Probably not,
but neither is life,
and life provides
opportunity,
not justice.

Most of the time,
I am too afraid
and too in awe
to ask myself
how I found you.

I am a tourist
travelling in between
the sweetest dreams
and the darkest
nightmares.

She slithers in
underneath my door
in the dead of night.
I let my guard down
and she slides up my bed,
underneath the covers
and curls around my spine.
She whispers sweet terrors
and I find myself awake
and fighting this anxiety
that has me in her grip.

She gives trust
and receives betrayal.
She builds walls around her heart
to shut out the all the invaders.
It's been smashed into a million pieces
a million times before.
She gathers the remnants
only to salvage her fragile heart.

No matter how dark
your petals may wither
just remember to keep shining
and pushing through the dirt.

It's when no one believes in you-
that's when you have to come through
but oh, it's such a hard thing to do.

Stop wearing
my favorite colour
It makes you that much
more beautiful.

so much wasted time
chasing temporary feelings
only to tear ourselves apart
for those who aren’t listening.
A million thought out words
only to be lost in translation-
we pray for companionship
but end up with damnation.

If I just keep writing,
then maybe my poetry
will spill out and
bring you back.

Tomorrow
is tomorrow
is tomorrow
is tomorrow-
if only i could
become unstuck.

I am always
exploding out of love
yet I still don't know how
to sort through the debris

Up until 4 am,
for no reason at all-
time just ran away,
And I wish you could
have stayed for
one more night.

You're a dream
I want to get lost in -
One I don't wish to wake from.

People always leave.
It was never about them-
It's about the ones
who come back.

Tbilisi held up more
than just our broken heart.
They held our hopes and dreams,
at least until we were apart.

Can we still salvage this kiss
from over seven-thousand
miles away?
Were our lips destined to repel
like the north and south pole?
Or will they find a way
like a heart to a soul?
What were we thinking
when we never said goodbye?
what were we thinking
when we ripped our souls apart?
Can we still salvage this kiss,
as damaged as we are?

Sometimes
it feels like
the only way forward
is a U-turn
back towards yesterday-
heading for the past.
For it is there
where my heart
doesn't want to leave.

I'm a sorry little soul
and you’re the only thing
that keeps me going.
I’m a fraying mass-
I'm falling apart at the seams
and you're the last stitch
keeping me together.
I've been left out in the rain,
the cold and the darkness,
and I'm waiting on your light
to bask in my direction.

When I eclipse,
just know that we will meet again
and you will be at my side.
I will shine on you again
and we will give the world
something they won't forget-
a dazzling twilight for all to see.
I am your sun,
you are my moon.
Don't leave me in darkness
anytime soon.

I think about our future cat
that is, if you wanted more.
Would we have too many to pat
or would they be ours to adore?
We'd argue over countless names
in between our countless grins-
these perfect moments hung in frames,
soaked in pure love and the finest gins.

I guess this love was never reciprocated.
Now, our words just linger and fade
like bedroom cigarette smoke.
Maybe my heart will also fade
out of my chest on my walk home.
That’d be nice.

You've learnt an art
from within your heart
so when you break mine apart
the pieces fall into
an aesthetic craft.

my dream has been a
curse in one too many ways-
I found and I lost you.

Monday's here again
and off to work I go to
to do it all again
and countdown
to that next fix.

You and I,
Hand in hand-
we are one.
There is no distance,
no time, no fear,
that keeps us apart.  
We love without consequence
and we are free-
oh, how free we are.

She is
a night full of darkness,
wine and solace.

I wish I could fall
together
as quickly as I
fall apart

I don’t fear getting lost
in your eyes,
I fear getting lost in your voice.
I see myself in those eyes
and  I see my home.
Your voice, though-
it can swallow me whole
with all your little words
and I would
never return.

Can love travel across seas?
Can it float over the ocean
or drift upon the waves?
Would love reach me
upon shores of loneliness?
I'm drowning in solitude
and you are too far
to extend your hand.

Nothing blooms in nature
all year long,
so why should you
expect yourself
to do so?

It stormed yesterday.
Today the sky is clear
and now they're yours
to conquer.
So remember, whenever struggle
and pain are present,
it will always pass-
the oceans are yours to surpass.
So fill your heart,
Purge your mind,
Spread your wings,
Go ahead and fly, kid,
The world is yours.

We all wander,
sometimes too much,
about those who truly care
for us.
We believe that no one
would care if we weren’t here-
but think about all the ones that
you have ever cared about and
how they have no idea about it.
I had a college teacher I
haven’t seen in too long
yet I still tell people how much
of an impact he had even though
he doesn't have a clue.
I have old coworkers,
people I met through travels,
and friends turned acquaintances
and haven’t seen in years
who I would be devastated about
if something happened to them.
We secretly care about so many people
but act like it’s impossible that
anyone cares about us.
Impossible - people do.
more than you think,
even if you can’t see it.

She is alone
day after day-
night after night.
Alone between pages and
in between each pen stroke
are the secrets she
keeps to herself.
She'll tell them one day and
they will explode out of her
like the supernova
that she is.

I'm sorry I
didn't tell you
that I was back in town.
I was scared, I was anxious
of this time and space between us-
an aching silence echoed across the seas.
You know that all you have to do
is call out my name
and I'll be back
in a heartbeat.

It always hurts that extra bit
when you don't see it coming.
You begin to punish yourself
and say how you should have
seen this coming.
How many red flags
did you overlook this time?

So foolish to
think that we are enough for
each other’s demons

the city is a
distant monument to our
one summer in love.

Our two souls were
brought together
from different worlds-
perhaps to be entwined.
Our stories were weaved
into one-
through the seas and storms
that couldn't keep us apart.

Viking cats live
in such magnificent ways,
and he was no different-
Valhalla awaits him.