I don't know
what happened to Andri.
She was too good for this world-
few are.
I hope she is doing well,
wherever life took her
and I hope that she found the
anarcho-communist commune
she had always
desired.

My heart is wearing out
after feeling everything
so passionately, so intensely
and now I think I need a new heart.

Is it true?
Does my name
Drift in the wind?
Over the mountains
And across the sea?
Does it fade 
From your mind?
Like a visitor who
Has overstayed
Their time? 
Do the memories
Recede to the back
Of your mind?
Like the sun leaving 
the day behind?

I have always
wondered if angels exist,
and since meeting you,
I no longer have
my doubts.

This year,
we found angels
and demons,
heroes and cons,
standing upon and
deep beneath
this world.

You are an angel
straight from the city of light.
I am a sinner
but when I'm with you,
I strive to be
a saint.

Only a night in Hong Kong
can save me now.
With you, hand in hand,
we can walk the Dragon's Back
and find that perfect lookout.
We can watch the sun set over
a city we never wish to leave-
over the neon lights that never seem to fade.
Your head on my shoulder,
we shield each other from Autumn's chill
and forget about our troubles
at least just for tonight.

You’re going to feel
that feeling again because
you’re going to fall in love again-
the only difference is that next time
the feeling is going to
last forever.

Dear May,
You’ve been good to me so far.
The days last longer and the air is warming.
But most of all, you've brought clarity.
But these days,
though I am more at peace
I feel a storm coming;
a war within myself.
As good as you have been,
we know these days cannot last.
But thank you, May,
you’ve been good to me.

You’re in a weird place right now;
you feel like you don’t know which way is up
and which way is down,
and you know everyone
says to just follow your heart,
but you don’t know where it is.
It’s in that clearing where you left it.
It’s in the summer air.
It’s in a love you haven’t touched.
It’s in a song you haven’t listened to.
A book you haven’t read.
You’ll find it again,
you will,
just please,
don’t stop looking.

You’re in a weird place right now;
you feel like you don’t know which way is up
and which way is down,
and you know everyone
says to just follow your heart,
but you don’t know where it is.
Maybe you left it in another country,
or underneath your bed.
Maybe it’s in the summer air.
Or in a love you haven’t touched.
Maybe it's in a song you heard,
Or a book you haven’t read.
You’ll find it again,
you will,
just please,
don’t stop looking.

Dear me-
I think I can
love again,
not well,
but at least
I am trying.

Dear S,
I thought I
could keep this up.
Maybe I could for a while,
but not anymore-
it hurts too much.
I didn't know it would
be so difficult and I didn't
know you would turn away.
You were supposed to be here.
You were family.
I'm lost.

There are so many
people who have entered my life
and have left behind a piece of them
in my heart.
What an honor it has been,
to cross paths with all the beautiful people
who still reside in this heart
and these memories.
Thank you for for the memories,
the growth, the lessons and the joy
and I hope we can
cross paths again.

Just know that there is
no place I go where you do not follow,
that there are no days that you are forgotten,
that this silence is a loud longing for you
and that the beating in this chest is
the desire to hold you again.
I close my eyes for yet another night
wondering when we will meet again.
But until then, it is in these dreams
where we will have to meet,
where this love remains eternal.

You are not
the antagonist
for every story.
Not every story
is about you-
sometimes we have
to learn to see
other people too.

Anxiety,
it is born of the mind,
it racks my bones and
makes a home in
every fiber of
my being.

There's still
a part of me in London-
I left it in my dingy block
on Deptford High Street.
Another part of me still
remains in St James Park,
somewhere in the flowers
and another somewhere in
the markets of Camden Town.
I don't think it'll ever leave.

I was left in shambles,
I was left in the cold
Then she appeared like angels,
So divine and so bold
We danced through a sunshower
We baked the perfect batch
Oh so full our bellies were
It was a perfect match

Lust,
an empty bed
and the lights turned down
is the perfect recipe
for you and me
tonight.

I find that we poets have
a quiet desperation to write
that keeps us hanging onto life.

Sweet sunflower,
I watch you from afar.
Your petals wither and
all I want to do is shine light into your heart.
All alone in a bed of thorns you are-
I want to plant more like you and
nurture them as if they too were
the apple of my eye.

There she was
waiting in the twilight
disguised as a pixie
in a field of
magic mushrooms.
Her aqua hair
smells of the ocean-
the kind that washes into your dreams,
but me,
I did not have to dream
tonight.

Sometimes memories
are all we have left,
and yet they are merely a recipe
for chaos
just waiting to happen.

I'd rather be certain
of the saddest reality
than uncertain about
a hopeful fantasy.

But loneliness
Doesn’t come from being alone
Loneliness comes from feeling alone
And feeling alone comes
From feeling different
And feeling different
comes from feeling unloved
and you feel unloved
Because you don’t
even love
yourself

I wish you
were still here
so that I could wrap
my arms around you
so that you can feel
all of this love
I have for you
but cannot say.

Do you not know
that you are mine, and I am yours?
That your dreams are mine,
and that our hearts beat as one?
We may be separated but never apart
for we are one in blood, one in soul.
Everywhere you go, I go too,
We breathe the same air.

She caught me
climbing up the stairs,
naked as an ape,
in the lonely hours
of the morning.
“You used to enjoy
these kinda sights.”
She slammed the door
and went back to bed.

From known to unknown
From almost to finished
From together to alone
From whole to perished
From safety to danger
From different to normal
From before to after
From devil to angel
From chaos to routine
From angry to placid
From ***** to clean
From bold to timid
From everything that was me
To everything I've feared to be

You are my sun,
and I am your moon.
Find your way to me across
the skies, the land and the oceans
and meet me at dawn.

I didn't know
I needed her guidance
until she opened up her arms.
It might have been
her beauty,
it might have been
the drugs,
but with the way she read my cards,
I was convinced that she was
some sort of goddess
at one with
the universe.

There’s a song
In your heart
It screams for melody
A harmony to tear you apart
A thousand notes
All in one
A heavenly sound
That can't be undone

I don’t need a
thousand red roses.
You're a blue rose-
the only one I want.

The joy of a
thousand sunflowers
leaves my heart brimming with joy.
You make me want to
plant a thousand more.
Hand in hand,
let's get lost in the yellow fields
we grew together.

My heart is so full of you.
Your love brightens it,
turning this heart into a garden
of endless beauty.
One smile from you is enough
to bloom a thousand sunflowers.

You placed your heart
upon my world and
a thousand sunflowers bloomed.

I miss you
With the intensity
Of a thousand
Burning suns

Your absence
It crushes me
With the weight of
A thousand tons

The sun goes down
and I take comfort in the night.
I wait for the moon to return,
and with him, the shadows,
silence and solitude.
It is at night where
I can forget about reality and
the bustle of everyday life.
It is at night where I can breathe,
to take inspiration from the darkness
and let the mind run free.

One step forward,
two steps back.
Reality is a tough place to live-
it is also a tough
place to leave.

I keep returning;
the doorstep of your heart
is far too inviting tonight.
Every time, I am turned away
to face another winter
that's unforgiving,
so cold so dark,
when I am lost
without
you.

I didn’t plan on dying at your feet tonight,
but here I am bleeding out
without a breath to spare.
Was I ever anything more than this to you,
a badly worded promise
failing its own intentions?
am i worth an answer?

Winter goes into hibernation
and spring comes out a little early in August.
Brief but blissful moments of warmth
come and go,
bringing with it,
memories of a love lost long ago.

The sun is gone
and now my heart
is falling like leaves.
The wind takes me away
and I'm left to face
the fall alone.

The skies are
fading
and the leaves are
withering
underneath
my skin.
I've got the
Autumn blues
again.

I'll never forget that day
you caught me off-guard like that.
The way you so effortlessly
drew my breath away
upon first sight
as if to make room
for what could have been.

I hope life is treating you well
wherever you are right now.
Just know I still think of you
for you are never forgotten in this heart.
Indeed, this heart misses you
for it is you that fills it.
That way you are never gone from me,
and though the years pass,
I can treasure what I keep in my heart
like a fire on a winter's night.

How I yearn for
your tender touch.
Your fingers are like the sun
the way they open up this body
like a sunflower awaking to sunlight.

We are born
naked and alone-
the centre of someone's universe.
And yet,
we remember
none of it.

I know a girl
on the other side of the world
she's my flesh and blood
my heart and soul
but I'm stuck with the blues
the baby blues now