we're often asked
what we do with our time
what our ambitions are
what we fear most

and most times
im gonna be honest
about all of the above
but dont dare ask me

who are you

for i myself am unsure

today

i may tell you im a dreamer
a romantic at heart
who dreams of big gestures
and flowers for valentines

next year

id be the one who hates surprises
started socially smoking
prefers the indoors
and snow over the sun

i am unreliable
not just to myself
but to you

i was, i am and
still will be

not who i say i am

when tears come rushing
while i'm working on a paper

it's the paper i protect
not my emotions

>not everything is jolly<

sometimes
you just have to let life
lead the way

>on stepping down<

and just like that
you become a weightless thought
yet still a burden to my mind

i'd like to stop
dreaming
about the past
the ghost of you
which haunts me to this day

how can i stop
dreaming
about the pain
i had to endure
when you are no longer around

i'm aware of the truth
that i miss him
that i havent moved on
and

of course i do
and of course i havent
i admit

i say sorry to myself

I depend on you
When inspiration runs dry.
It's all I can do.

j.m.g.

i know ive been gone a while
and for that ill say im sorry

life has caught up to me
so i must catch up to it

i have made a few drafts
and those i shall correct

but in the meantime
im back

There is a light
Only a few can see
And it shines so bright
It almost seems like a fantasy

It's in the way she speaks,
How she dances in the pale moonlight;
Her dress following her every move
While your eyes lie on her waist.

It's in the way she stares
In your hazel brown orbs,
And how she twirls at your hair
As if she's got all day long.

She wanted to be your muse
She never had the chance;
She thought that by some design
The stars could possibly align.

Now the curtain rises
And the actors take a final bow
The curtain closes
Le fin for the final show.

poets are rivers
and hear me out

bodies
flowing with inspiration

mouths
bursting at the seams

wanting to put down
thoughts in words

inspiration runs dry

but life resumes
at rainfall

eyes of jade
heart of gold

words strung like pearls
hands soft as cotton

spellbound
drifted into your arms

welcoming like home
and ever so familiar

suddenly

your eyes lost their colour
and your heart turned cold

i feel like
i'm in a ring
with my heart
and my brain

you're the cause
of the chaos
and i'm unsure
how and why

up to a few months ago
you were just some hookup
at a party where everyone
was drunk on alcohol

except for me

i was drunk on your lips
soft as a petal
and your hands
smooth as butter

now you're back
you've been gone for a while
3 months actually
and it felt like forever

i missed you
but it feels wrong
nothing serious
just each other's hobbies