I am my flower's little one
The petals of she float
Reflect the silver lining
Of a lonely moon.

I am this flower's soft breeze
The petals of she shiver and shrink
Fly in the air
And go back to God

She goes back to God
And never to me.


-- Eleanor Rigby

I can hear you singing
is it about me?
is that vain?
am i weak?
can this approaching anxiety leave?
can i just be me?
can i please be free?

these thoughts are destructive
they're decay on my positivity
my hard earned sanity
my clarity

clouding my emotions
feeding my every insecurity


**Please, Please, Please Anxiety
Please let me be!!

And maybe we're all unknown little Van Goghs
Self mutilating our hearts
In the name of love.


--Watercolour

I have dreams that I once was
A free majestic albino peacock,
Jewellery trapped under a rock.
I have dreams that I never was.

I have dreams  that I once was
An old tree covered in snow,
Winds that took an eastern blow.
I have dreams that I never was.

I have dreams that I once was
A poor little drowning fish,
A silver ring left to tarnish.
I have dreams that I never was.

I have dreams that I once was
A lot of things and one thing,
But I never was anything.
I have dreams that I once was.


--Watercolour

There in the garden
I waited and waited
So patiently.

I waited for hours,
Days, almost a century.

There in the garden
I could have died
From longing.

Many a thing occurred
Before my sight.

Many died,
Many were born,
Some were reborn.

I waited for days
And the sun stood still.

It was only a minute.


--Watercolour

Hazel eyes on the bus
I looked for you,
You looked for me.


--Watercolour

He was not trying to die, my dear.
He was merely struggling to live.


--Watercolour