On this night,
my heart forgot to stop loving you.

With star dusted verse and milky way melody,
I sang to you a jasmine scented lullaby.
Through crescent waves of moonbeam,
I breathed my lavender love into your dream.

In the morning when you wake, will you feel me there,
as sunlight, streaming through your sleep damp hair?


Mine is the heart that forgot to stop loving you.
Yours, the heart that could not remember to begin.

Life got overturned in your curls.
Curls with which I put together the fabric.
Fabric, with which we wiped shame off of our faces.
We didn't know how to choose.
We choked when we shouldn't even drink.

By mistake.
By mistake one bites its own heart,
one forgives a betrayal,
one cries instead of laughing,
one dies in its sleep,
but you can't deceive someone like this,
by mistake.

In the clouds of your coffee,
did the loneliness that you felt
when you woke up with him, ever peeped out?
Did you wish that I was him
when you hung wet sheets from the sky?
When you dreamt of the right man
but woke up in the wrong bed?

By mistake.
By mistake one bites its own heart,
one forgives a betrayal,
one cries instead of laughing,
one dies in its sleep,
but you can't deceive someone like this,
by mistake.

If I had ever known
that your winter would strain in my nest,
I would've forbidden you to climb so high,
I would've denied you the fruit of my tree.

Of the ghosts we raised,
Of the shadows we harvested,
of those pagan rituals,
having offered you my heart
was my only mistake,
I did it by mistake.
By mistake.

You're like orange juice and toothpaste
Flavours that are pleasant
Enjoyable even, each in their own moment
But then they're colliding
Like the faces of your personality
Rushed mornings, teeth first and juice second
Conversations with you
An intolerable taste
Ruining both moments, all moments
I'm pretty sure I dislike you

Thin dead leaves pungent of wet dissolved dreams.
A table stables a half empty glass of water.
Why must we define ourselves by levels of violence?
Letters crease too easily these days.

When you are away from someone too long
Their smell is the first thing you remember.
When you are away from something too long
The joy of doing it again is the first thing you recall.

And when the clouds have all gone
Is when I will cradle see your face.
And when the sun has finally set
Is when I will settle with hard grace.

Where has the MADness gone?
Where has the SADness drifted to?
Where has the SANity tip toed?
Where has the OBScenity scampered off to?

There is as much peace in the wavering wet grass
As there is snow in the most impossible of mountains.
Wisdom knows no limits
And that is because wisdom
Knows its reasons for limitations.

Sit.
See.
Breathe.
Smell.
Taste.
Feel.

Let thought be
Secondary.
Address the problem
In five minutes.
There is no need to rush
Through life.
Life will begin and
End when it wills.

A man told me once,
"Live as if you have already died
And that everything you are doing
You are doing without regret
Or with fear of death,
For you are already dead."

Perhaps happiness is the root of all creation
Perhaps love is
Perhaps underneath all this anger, this hate, this violence,
This racism, this disdain, this bitterness, this hurt,
Is where love and compassion once was?

And what is the remedy to bring love back?
I see a lighthouse, its piercing light stabbing through the fog.
I see two lover's asleep in the lime colored grass.
I see forgiveness in the eyes of a man who's been wronged.
I see hope in the eyes of one who is lost.

I see a bright star in the night sky
With a brighter star behind it.

Can it be optimism?
Can it be faith?
Can it be true if it is writ?
Can it be believed?

What is the point of living
If one cannot dream?

A story holds many truths.

Your truth is what you choose
To believe.

Salty water from the ocean's lips
kissing upon fresh raw skin
wetter than the shine of your eyes
when i knew you were holding back.
And i will sit upon the dunes
where we once sat
and write to you letters of love
soon to be lost in the wind.
Up on the cliff face
where five of us gathered,
slightly out of mind,
and soaked up the scenery.
We sat and stared
Juicing all before us,
Squeezing out all we could
Attempting to hold the moment forever.
But every moment ends,
as all else,
And eventually,
as the sun lowered his gaze,
we had to turn to leave.

You left what seems like a forever ago,
leaving only vague memories,
juiced and bottled
and stacked neatly in the pantry.

Yes,
Yes it sounds a hell load more sexier
To say I nearly jumped off a terrace
Or
I used to slit my wrists

Than tell you that
yesterday
The lights
Went green
And I
I don't know what come over me
But I walked to the middle of
One of the busiest crossings
And attempted
To peer into my future
In the headlights
Of a bus

I find it easier
To tell people
That I am a head-case
And they should stay away
Rather than tell them
That I sat up the whole night
Crying
On my birthday
Because I felt like a Giant Mistake

I find it easier
To tell people these lies
I still call myself honest
Wonder if that makes me a liar

I find it easier to describe
The pretty way the lights danced inside her eyes
When I brought her something entirely unexpected
But I won't talk about the dark, gaping hole
In my heart,
When I realised that I wasn't worth a **** to her

I don't talk about things that affect me
If my face goes pallid
And someone asks me why
I'll tell them it's cause I didn't sleep
What I won't tell them
Is that half the night was spent
Wondering how I came to be
And the other, thinking about how repulsed I am by myself

I won't talk about the way
I flinch
Whenever someone touches me
I won't mention the fact that I was molested
By my best friend
But I'll sound close to tears as I describe
My sorry friend's case who didn't know what to do about it

There are some things
Which aren't any of your ******* business
But it's **** difficult
To keep everything to yourself
When you've got anonymity protecting you
And no shoulder
To cry upon