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i'm tired
of keeping everything
inside

tired eyes
fingers
tapping
typing

a train
rattling the window panes
he swears
the vibration
makes the cracks
get wider

a drag
of greyness
heavy
taking life
out of his lungs

an empty page
the key of his type writer
held down
all at once

confused
rain
splattering
what's wrong with the sky
when it's blue

grinding
the joint
a bird's call
making him miss
his cat

he longs for turmoil
he longs for piece
he gets neither

The cushions
On my sofa
Were still warm
From your hands
After you left

If I am afraid
When you say that you love me
Then why I am I afraid when I think
That you don't?

His lies hide with him
Underneath the shadow
Of the moon

Is the sky
The definition of empty
Blue
Heavy
With white clouds
Waiting to break
At my feet

****  
Don't look so surprised
**** **** ****
The words you say
A dozen times a day
Surprises you
When the fall out of my mouth
Staining my lips
Dark red

Disbelief
This isn't anything you have done
I have a dark conscience
I'm not only
Good and Kind
Loving
Gentle and sweet
Nice
Polite and confined

****
The word you barely notice
Explodes
When it comes from me
Try shove it back
Down my throat
With disappointment
Heavy
In your eyes
Did I ever
Do that to you?

Cover my eyes
Don't let me see
The things I already have
Try protect me
Save my innocence
My fragility
It's too late
I still breathe
And I will
Utter
Every word
Into the softness
Of my pillow
If I have to

You say
I'm being difficult
Was being nice
Too easy for you
What you expected
Too easy to be shattered

You thought
That only whiteness
Was me
I'm sorry
For not being sorry
Anymore

I will lead you on
Without even realizing it
And by then
It will be too late
To do anything

the sunlight
ignites your eyes
and the only thing that i can do
is look away

if only we could be
as fair as the moon
in it's absence

Daisy Buchanan
Once said
That there was nothing better
A girl could be in this world
Than a beautiful
Fool

When I smile
With flowers in my hair
And innocence
Pooled with naivety
In my eyes

I hate myself

i had to scrub
the initials of your name
off of my skin
but it stayed
scarred on my heart
even after the redness
had faded away

my god

what

i don't

know

anyone

by

that name

he's in the sky

block my ears

he's in the sea

tired of your lies

he's in me

he's in you

you can't make up

your mind

can you?

evil

good

afraid

brave

you only know

the words

that seem to
make sense

but never do

she had eyes that could drown a man
eyes beautiful
and sad
burnt from staring at the stars
for too long

they couldn't look away
the ones that followed her
into the deepest depths
of all the shallow seas

she had lips that were red
and full
leaving them mesmerized
by the begging
that they presumed
weighed down her softly
spoken words

they would open the dictionary
of their mother-tongue
to see what she had to say
and it made her sad
and beautiful
at the same time

the bareness of your hands
white
like winter
stand out in the summer

just take me

sometimes i can breathe
in the dead of night
without you
beside me
and it makes me feel
so proud

all the reasons
for our feelings
are blown away

by the wind
carried by the stars

stirring
dying leaves

but our feelings
never seem to leave

there are thunderstorms
and rain

i swear i can hear
the jasmine
opening under my window

there is the roar of the ocean
a hundred instruments in harmony
only one

your voice is still my
favourite sound

It is infinite
The way we breathe and feel
Undefined
But inescapable

Hold out eight fingers
To trace the outline
Of my ribs
Fall on your side

The universe is
A mystery to you

But it’s far too small
For me

I do not believe in words
Running away
And painting a picture of
Yellow and Sunday smiles

I do not want to read the words
Defining a photograph
I feel that I must know
What they say already

I am looking everywhere
For the words that will save me '
With their silence
But I cannot bare to read
Any longer

You had me
At hello
And I thought that I would have you
At good bye
Otherwise
I would have never made you leave

eventually,
we will all stop writing poetry
because everything we write
becomes true
and our pens don't stop bleeding

i have run out of words
to say

You are wind
And the colour grey
You are a composition played on a piano

A cloud
A drop of rain
A torrent
A ray of sunshine
Your shadow

You are the azure sky
A millimetre of the ocean.

You are thunder and lightning
Racing in your effort to catch light with sound
And sound with light
When the echo drags out too long

You are winter
And you are spring

Nothing and everything
A contrast
And a similarity
You are the opposite of me
But the same as me

Hold the stars
Against my lips
Whisper how everything is ending
How everything is an infinity

Touch me
With your warm hands
Make me shiver
From the cold

You are a symphony
And you are silence

We are infinite
We are saying good bye

we were answers once
but then we left
and became questions

he blew a kiss to me
across the garden
I thought that I felt it land on my cheek
but it must have landed on
the sunset instead

The stars were beautiful that night

you are everything
that i cannot count
on my fingers

She woke up
Not in the morning
Not in the middle of the night

She woke up
Not with a fright
And not in tears

She woke up
Not with him
Not alone

She woke up
To silence
And sound

Hum a song for her
Murmur
Against her neck
Feel her pulse
Slow

Catch her ribs
Against yours
Darling
Trace them
Until they stay

Don’t let the sounds
Slipping through the lips
You kiss
So hungrily
Starving and
Sated
Roughly
Gently
Get away

They are not
A part of your dream
Cover her eyes
Before she moves
Again
Don’t let her
Let the light in

smother me
with the sadness
in your eyes

grey and heavy
like the words
i can't stop
from falling out

feathers
hide in my lungs
bright scarlet
and i
can't let them come out
and reassure you

take my wrist
trace my eyes
i'm tired
of your lies

sometimes
I love you

and sometimes
I am too afraid
to

does that mean
that I don't?