Soot darkened ***** drizzled damp sandstone
    grey like depression.
Dull ochre leaves squelch wetly under foot
    rotting and foetid.

Scaffolding covers faded elegance
    dims its fame.
Water trickles down umbrellas, hats and
    drenched clothes

Cars spraying water over the pavement
    saturates pedestrians:
soaked blue jeans stick to frozen legs,
    soggy like a graveside.

Greasy spoon tipsy waitress swerves
    spilled tea;
cracked cups, saucers and sweet generic cake
    disappoints.

Stove radiates a red smoky welcome
    like a warmed bed.
Crafted draught pints served foamy and savoured
    sparkling and bitter.

Locals drink, eat, play board games and throw darts,
    laugh at the rain.
I read poetry books to my girlfriend
    by the snug fire.

Buxton will bloom, golden again
      when summer comes,
its octagonal pavilion teem
    with street bustling life.

In the quiet corners of my mind,  
Whispers of love and loss entwined.  
A heart that beats with silent screams,  
Chasing shadows in fractured dreams,

Eyes that see but seldom show,  
The battles fought, the undertow.  
A smile that masks the storm inside,  
Where fears and hopes in darkness bide,

Yet in this maze of tangled thought,  
A flicker of light, a lesson taught.  
That even in the deepest night,  
The soul can find its way to light,

So here I stand, a paradox,  
A fragile heart, a sturdy ox.  
Embracing all that I’ve become,  
A symphony of all and none.

Soon season's truth
cruelly lingers, looms,
moves to darken daylit view;
as dusk encroaches, colors move,
hues reduced and trees left mute.

You cannot wish
or want or choose
wildflowers too
wont wilt where grew
as if futilely doomed
once winter wounds
will chill to ruin,
beauty we lose
illuminated only by
a cold white moon.

For springtime comes
and i swear to you
no matter what we knew
or became so used to
amidst the weeds
our heirloom seeds
still bloom anew–
if only wait,
I'll prove to you.

Time flies so fast you won't even think
You could go from 5 to 16 in a blink.

Wasted all my childhood years being big and brave,
Didn't realize how much it would cure the pain.

Spent all of my teenage years worrying and remembering,
Ended up regretting the choice I had made.

Give me one more day, to go back and be brave
I promise I won't waste that day being miserable and hide
in my cave.