Always been cool, a cool head, and cooler heart
Easy to fool, Not to cruel, sometimes comes apart
Wall to wall, Often on call, A urban drug outlet

Covids breakin contracts, anarchy attracts, broken lights
Fights at night, fires in sight, moneys tight, famines in flight
Proletariat burn bright, Blue heart beats turn the crows quiet

I understand, so I know where to stand, and
salt the land, axe the clan, switch the plan
Iron and sand, tax the man, stitch over the pain

Woke up looking sideways
Time to get on the highway
Moving past my yesterday
No one to ask if I'm gonna stay
Wouldn't want it any other way
I have so little left in me to say
Woke up looking sideways
Pulled into different byways
One has my head in yesterday
The other took my soul to latterdays
Never given direction so I pave a driveway
I'll make the home where I can stay
Then watch ashes as I burn it anyway

It ain't easy to paint the sun
for someone who forgets
to water flowers in your heart

Those silent arguments in my head
Sometimes make me wish I was dead
My eyes all puffy and red
I just don't want to get out of bed
Is it normal to cry all night?
Enough to wish I lost my sight
In a ball, I clutch my blanket tight
Wanting to give up in this endless fight
All alone, out of sight
No one sees this side of me
No one hears my silent plea
My pleas to be free
My pleas to be me
~29/4/21

I've been staring at the word
"online"
under your contact name
for the past hour
its staring back at me
I'm desperately waiting for a reply
(nothing)
i let jealousy take me over
because I know you're texting her
instead of me.

Of all the loves in the history of the world, ours was a one that could not be.

Like a newborn child dying the moment it is born, like a flower dropping to the ground the moment it blooms, like a fire put off the moment it begins burning,

Our affections were robbed of a life!

But maybe that is why, this blank space, this nothingness would cherish our love...
Because out of all the loves that stood, ours stood out more.

It was not a smooth trail of ink that took the shape of letters.
It was a blot of ink, a gigantic one that could not take a form and yet left behind a stain for the world to remember-Of a love that stirred hearts only to put them to sleep!

“In a world that profits off your self-doubt, to love yourself is a rebellious act”