with lips flushed pink he exhales
into his woolen scarf, a stream of
doubts and insecurities no one but
the wind can hear

softly and slowly like
the flurries of snow passing
through each december morning,
he inhales a new beginning

no trace of what is left behind
it is only the cold winter breeze
resting against his fingertips
leading him back to comfort

calling him back home

the cold breeze crawls against his skin
powerful enough to give him goosebumps
but not the kind he's been searching

he treks against the snow, hurriedly
as if time is passing by too fast
and he's afraid he might fall behind

his constant worries trail him
like an unwanted game of hide and go seek
except he is always being found

he longs for the sun, an image
destroyed by the constant winters
that ceaselessly plague his mind

but he doesn't need to hunt for
what he already has in
the palm of his hand

all he must do is wait
for the snow to melt
and spring to come again

where i will welcome him
with open arms, like the ones
he so desperately yearned for

what is the world
    when it is without you,
what is the world
    when you are not here?

what is an ocean
    without its' inhabitants,
what is it to live
    without having feared?

what is today
   without the sunshine,
what is tomorrow
   without the pouring rain?

what is happiness
    without laughter
what is sadness
    without any pain?

i hope you can tell me
           i hope you somehow know,
what is the world
     when it is without you?

i am looking for answers to
questions i can't seem to let go

Dear Daddy,
Do you know what these men say to me?

With their
eyes and their mouths
when I walk on the street.

With a grin and a nod
and a look up and down.
A wink and a kiss
and a cat call heard from downtown.

With my skirt short
and my top
low,
It’s a cold world daddy
and no
doesn’t mean no.

Daddy do you know
how these men look at me?

Like I’m a piece of meat
strutting down the street?
With my head buds in
and my favorite song on.

I’m asking for it Daddy,
I’m in the wrong.

Do you know how it feels
not to wear what I like?

To walk a little faster
when I’m alone at night?

Daddy the world is my predator
and I am it's doe,
Daddy what happens
when I can’t say no?

her lips are like honey
but she is sweeter
than nectar and
thicker than molasses

they taste her with
the tips of their tongues
yet they do not swallow
anything

her hair is black
but she is darker than
the night when the sky
is still and the stars have
gone to sleep

they search for
something they cannot find
lost in the fragile
strands of her tresses

her eyes are like bronze
medallions glimmering
in the sunlight shown
to many to say: 'i did it.
please remember me.'

when she smiles they
curve like the crescent
moon when it is eight
in the evening and the
sun bids goodbye

she is the mystery and
she is the detective
hired to solve all the problems
everyone else encounters
around her

she is the question and
she is the answer

she is

would you believe me
if i told you
that you are the universe
in which i live in,
the air in which i breathe,
the land on which i walk?

would you shake your head
in disagreement
if i mentioned how
your smile acts as my sun,
your voice a melody
that lingers in my favourite songs,
your eyes as lambent
as the beautiful
night moon?

would you think of me
in the far future
on quiet evenings by the windowsill
as you reminisce the times
we spent together,
the memories i replay constantly
in my mind,
of days i wish will never die?

would you?

i hope you do.
i hope you do.