crash

the mome raths outgrabe so many dazed, like it makes up, for how you actually had me razed, erasing me, while you set up on stage: you live without menace though, so that makes every mistake okay, like my essence wasn’t crescent enough, detached from real life, pretend cos play, game, set, match; forty-love, forwards, […]

rehab

all mimsy were the borogroves a divine spark the moon sings out a cloudy dee knew all along that disorder that border that personality would damage me declining aligns with certain lines see a melting pot of gold intra-twined ropes twinned souls emotional chemistry bodies too cold to mention don’t have the energy irony of […]

clam

I write so I can see through the night I sail to find oceans in my dreams But all I can reveal is the notion you’re not real I wish I could tell your story if only with a kiss it was sealed it was never the touch of your skin which caused commotion beyond […]

pip

I have fallen from instinctive grace, a lame excuse for shameful games, fame is your trophy I lay slain, vied myself between fury and fortitude distinctions cut with unconditional magnitude the only solitude I wished for was inside your arms heart beats in situ I remember your eyes were my i’s how are you today is […]

enough

​I used to rose petal you with poetry Peachy words filled with love and integrity Pepper your edges with perfect pieces of personality Originality, hallowed protection and civility; Regardless of how much I selflessly give I am an essence you no longer wish to receive; A purity diluted with fluted belief It revolves around you […]

moving on

​You’ve got me inside your skin. An angelic hymn. Something you’ve always thought, wasn’t even him. Chances were slim, compressing. Destined mentions. Long windows of time. Blurred vision, double lines. I remember your face behind the curtains, blue as an inky sky. Faded starry nights, trying to find your self in deluded plans. And you […]

open eyes

I wonder what it would be like, to sit out and delete, sit out and delete; cruel memories concepted, in the darkness of conceit, echoes manifesting, sick voices in my sleep, collected impressions, more than skin deep, familiar neglect and insistent disbelief, stolen innocence by a demon thief. I wonder what it would be like, […]