Sunday, January 31, 2016

Step in it

Find the thing you love the most 
Could it be the touch of a hand 
Or a memory from an old page 
Or your name drawn on sand 

Could it be your mother's voice 
From a time you can't quite remember 
Her kiss on your sweaty forehead 
After a game, one cold December 

Or is it the first time you held hands 
With someone who's still unknown 
And the gentle brush of his fingers 
Across your invisible frown 

Or could it be the last time when 
You saw his dark face in the light 
A kiss that destroyed all kisses 
As he disappeared that night 

Now take that thing you love the most 
And step on it, without a care 
And watch it destroy you piece by piece 
Go on, do it, I dare. 

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

When he left

When he left 
He took whatever little poetry was left in her. 

When he left 
He gave her not even the chance to say the final words 

When he left 
She stared at the blank wall and did not cry 

When he left, only she remained. 

Thursday, October 08, 2015


Hush, he said. 
You're just a child. 
Lost in this fog 
That's spreading wild. 

Come, he said. 
Let me hide you. 
From deceit, and misery 
And cold so blue. 

Sleep, he said. 
This Earth will know. 
That you need another life 
Where you can grow. 

Saturday, October 03, 2015


Maybe. Just maybe I should 
Learn to leave the people I love, alone. 
Then maybe. Just maybe one day 
They'll come looking, when I'm alone. 

Tuesday, September 29, 2015


You said it was like food. 
The words. The voice. 
The occasional whisper. 
And then, you went on a diet. 

Thursday, September 17, 2015

Show me

Show me one good reason to love 
Is it not but punishment 
For each time you let your self go 

Is it not the paved road to hell 
On which you rise, and fall 
Is it not a ticket to destruction

Is it not why you wake up with tears 
And don't know why 
You can't breathe, and yet aren't dead 

Show me one good reason to love 
And I'll show you darkness 
Surrounded by lights that fade eventually 

One day at a time

His taste, on her tongue 
Was like acid. 
Psychedelic and recurring. 
And with each kiss, 
The drug infused with her blood 
Till she couldn't think straight anymore.

It was what it was. 
Terse. Hellish. Permanent. 
Entwined between their drenched bodies 
Lay heaven and earth's dreams, 
And words that would never be spoken 
Till he raised her mouth to his again. 

Saturday, August 01, 2015

It's a good thing

It’s a good thing she didn’t believe in love
Or else she’d have never seen through
Those silly words, and those promises
That he kept making her.

It’s a good thing she knew when to walk
Away from that rainbow coloured bubble
That looked more beautiful than the Sunday sun
When she had her glasses on.

It’s a good thing, she reminded herself
That she took that ghastly painting back
The colours were all wrong, she had said
He didn’t disagree.

It’s a good thing that there were at least five
Unread books still lying on her shelf
And a few unseen films for those silent nights
That she loved so much.

It’s a good thing she didn’t believe in love
For when he would go offline for hours together
That terrible clenching feeling in her heart
Could be so deceptive.

It’s a good thing. Yes it is, she said twice
Imagine what this stupid heart could do to you
Break without warning, and make such a mess
It’s a good thing. Yes it is.