Poetry, Uncategorized


Faded marks of existence

occupy this, once upon a time, home.

Walls scrape their edges

as you sit here tearing at your skin.

Your rotten mind holds thoughts

and this house cherishes all its memories.

Dear love, run from these monsters you've come to know

before the hourglass runs out of time to give you.

Continue reading “Monsters”



Let glow,
the light from withing you,
should paint that ugly dull heart of yours
bright red
Like all your beautiful, cheap dresses you’ve fallen in love with.

With their colours, should your heart match.
Match not, with their worth please.



We’re lose ends; you and me

conjoining sights over cold coffee

mugs, in areas not a lot can see.

This isn’t the place to be

but the hell in me

adores this no end tyranny

of baseless conversations

and unconscious memorization

of the number of freckles on your left cheek.

Your body, strong yet meek

has learned to seek


in the smoked tiles of a thirty year old cafe.


I know ballet

didn’t work for you.

Blue was my color not yours

And the moon

had been unsparingly mystical

that night.

Yet how is it that nothing

seemed brighter than you

as you danced across the open air stage.

Your moves typical,

yet unpredictable.

dressed traditional

and in your mininmal

efforts into each


of the violin

made me run

out of air to breathe…


Slowly, unhurriedly, bit by bit

and then all at once,

I became yours.