A Cautionary Tale Be careful of the things You say at 1 am When the quiet of the night Becomes unbearable And you try to drown The silence with a confession. Your heart on your throat – Beating, beating, beating Like the drum of an impending war. And it is war, What is happening inside … More A Cautionary Tale
Sometimes there are things you want to say
And you’re all but bursting with it, like a child
Running outside into the rain, happy and carefree … More In Remembrance
I want to say something profound.
“we’re only ever certain of uncertainties”?
Or would that be too deep,
hitting too close to home? … More A Litany Before Goodbye
I’ve woven our story in the stars If I could I will keep it in a jar But there is nothing I can call ours Except from the tears and the scars
I stopped wondering what we are The moment you closed the gap Between question mark and full stop
Looking into your eyes is descending into chaos Of lost dreams and forgotten yearnings You look at me as if I am a mirage Who will vanish as you step closer Can I blame you though when it was me Who cut off the road to all the maybes?
You and I have seen it coming But you still tremble in fear With the very thought of dying Of letting go something dear You say we have to stay the same Stay where we are, stay as we are You put too much trust in the now And I want to discard all but … More We are Supernovas Waiting to Happen
I have a peculiar way of defining freedom
It is more than casting invisible chains off
Or retreating to my reclusive realm … More Between Now and Distant Memory
You plan to fill empty spaces With stories crawling out of your soul They are damned but beautiful, and wildly defiant Pouring out in torrents they claim territories Inch by little inch, they grow out of obscurity They paint vignettes of abandoned dreams Dashed hopes and trampled yearnings Lost love and tragic endings A past … More Immortalized
I pursue happiness like a moon trailing the sun as it sinks and rises to the other side of the earth, desperately, hopelessly. I catch a glimpse, now and then, of its blinding light from afar. But its warmth slips past my fingertips before I can even realise what it means to escape from the … More Luna