There lies a wooden cabin Just big enough for one With a garden full of every colour… Growing softly, surely in the dark… With a pond to one side

Ice cold Nice cold, Frosty breath Chilling death. Burning flame

Oh, miserable love And beloved misery What is the meaning of it all? Why do I feel the cold sting of m… And the warm embrace of twisted wr…

You can’t see me My eyes are closed So you can’t look into them Besides, your eyes are closed too. You can’t touch me

He is lost Alone Is he dead? Is he alive? Trembling hands

Raging rivers of hurt Ending in Cascading waterfalls of sorrow That crash into A deep, dark lake of responsibilit…

The smile hides the tears The laugh conceals the pain The jokes save them from his suffe… “I’m fine” he says “I’m okay” he says

center WILL HE JUMP? HE STANDS THERE WAITING

Tossing and turning in bed Whilst dark thoughts crawl in my h… Finding it impossible to fall asle… As the madness begins to creep Like a serpent slithering

I hate smiling, Because it’s always fake. I hate laughing, Because it’s always empty. I hate this heart,

Fade away We all fade away We suffer In silence And the world likes it that way

Writing poetry at 4 am Is not as romantic as the poets sa… It is not with love I write Or hatred It is neither

What is the most painful word? Is it hate? That abject raging emotion that… Hate can be fulfilled, one way or… Or maybe it’s sadness?