Knowing no-one, but looking, desperately needing connection Engine throbbing like a distant dance party in hell, resonating in every wall and steel plate, ladder, corridor Smell of hot ...
from a hundred feet away your heart begins to race, your fragile serenity takes flight your feet speed you on, better pic… no! don’t rush, that’s not how you…
When they can’t describe the feeling or the memory of a whole person, or a moment You held me to account, even when we were smashed you were sharp mate, and boy could we laugh, and shar...
I’ll always be near you but never to touch Always just beneath your feet Just never rolling in the grass Always somewhere in the walls
It might take a lifetime To learn What it took a lifetime to say It can’t happen any sooner the words won’t land, anyway
I died last night. A storm broke over me a wave, landslide mountainside
There it goes again, Sometimes? often? I wish I could talk with my neigh… I miss them, I ache, like I’m missing every little loss…
I held in my arms a precious jumbl… light as feathers, warm as sunset on eyelids, shapes of longing, love and grief each a memory of emptiness filled…
The tide comes in The tide goes out a dog lying in the sun stretches a… the universe sighs And moods and thoughts come and go…
Crying is such a powerful and simp… I think it’s probably raw love, a mineral from the deepest mine, I carry it, in my dirty bleeding h… scraped from the earth, far underg…
I visited your grave today I probably won’t come again I couldn’t find you there neither was I, really. Just your name and rank.
From a hundred feet away, your hea… As fear and longing intertwine in… Should you rush forth or hold back… The calm you seek vanishes without… You shrink within, your breath you…
Sadness is a poem Our hearts write to us over a lifetime Watching and Hoping we’ll stop ru… And finally sit down for a proper…
Is melancholy a sadness for the lo… I think I won’t come this way aga… For the smiles, the joy and laught… I won’t come this way again If I look one more time
Narcissus grew to hate the touch of breeze on his forgott… or the warmth of sunshine on his f… the wind rippled his perfect mirro… annoyance irritation.