I ran to the shore, for your embrace

You washed over me, an icy hug from you

You make me feel welcome

No matter the sand, or the sun.


Creating The Storm

Mess with the trees and you raise a storm

Tall, dark, swirling

One whoosh and push you to the ground

Leaves blow, the widows woe

The death comes creeping through the window

No matter the age, the storms will rage

Knocking at your door, knowing what you hold

Carry in your arms, your precious life

Death will come for all, make sure you know when its your call.

You Can Love

You are not meant for adoring anyone, nor are you known for lust

You are not meant for average love, the love that others share

Yours is meant for greatness, beyond

A love to move mountains, to create storms

You can love

No matter the heartbreaks, no matter the let downs

You can love the love they speak of in romance

To the moon and back, something which is divine

You can love with the intensity of your core

Resonating through your entire sense of being

To the last shred of life, to the last heart beat.

That is the love you can love

Not the meagre adoration that others share

Its okay if you lose, the loss is greater on their side too

Like sea you engulf, like sky you overwhelm

Your love is immortal, your love is infinite

Its love they will never know, who don’t see beyond the body.

Your love isn’t lust, its something pure.

Its not known, but it has been heard of

Its a cure for pain, its an antidote.

I would love to love, this love you show

for there is none better than you who can love.

Selfish People 

Try as you may, you can never satisfy the sin

Which lives in the heart, deep below in the grove

They dive in the ocean of your sanctity

Plunge the knife, deep. 

It never ends,  the giving and sharing 

Until you are out of both. 

Then they walk on, prey on other souls. 

No I don’t want to say 

No I don’t want to share about my day 

It’s mine, and I own it. 


It’s silly and I know it,

Have always known in my fist sized heart

That it’s not right,  something is not right

And when I look over my shoulder, I see the same mistakes strewn over the path

The path I carelessly walked on, tearing flowers from the left and throwing them on the other side

I knew it wasn’t right, something wasn’t quite okay inside me

Was it a disease?

I am Foolish, I know.

But so are you,  reading my muses which may not even be true.

It’s in my head, I don’t know what to think

It’s a blur.

Its A Phase

They said it will pass, that it will be okay

Its a phase, they said,

I listened, I waited, I hoped, I dreamt

For it to pass away but did it?


The phase stayed, it stayed like a lazy cat

Purring by my side, eroding my mind, infiltrating my senses

It was a phase which was here to stay.

Creepy Titles

I write and I write and I write and I write

As people keeping dying and dying some more

It doesn’t make a difference anymore, I don’t feel okay

Words and catharsis have long given up on me

Its all pointless, this life in a box

I want to go home, but where is home?

They are selling it, the last I heard

Gathering dust, that house

Fading wallpapers, ones I chose so lovingly

Fading memories, on sale now.

But its all fine, I have creepy titles for my dank poetry

To make me feel better, that life is sunny again

And so I write, I type, I puke it out

And they think its art.