With a flip of the wrist
there’s a song
directing you on a time warp,
back to the time you fell in love
with the girl of your dreams,
or so she was at the time.
With every turn of the dial
there she is
and yet, there you are
It only lasts 3 minutes
but it’s the one
that crawls under your skin
late at night
when you’re all alone,
when thoughts run in c...
Thursday 31st March 2022 8:14 pm
Or is he more equipped to express his feelings?
Does he feel more intensely?
Do his feelings ring more true, is he more in tuned?
Are his emotions more volatile?
Do you have to struggle in order to be a poet, to experience life through a different lens?
Or does every man go through turmoil, turn it around to see it’s purpose to the end?
Does every man live in someone else’s foo...
Monday 14th March 2022 4:45 am
The current running to meet the sea-
does it stop midway to ponder its existence,
to debate whether it should or if it belongs
to the sea at all? No, it does not. It flows
where gravity takes it, where nature pulls
and it just knows where to go.
And so, I stop to wonder-
is nature pulling us or do you possess
a magnificent force pulling me in
to the deepest sea without a way to...
Wednesday 9th March 2022 3:53 pm
There’s no easy way to say this;
there’s no way of keeping it in.
It builds inside of me,
telling me to set it free.
It’s begging for attention;
it’s scrapping up my knees.
It’s knocking louder and louder;
it’s banging down the front door.
What is it, you ask?
Well, where do I begin?
Do you have a chair to pull up?
Grab a glass of water
and a box of tissues, too.
I have a...
Tuesday 8th March 2022 3:14 pm
The way I hide away,
to remove myself, from myself,
from my other self,
the one that overthinks,
to remain in motion,
without hindrance or hesitation,
because she doesn’t want to
think of how disorganized,
an absolute wreck, she is
trying to keep it all together.
She exhausts herself; gives
too much to others until
burnout. She keeps up with
Monday 28th February 2022 4:05 am
I used to dream of the sea,
of lonely nights,
the ones of you and me
staying up late
through all hours of the night
planning what we’d do
if we were in the same room
I don’t dream of that anymore
for when I’m in need
I turn you on
and there you are
reckoning every nerve
in this delicate body
I recall your words whispering in my ear
for hours on end
turning pages de...
Sunday 27th February 2022 5:18 am