My Dear

And all ye who come and stay,
The muse that parts at bay,
This lint of cloth away
Could never pour my heart away,
In an ocean of tears I obey,
This lasting word I come to say: Read More

Beloved Hatred

She slaps to the left, to the right,
My love here is not worth the fight,
Mine hour in public is come for new,
In my glowed eyes her eye follows
Whilst one pitied and one in scorn,
Every day of life was reborn.
Echoes from the club were music,
Mine heart fused to beat off the wick
Ere light aflame my face how spat
Brought her arms on my neck now sat
By stronger force no man to defy that,
She offered tender words my true self, Read More

2D World

Rabbits sing through the lakes,
The signs are clear but none awake,
There’s a girl who’s still slamming,
My heart is wooden to that she damns,
Lock me in a room with god to judge,
But only I can stoop to nudge,
She wants roses to eat, thorns to scar,
She wants a knife to bleed, one too far,
Through a maze of veins ere they close,
She’ll mix a cup in time for daily dose, Read More

Wholesome Path

Across the room there were no curtains, not even a door. There were no lights, no windows, no bed nor a chair. Within the room there was the world that produced the world she bears. Who stands before a mirror how numb she is. More the world outside the mirror was still and void; more the world outside the room was so dark and cold. Here before the mirror visions of pain and remorse seeped through the walls that no flower could never grow. A salty sea would wash her away into the essence of that so painful. To and fro the seas descend into the room and traverse her into the most painful – no light to light her past for all to see, only to feel.

This mirror ere bespoke still stands, however long the waves crash, however strong the winds will tear her away. She still lives, still to see her walking through the waves. Every memory passes through each wave and shifts through day and night, not that it would matter where she was; no one would hear her; no one would see her. These memories that come to life with each breath, that with each breath her scars return; however mortal she is, her memories will remain immortal. Read More

Silent echo

I see within the dark a road,
Is but not a road,
A path that takes me hence from here,
Is but not in the slightest near,
I will fight to reach where I desire,
Take care yond of fire,
But it is not that I am sure to take,
For this was never fake,
But it is not that I am unable to take,
Who seeks which to take, but will you?
Shall I in fear be ought not to break,
Don’t you never brake. Read More

Unsung thorn

In the distance where the clouds rose,
I saw a rose where grew in wonder,
Calling me steady as I tear apart,
There’s a girl calling me away;
Then sought are more to forget,
How soon I shall never collect,
None the words than to spell
A restful plea in honour’s wait,
Reached before the light she waits,
Saw me again for my attempt,
Then asked that I stop and live,
I will not die as much as she,
A rose here is only to grow again,
I’ll water another for thee,
No more my hand to bleed,
A rose once I knew is freed,
The thorn long I scorn is gone,
My words to miss you dearest are done.

Chained to stone 

It was long before like none,
Since then she’s moved away,
Since then I threw the chain,
The chain clasped within my heart.

How slow I turn to show the tale,
The tale that moves me closer,
The tale that seals the chain,
The chain whereat am locked. Read More