​I watched the waves of cement 

Crash against the shore

While the manilla sunset

Raged towards its destination


I watched for what seemed like hours


Thought that if I squinted my eyes

Hard enough I could 

Capture the flame 

And keep it for my own 


The flame can’t be so easily tamed


It demands sacrifice 

Of the most penultimate

Resource known to mankind




Fucking, time.


Take it

Take it all


I want to feel something for a change

I want to feel something deeply


When the warmth from a thousand splendid suns

Finally reaches me

I wanna welcome it with a smile

Saying, “I’ve been expecting you, my darling”


I want to upset someone

For no good reason


I want to howl against the moon for shining too bright 


I want to pour myself into a glass

Have me shaken, not stirred

And gulped down so I can find refuge in someone’s belly


I want to make someone feel something for a change 

I want them to feel something deeply


I want to dissipate from denial

Into anger

Edge around bargaining

Until acceptance is never found


Float up into tiny spaces

Sting eyes, and nose and lips and all

Starry eyes and runny noses


My friend told me she hates the beach

It’s vastness makes her feel she isn’t enough 

I don’t even bat my eyes when I retort back,


“I never feel enough”


My Hands

My hands

Are stained

By your deep colour


My hands

They burn

From the flames that glow in you


My hands

Are healed

By the foaming waves that twist and turn in your belly


My hands

Are damp

When they slip around on your palms


My hands

Are restless

So they tip toe upon your naked bossom


My hands

They itch

To draw something new upon your canvas


My hands 

Are battered

Fresh against your war torn fists


My hands

Are curious

They ask questions to the answers they think they already know


Your hands

Are open

Patiently spilling out thought after thought 


My hands 

Were forgotten

Discarded like a book that has been read too much


My hands 

Aren’t my hands any anymore

They ceased to bring out the beauty of the moon anymore


My hands 

Have broken their silence

For in the space between us


They have found a new home

We Exist

Today is the tomorrow we were promised yesterday

Today has come and gone

And our inability to stand up against unrighteousness 

Has been taken advantage of


We’re to blame

If we silently watch

Atrocities being acted out

And don’t speak up


So speak up.


We will disappear

Into nothing

But the words we speak

Will rage on for eons


So say something beautiful

And change the world we live in


We won’t be

We can’t be


And we won’t go quietly 


Let the walls

Shudder from our chants

When we come together and proclaim

‘We exist’


Let the wolves of the midnight hour

Howl in unison

As our chant grows louder

‘We exist’


Let the foaming seas

Change the course of their tides

As we fill the air with our chants

We exist

Veins of Teal

Once there was a girl

With hair that flowed

Like the teal river of zeelandia


The valley of unrest 

Is where she goes

For the silence is a blessing

And solitude she seeks


The forest calls out to her

Echos words not discernable

To none, save the ones paying heed


She listens, but pays no heed

And spends her travel decrypting

The songs of the forest


For she too wants to dance 

In the moonlight like the flowers

She too wants to shine like the water

Under the gaze of the stars, which lead her on


Her limbs are coated in a sheen of sweat

And dust 

A testament to the distance she’s covered


The valley

Stretches out to the horizon itself

And she gazes over it hungrily

She has arrived


The valley is still

Where time appears to have stopped

And the wind doesn’t thow her tresses into a mess


A pool of water

Its shade deepest of blues

Is where she washes her weary limbs

And tired mind


Her tiny feet

Walk past trees

That seem to move without any sound


Her dusty hands

Clutch rock after rock

In her pursuit to climb 

To the top of the cliff


She arises amongst clouds

And cautiously walks to the edge

Of the highest peak of the valley


A bunch of lillies adorn a rock

Covered in veins of moss

She bends forward, and breathes in deep

And fills her lungs with the scent of ol’ perfume


She sighs


A sigh


Which echos




The valley


Drumming her hands against her thighs

While bobbing her head

She sings softly into the valley

Where no other sound is heard


Once there was a girl

Who sung the songs of the forest

Whose meaning eluded her no more

Away Away She Flies

Away away she flies

Atop the ship’s mast

Singing away her sorrow

Her words lost in the wind


Her tears glisten

In the moonlight

Her heart years

For her motherland


Waves crash upon the shore

Bathing the rocks with foam

A gale of wind, from the west

Blows away a young man’s hat


She keeps an eye upon the horizon

A single cloud adorns it

The smell of sea salt,

And fishes fresh


The ship sails away

But she has eyes only for one

She searches but sees naught

She longs for him


Tears adorn her face

Her spirit remains maimed

But her eyes shine brighter

Than any star ever would


Humming deeply

She turns her back against the shore

Her tiny hands, clap softly

To the rhythm of the sea


Away away she flies

Atop the ship’s mast

Singing away her spirit

Her words carried by the wind


​I’m sitting here

And I don’t know if

I’m actually sitting 



So don’t 

Just don’t 


I know the words

You’ll say

I have them memorised


But something’s off


Something is missing

It’s on the tip of my tongue


A snap of my fingers

And it’ll come to me


What’s going to happen



Now that we know

What we wanted

Isn’t going to happen




Did you really want them to happen?


It’s okay


You don’t have to lie to me


You have finally

Found the courage 

To speak your mind


So speak

Just speak


Bang your fists

On the marble

And speak through the swelling tears

Cause I’m cold


So cold


I’m cold for you

But oh, so warm

Get it?


It’s okay

You don’t have to


I can live with that




You can paint yourself


With all your lies


Let it eat you up

From the inside



Cause I feel it

I feel the loss


I am at a loss

Of words


Talking about it convulates 


muddling the pool

Where I’m just trying to sink


So don’t 

Just don’t. 


​Through unspeakable terrain

And a journey so remarkable 

The beetle finds himself 

Land upon the windowsill

                                                 upon its back


Its spindly legs

Frail about frantically 

Trying to correct the world

At least from its perspective 


The beetle is greeted

With an occupant of the



Its a spider

Slowly it descends


Quickly it pounces

On the beetle


Spinning web upon the

Beetle’s spindly legs


While the beetle

On its back

Tries frantically to escape,

Eluding the spider





From my desk


As these events unfold


And ponder on the dilemma I’m presented


If I watch and not act

I condemn the beetle

To death


For if I aid the beetle

In its escape

And the spider starves

Another day


In chess, it’s called Zugzwang

When the only viable move

Is not to move at all


And as long as you don’t make a decision

Everything is possible