Thursday, 30 June 2016


You have an itch.

Somewhere, deep down inside, it is there.

It creeps. It gnaws. It bites.

Somewhere, under your anxieties and fears, I am there.

Impatiently waiting.

Tuesday, 28 June 2016

Play On

Before I met you, my highs were too high and my lows were too low.

I was stressed, alone, and ready to snap.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't seem to get anything right.

And then you came along.

You put me back out into the world 
like a freshly tuned guitar
and said "play on."


It starts
As it runs across your face

But soon
And abrupt
Laughter makes its great escape

Monday, 27 June 2016


Sent, seen, and no response
A twisted kind of pain
Like screaming at the empty sky
Begging for rain.


She walked into the room, and she was beautiful.
She moved to her seat, and she was beautiful.
She just sat there quietly. Beautifully.

And worst of all, she didn't seem to know.

She walked back out of the room, taunting us.
She walked back into the room, in that beautiful way that beautiful people do.

But none of it was fair.

Because her beauty wasn't ordinary. It was unfair. It was broken.
She was the perfectly crafted meal in that fast food commercial.
She was the combination of rain and light that we see as a rainbow.
The promise that one day, everything will be okay.

No, nothing about this perfect girl was perfect.

Because when she walked back into the room,
The only one who didn't think she was beautiful was her.