Friday, 15 April 2016


Remember those moments when we could not stay away
Like two meant-to-be magnets stuck together every day

We were so broken
We were so lost
But together we managed to overcome the costs
of a lifetime of never being one
until that moment when our hearts became undone

Peelings away the layers
Getting to the skin
Until our very souls became enmeshed the way its always been
How so many moments, like a rainfall of gold coins
Could suddenly melt away like we were never enjoined

Remember those moments when we laughed under the rain
But the muscles, they remember, reliving it again

Wednesday, 13 April 2016


They've moved on
These emblems of a stony path
A foot high pile of leaves
Autumn, I'm not sure why it it stays
When skies are brimming with Spring's song
A crunching quiet of oranges browns
As I stand beneath this barren tree
With hands that once held yours in my pockets
How many times have we traced these lines
Journeys of moments upon our palms
The infinitesimal grooves at our fingertips
Imprinting upon the seams of a thousand lives
Goodbye songs and goodbye sighs
A word that could never be spoken
Goodbye memories, goodbye my trees
Goodbye this heart that is broken

Sunday, 10 April 2016



His heart

Was something that I was pretty certain of

It was solid, strong

And most of all gold¹
¹Gold alone or pure gold does not combine easily with oxygen so it stays shiny, it does not rust nor tarnish, again, that is pure gold. In jewelry, it is rare to find a piece that contains only the pure gold element.

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You would think, however

That something so pure

Would be true

But there lies the dichotomy

Truth is not always pure

So what was the lie?

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Love can either be pure

Or love can be true

We test

If it can be both

or not

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Take one girl and one boy

They are soulmates

Make them sad

Then add the two together in one vessel

Shake vigorously

Monitor temperature

If as expected the temperature has risen to 1111°C² 

Then it is love

Now add pressure and observe for variables truth and purity

² When first erupted from a volcanic vent, lava is a liquid at temperatures from 700 to 1,200 °C (1,292 to 2,192 °F).

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³ Could not be completed/measured as temperature rose to such extent that the universe exploded.

Thursday, 7 April 2016

when sometimes I hear his voice

Ugh lemon tea
(why do you keep insisting
that I drink lemon tea when you know that I don't like it? can you not respect my feelings
my own preferences and dislikes and stop forcing me)
and that awkward quiet silence begins as we hold our feelings slayed
apart and wounded and waiting for the other
I have tried and am trying and still try my best
but I still wake up everyday a mess
can you not understand
I am so many ways of lost, girl, 
We will always have each other matter what
(conditions may apply)
I can't keep holding  up my weight and yours
I can't
Just eat your cracker
(the cracks just keep spreading and widening and soon
this will all fall down
London Bridge? No, darling, 
I'm sorry but
Okay no buts
Sorry for ranting but how is it insanely possible to
(prepare for explosion, 10 9 8 7)
I just can't keep doing this
You know he has really great timing by the way
(6 5 4 3)
I'm going to miss you
(2 1)
Me too

Wednesday, 6 April 2016

return to sender

It is on cold days when everything is gray
and when skeleton fingers of barren trees
branch out against the sky starkly
on cold days bereft of any light and warmth
when the wind runs past
leaving everything behind
which remind me of those days long gone
cold days that were warm days
for all the fire deep inside my soul
the miles I trod, the hours I'd walk
the broken slamming doors I'd escape
to meet you and give you one word of love

The little scraps of hope I saved up on
and bundled up in packets with pretty red bows
happily collecting moments of joy
in a world so dark and empty and lost
I'd leave them on your pillow
for when you would awaken
I'd leave them in your pockets
for those moments you would reach for
your own trinkets of loneliness
to light up your darkness in a fog of death
I'd leave them in your inbox
thinking a word of love might do some good

It is on cold days like now when all I have left
are odds and slips of ribbon reminding me
of the moments I gave away all the love
and thought by licking the envelope that
I too was getting a taste of it even as it was gone

Tuesday, 5 April 2016


you think the only relationship that you ended was the one between you and i
you could never possibly know the infinite ways that every other line has severed no the many doors that shut the many ways everyone else failed  the portals of voices saying i dont care saying i dont want to listen to your sadness or i dont want to be infected by your brokenness no a brokenness that keeps getting broken because seeing me broken it doesn't matter if i crack just a little more so they keep bumping into me with laughter and  fake moments of hilarity or worse dumping galaxies of cold disregard saying run along when i am emotionally dismembered or turning blind eyes to me lying in pools of pain but i keep smiling  and  pretending  along with these people who pretend to be friends  never letting them know the many ways they have broken  me as  well  but if  i ever needed  to know  that   i   never  had  anyone  else  it  is  all  thanks  to  you  who  dropped  me  thinking  i  had  others  who  would  catch