To Be Kind

How can one, With the mood of salt Be the one, To keep a steady thought How can I Be bold as ice. When different times, I freeze my eyes. My tears in winter, The ridge between us. And yet I am, The wisest height. How can I, Whose lost with fright, Be the one,…

In Your Embrace

In your embrace, I am lovely. A speck of dust, Would hardly touch me. In your embrace, I am worthy. The crusted diamonds, They look to me. In your embrace, I am happy. For longer  moments, You laugh with me. In your embrace, I am held. As a part of something, I am blessed. In your…

My Poetry

Every single time I write poetry I get scared. It is one of life’s hardest things to do and I know I am exposing my self to ridicule. But it is like the colour of my veins are turning black with ink, willing me to expose myself. So every single time I write poetry I…

The Hopeless Lover

In this age, We are constant looking, For one to fault. Let me ease the burden. I am at fault. I am the fault. I am the evil one. the tormenter, the purger, the rebuker of fine things. I am the desire of evil. I am the thirst for wickedness. I am hate upon the…

If I Could

If I could hold a moment And strap it round my waist. Capture the world, And bear it as my girdle, Saw the corners of stars, For a blanket of moss. If I could muster the sun, As my eternal mirror. And move that, that I cannot picture. If I could be in charge Of…

Destiny

If I should cry, For every pain, There’d be no tears, To cry for you. If that does rhyme, What a shame. I will bury the feather, In your name. This is my idea of a nonsense poem. I never really got a handle on what I was writing about and maybe, I wasn’t writing about…

The Silence

In crowded rooms I am most uneasy. All the sights and sounds make me shiver. I am scared of the space that brings you near. I think on the gloom of our next encounter. The silence. Will it ever speak? Cover Art by: ANJA BÜHREH  

Are the pages wasted?

Can a writer touch the world, without being known. Can words from a fallen hand, still reach millions. Can the records of a diligent scribbler, rekindle the dreams of many. Can we leave something behind, That will outlive our years. Are the pages wasted? Are the words lost? Even the most inspired, that convict us…

What do you create?

I wonder. When an artist paints a person, Are they real or one they have seen before. Are they creators or mimics. Bringing a new face, a new form into the world, Or taking from what already exists. What of writers. Are all their characters real. Or are they representations of what is real, And if we do…

Self Awareness Quote

What do I value most – My talent or my people? I have been writing a lot of these single sentence quotes in my attempt to understand more of the world. Truthfully, most of the ideas are rough and probably wrong. But, it allows me to see the world in different colours. Not just the colours we…

My Three Good Friends

My three good friends, smile with me. Cheer me, my brilliant ones.   Colours, give the world much sense. Like perfection. My three good friends.   This is a cherished photo I took completely by chance. At first, I hated how simple it looked and how obvious it might seem to take such a shot. But…