We need these little
Reminders of decency,
These small signs that humanity
Is still capable
Of kindness.

Little fissures, disregarded,
Parallel the cracks of time —
Windows into years consumed,
Filled with hopes
That never got
A chance to shine.

Stir my sands
To mask my tracks,
Shield me from
My biggest failures.
Help me see
The road ahead,
Unburdened by
The bloody paths
I've taken.

Stir my waters
With your tides,
Bring me flow
Where joy keeps ebbing.
Nurture, comfort, lullaby
The parts of me
I keep forgetting.

Stir my leaves,
My verdant ceiling,
Soothe my temper
In your breeze,
Shield me from
A world too bright
With silent songs
From shadows deep.

Between
The land,
The sea,
The sky,
A path
Is lit
For you
To follow.

Like the stars,
We may be
Drifting apart,
But your light
Still reaches me.

The coolest nor the cutest,
The model nor the whore —
Shallow will not
Win you my
Attention or affection.
Be yourself, nothing more.
Beauty is true connection.

Unheard —
Cry in silence,
Waves of tears
Too immense
To go unfelt.

Questions of morality,
The ache unseen
By all but me.
The rot in my foundations,
The doubt in my beliefs —
Chaining me,
Free of will,
Bound by heart,
To what I cannot change.

Overheated sentiments
On coloured TV —
Two dimensionalized issues
Where both sides
Feel they're right.
This is how wars start.

Adapting to
The problem
Does not make it
Go away.

Insta generation,
You too could be here
To show your friends
They could be here.
Watching beauty through
A lens or frame —
Such a shame,
It's all the same.
Chronicling
Wasted happiness.

Eb and flow,
You and me —
All between,
Fattening with every
Futile go around,
Draining, feeding on
The dregs of
Our cascading energy.

A beautiful gift
In a shitty wrapper —
Life,
It is what it is.

From faith misplaced
To faith miskept —
Expect the mirage,
And see to its creation.

Forever’s shorter
With every tomorrow
Breaking day.

Transience liberates —
Nothing eternal
Will ever be free.

Words of beauty,
Words of love,
Sentiments long since dead —
Of the colors I once painted,
All faded
But the deepest,
Darkest
Red.

Lessons in failure,
Rooted in glee —
It may suck for you,
But it was so much fun
For me.