All the sights are glass—- all the sights are black and white when I feel fine.

Most times We don’t even know what we say We assume we have it all right When reality is… We’re just cherubs trapped In a grown body Our minds play this game Of Cat and mouse Is it mind over matter? Or Body over mind?…

We walk a line. Sometimes it feels like a straight line. Sometimes it feels like we’re walking in circles. Retracing steps, going backwards, searching for the right signs, we walk a line. We take it slow, we try to run, but there is no jumping…

A stake in my chest When I thought I was made of steel, I cling to the last thing that made me happy So that I may fall with a smile on my face. Even if I am bloody, Sore, weak, with my wounds weeping,…

A cat will continue to chase a red dot, Even though he can never catch it, Even though it’s not tangible, Just because it brings him joy.

Poem Six for The Hour Six life is so precious to live for we tend to f I n d what’s the best cure asking for r e a L remedies from door, down, under plunge yourself t O the pool of satisfaction get energized,…

Past lives are silent whispers on your ancient tongue, waiting to be bit.’

I will not falter from my resolve As the storm looms ever closer It will break, crush, and tear asunder Fear will not cauterise into my heart As the storm looms ever closer Bravery may be a fool’s errand Fear will not cauterise into my…

Red, vibrant In the beginning there was energy. Or so the scientists would have us think. It’s still around, in everything, moving back and forth, up and down, in circles and patterns. Vibrating eternal life. Flowing through you, as the colour of your blood matches…

Hate. Such a vile word. The feelings it derives are guttural. As if I’ve contracted food poisoning. I hate Peaches. Those Fuzzy. Devilish fruits. Hanging Ever so innocently from their trees. Do not believe them. They are liars. Their colours welcoming. Yet their Innards strike a…