Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Lunching alone

Surprising games of hide n seek
Secrets I don't like to keep
But are we there yet
where we can talk of our deepest fears?
So scared always of doing something wrong
That I can only tell you things in riddles and songs.

Why do you pull away
Leave me to think of things
Which night mares are made of
Take off

That ego and look
This is a step we took
Together.

Games I can't play
Secrets I don't like to keep
So come out in the open baby
You ll be surprised
That love is deeper
than that.

Push

Friday, October 11, 2013

Im waving goodbye.
Slowly in my head.

Thursday, August 22, 2013

tuning in

Been so long since I found myself alone
Doing nothing not glancing into the phone
Waiting to look within
I’ve forgotten the colours
I used to live in

It was quite a life
Chasing you down
And making you mine
And right now right here alone
I feel undone

And I know
It feels like it rained
On everything
But even the rain cant
Wash those days away

And I know
It feels like the conversations strained
But even the telephone line
Cant’t disconnect the voices
In our head

I don’t want to sit here
Useless waiting to see
Where this road is leading to
I already know

I’m breaking in
Don’t know how to
Fix it but let me
In

And I know
It feels like it rained
On everything
But even the rain cant
Wash those days away


Push

Saturday, June 8, 2013

HeartKnowsNothing

Her heart knew nothing. Only time decided.

acrylic on canvas, painted this saturday night, particularly restless about painting something spectacular, but the pressure was too much and this is all i could do. Need to chill out.

Wednesday, April 10, 2013


Time has passed.
Have I become what I never wanted to be?
Is the me in me fading?
I can’t speak poetry
I can’t dream like I did
Is this growing up?
I hate it.
Why so straight, so sharp, so crisp
So unreal, unnatural
So much hate.
Waiting for the other to strike
Ammunition already ready
I’m so prepared
It’s sad.

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

The Angry Tweet

 So we never speak of what's going on underneath.
Wrong doesn't fit into the song... So you sing it in your dreams.

-Push