Monday, October 26, 2015

The View From The Bottom

It’s not that bad. If you want to be sad, come and write sad songs with me. Or we can sit and watch movies. You won’t have to worry about bringing me down - I am already down. I will watch the blackness swallow you and you can watch the blackness swallow me too.

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

The Weight A Person Leaves

If I am filled with anything, it is leaves and snow and sunlight and life.

If I am filled with anything, it is seasons.

If I am filled with anything, it is something advancing and retreating.

It is a giant tide that pulls me with it.

I wonder if you kept the same things inside.

I must wonder if, for you, the tide went out one last time, and then came in too far.

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

The Reason For The Reasonless

I write poetry so that somewhere, life can be beautiful, perfect, fair and good.

I do not know why you do what what you do.

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

The Movement Of Slow Light

In the end, there's still a rainbow trapped in the edge of the glass that cuts you.

As slow as ships on the horizon.

As quick as a life.

Tuesday, October 6, 2015

The Art Of Thorns

You realise you can never properly love even one thing, let alone everything.

That's why you get a little sadder as you get older.

You fall in love a little every day with something new, and so your heart breaks a little every day.