There’s something intangible,
tasty, satisfying but just out of
London on a Spring morning, a scent of carnival and warm drinks in the park,
a melting pot of cultures and promises, somebody
an open minded identity that sits peaceful in the thrill of it al...
Sometimes the smell of Summer
nights makes my heart hurt,
The expectation is too great to deliver
No matter the pleasure
there is still a lingering emptiness;
the knowledge of transient passions and fickle promises made hastily in the heat.
Do I fear an endle...
Sometimes I walk home and I beg the wind for a kind word,
For the tender touch of a lover to appear on the curb,
For my shadow not to loom so lonely before me.
Everyone’s windows seem more golden than mine,
And I wonder what it must feel like to be surrounded by bodies...
I always go home when I need to dream,
When I need reminding of how the pavement holds the footprints of my progress.
This light falls because I imagined the possibility of another life; away from here.
In my head this little town could be transformed into the world I c...
Hello old friend,
You hold my past heartache, my previous joy.
I stomp up and down the hills knowing full well that I’ll never
get over you entirely.
You are my home I created for myself, no strings attached, now tied to my soul like a dead weight.
I love you but I ha...