The wonderful thing about poetry is that there are no rules.
Within the mystery of my ink, there’s a vast, glowing, empty page where, as you read, you interpret the story through your own lens.
In essence, I write the words and it’s you who creates the story. I believe there’s healing to be found in the blackened strokes of poetry, often words touch wounds that are still open within us, remind us of glorious past times, or of dreams we once had that are long lost.
It’s important to step back and acknowledge what you feel when reading, maybe you’re still healing from things you don’t speak about, or maybe you have forgot to remember what really sets your soul on fire.
Look beyond my words, deep into the sea mist of your thoughts and spot the emerald isles that hold the understanding of why that poem touches your core.
The Last Single Girl
They never tell you when you’re young
That you lose your friends to life
As I bloom into a beautiful flower
You slowly poison my roots
Hoping I’ll wilt
So you stand taller in the garden
Men are like taxi cabs
If their light isn’t on
You can still get in
But they’ll never take you home
A Silver Lining
Loving and losing is not unfortunate
For one who has truly loved
Can never lose entirely
Open Your Mind
Why be so rigid
In a world that is fluid
They can put their hands on me
But they know I will never look them in the eyes
Anything other than empty lies and validation
If the price is right
An Eye For An Eye
Is it tenacious
To take mine
Because I took yours
Or perhaps only foolish
To both end up blind
I want to go to Venice and watch the sun set between the buildings
I want to see Paris in the rain and watch the stars light the river at midnight
But most of all
I want to look into your eyes and see something other than emptiness when you look at me
The Looking Glass
It was the series of little digs
That dug the grave of our love
Don’t long for the wilted flower
To stand tall again
Its time is spent
Turn your attentions to another bloom
If I Knew
It isn’t just about meeting the right person
Lust is a Poison Best Served On Ice
You know, love is all lust ever wanted to be
But she must accept she is not of spiritual nature
She has darker qualities
You’re the greatest project you’ll ever work on. There’s a simple truth in life that once you identify thoughts, hurt, dreams, realities and really see them as they are, you can begin to work on evolving to build, heal, and flourish into the best version of you.
It’s okay to admit that you have old wounds that are still open, healing takes time. Just like there’s no shame in realising that certain people you’re letting into your life no longer make you happy, they are some of my truths that I identified, when I looked at poetry another way.
Be alone with your thoughts to notice old sorrows and allow them to gently melt away. Become harmonised with your dreams, ideas, and intuition and let it be smooth sailing from now on as you observe yourself disappear into the sun.
It’s almost like a meditation.