Poetry

Seed Of Love

Past poems talk of stars that softly fall into your arms. Poets speak and sing of love as it hides under a dying Sun. A beautiful woman calls to her man, in the morning when the sea-salt passes through the sands. The cold waves wash in feelings of warmth as the rays from the North …

Alive

Looking into the night sky; I know it isn’t dark. Beyond human light-pollution is a wonder painted as art. The galaxy we sit in, lights up space-time like a light bulb reflecting through the black hole of your eye. 100 billion stars twirl into a dance – pulling planets around in a 360° trance. Some …

I Was

I’m just a boy who grew up on a council estate. I watched people through my lazy eye and felt feelings that made me cry. I was born left-handed with some form of ADHD. They said I was on the spectrum as I failed all my exams. I’m thick, an outcast with no future plans. …

Imprisoned

Imprisoned. Staring with a stare that defines my own. I’m here but somewhere else. I can’t hear the noise of sounds. Seeing pictures of my past to which I know will never last. I’m out for a moment, without being seen, but never moved a muscle, which is really obscene. There’s no one in charge …

Sensitive

I listen to music when the tapping from the keyboards gets too loud. When you chew your food, I can feel the taste in my mouth. The cry from a baby magnifies through my ears, but I’m patient and wipe away all the tears. I’m sensitive to all the things you can’t see. I’m sensitive …