Floating on my back
weightless in the turquoise water
off the shores of Koh Phi Phi
Been living hard, too long
All these years without a break
Now, I watch the crust of duty
gently peeled from damp eyelashes
Invisible hands, unburdening me
O, never let me go…

The water’s warm against my wrists
joyous tears kissing the brine
caught upon the tide of living
gratefully tangled in this un...

Read and leave comments (0)

Looked in the mirror shortly after i rose
Not quite sure i like what i see
A little bit of this, a touch of that and
Maybe i'll start to feel like me
Maybe i'll start to feel a little bit of glee
or maybe that's just me taking a leap
I need to get out from under this heap
I need to free myself before tears start to seep
Then they'll all start to say, girl please!
Get a grip 
or you are b...

Read and leave comments (0)

Oh, then we were inseparable

Nothing could keep us apart

Nights and days we revelled

We shared one loving heart

She's gone now, taken so quick

I watch in vain for some trace

But her spirit refuses to emerge

Only the shadow of her face

Its like her soul never existed

A mirage from the day we met

Did I dream the words of love

That entrapped me in her net?

Read and leave comments (0)

Freedom At Last

Flames raged in the cornfields around it,

Bobbing there in stagnant waters

Tethered to a solid mooring post

With a thick, coarse rope.

Each spark from the furnace

A risk to its rotting timbers

As it took hold and smouldered

And smoked and spread

Oars crossed and laid on its floor

And the spattered markings of crows

Bleaching spots of ...

Read and leave comments (0)

Aokigahara.

Take me away,
let me find a place of peace,
of freedom,
Somewhere i belong.

Somewhere i can take myself off track,
hear the trees calling
the whispers of the dead, 
the footsteps leading a path to nowhere.
The silence of horror,
the selfishness, the selfless.

A place of no evil, a place of no light.
Where no man or woman will have sight,
where no man or woman will ha...

Read and leave comments (2)

(I've been struggling to show anyone this poem for a long time but I've been inspired to let it free. These feelings are behind me now and it turns out writing was to thank for that afterall)

How does someone stop cutting?
Do they cut into the paper instead?
Replace flesh and blood with diaries and ink,
Replace physicality with mentality,
Replace actions with words,

It isn’t enough.

Read and leave comments (5)