Tuesday, June 06, 2017


You are desperate now
for inspiration.
Even turning towards clichés
like the first rain,
winding roads at night,
and loneliness.
But you find nothing
and realise that
at the moment
life is quite simple, ordinary.
And perhaps, that's a good thing?

Saturday, April 29, 2017


This sadness inside me,
it's like a pebble.
Hard and cold, but small.
I can carry it around,
without much trouble,
in my fist sized heart.
Yet sometimes,
it rattles against my very bones,
this pebble,
causing such a din
that I can't hear much else.

Wednesday, April 05, 2017

The search

Most will say,
look above,
forget the dark,
find a sun.
I say,
it's only
when you go
deeper than
the darkness
that you truly
find light.

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Of poets

It took all my heart,
and then some,
to put myself down
into four lines.
It's quiet, that heart,
now that I've been asked
to apologise for this poetry.

Tuesday, March 07, 2017


Your vanity bores me.
You count not
the experiences
the people
the songs
the mistakes
the lessons
the stories
the wounds and wins
the words and poetry
that these years gone by
have given you.
You count only the
wrinkles and the grey hair
and your obsession
with all those signs of old age
only show me
how little you've grown.