Eye contact.

'When you look at the human face, you always look at the eyes. An eye has something special about it, it's made of a different matter than the rest of the face.' - Gaicometti Pointless talk of nothing, empty words which somehow manage to scream so loud, echoing with a thunderous vacantness... but then, eye... Continue Reading →


Poem: your heart and its flame.

Inhabit via Daily Prompt: Inhabit They say others live in your heart. They say the people you love make a home there and breathe on inside it. They say that your chest will be a place for beings to seek refuge inside, claiming it, making it their own... inhabiting it. It is a beautiful thing,... Continue Reading →


The drops of water upon my skin became a map of all the people I had met. Some in clusters, like a diagram of the loud voices and screaming laughter conjured from the rush of a party or late night walks, high on ecstatic people. Others lay in solitude, like a simple display of talk... Continue Reading →


The sound of the rain upon glass resembled the sound of our scattered thoughts, tapping upon people.


  via Daily Prompt: Passenger I will not be a passenger on this journey of conventionality, of this square mind to fill and body to sculpt. I will not be a passenger, riding upon words of lies which tell us to hate, to fear, to oppress. I will not be a passenger on this rollercoaster... Continue Reading →

We live on a canvas.

We live on a canvas. yeah... those things artists paint on, those things where thoughts and ideas solidify themselves into what we call art, those things where abstract concepts and floating daydreams formalise themselves onto what is merely a - blank space of nothingness. I wouldn't go so far as to say we live on... Continue Reading →

You forget.

'You forget though, that we have the same hiding place... and that I will never, ever let you sit in the dark alone.' - Exert from an in progress poem.

Only friends.

DISCLAMER - This is the first draft of a poem I wrote ages ago and never edited.  I re-read it just now and there are SO many things I would like to change - back then it seemed good, now not so much.  I suppose it correlated with times then, not the present... still, I... Continue Reading →

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