Sundays wasted on bad icecream

Sundays spent on bad icecream is a bad poem written at the verge of a day that proved waiting is terrifying, especially when there is nothing to wait for. Ultimatums are like giant pills you cannot swallow, and no matter how bright the time, it is as if some colour drained out of everything. Tiramisu […]

Daily fix

I tried to draw Celtic knots And failed The simple instructions of Over and under and over again In the quiet light of a bedside lamp My bed strewn with pencils, Graph papers, Sheets, and a forgotten novel. I began with a maze, With each passing line forgetting the knot in my chest The way […]


Both our lovers left. They left us isolated, two singular pools of expectations, stagnant. We are two eyes, travelling long, parallel and untouched on the face of the world. Two train tracks, we walk side by side for a while. There are dandelions blowing in the breeze among the pebbles. You step over them. He […]

Misplaced hope

Reading the tales of poetry in war Time and time again over years, My severed heart is silent for a moment Spectators. That violence happens in my name? Black bile rises up my throat, when I think of my open universe, The empty beer bottles, the freedom and the youth wasting their time away in […]

In immortal verse

Then I’d scream so loud that the world would explode against your ears. Id hold you till you knew no beginning or end, corrupt that bit of you Sick, inside out Id drag you through hell and back to my door. I would pierce the lonely barriers of what grief means to you Ashen silk […]

Cheap memories on sale

And there has been no realisation Of latent greatness, No paradigm shift in my soul Only a downward spiral, where My isolation echoes into The silence left-over from Dreams that came true, and left me empty. My eyes wide open, the kisses taste of A brief flame I am goading My heart a tactile slave […]


How does it feel? Like a tragedy in a fairytale And I ate stardust. It tasted like charcoal, burning Against my tongue As if I had dived Into the sea. Leave. You’ve got to give it to him though, That cocky bastard knows He kept count Of my heart beating Ridiculously fast. Who does that? […]