I’ve survived what seemed like the end of times on countless cups of coffee

What are the chances then of you messing with me and emerging unscathed

You’d be grounded and roasted

Pressed and filtered out

While a telltale storm brews in my eyes


Kind hearts

And nicer souls

Always tolerant

Never a tyrant

Gentle guidance

Comforting hugs

Boundless love

Constant worrying

Undaunted support

Always giving

Never asking for anything in return

They smile every time I smile

They cry before tears can even leave my eye

They live to see me make a life for myself

I am, because you are

And what you are is rather rare


All I want

Is a room with a view

A heart with a tune

A dream with a date

A song for my fate

A prayer on my lips

A swing to my hips

Some wind beneath my wings

Hands which can seize

Manners aimed to please

Eyes which can see no lies

And most of all

I want to be

Surrounded by

More books than I can count

And more love than I can contain

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An affair of the night

Some times I’d like to take a boat out into the night

Under a star lit sky

I’d take a moment

To take in the moon

A little faded

A little diffused

I feel it’d look like hastily rubbed out chalk on a slate

I’d raise a toast to it

With a contented sigh

As the sea gladly lulls me to sleep on a bed of gentle waves

But instead

I’m lying in bed tonight

Starting at a rickety ceiling fan

In danger of falling off

Almost in competition with the surrounding plaster which keeps peeling off

I have a lumpy mattress and a rock hard pillow

And my own tears in which to wallow

The moon seems too faraway a dream

With not even a skylight in sight

Yet when I close my eyes

I can almost see it shimmer

Beckoning me closer

Small beginnings

Every great story

Starts off as an ordinary one

With a hesitant writer

Penning down uncertain words

Unaware of when he’s begun

To weave an extraordinary tale

Unable to imagine his humble characters

Morphing into heroes

Unsure of whether the climax

Ties up all loose ends

Afraid of what the world would think

Once it’s been published

Pained at the thought of his every mistake

Preserved for all posterity

Yes, every great story

Begins unknowingly

Despite brimming with latent potential

Then what compels you

To be so hard on yourself

While your story is turning its pages yet?

Pep Talks?

If I were trapped

In a tiny glass enclosure

Would the transparent walls

Still make me feel claustrophobic?

Will they still appear to close in on me

Like a crumbling wall of bricks?

Would I find it to be dark and dank

Despite the light pouring in?

Would I suffocate

Despite air vents on the roof?

Yes, I very much will.

Because some walls are found closer to home

Will some reside permanently in the corners of my mind

So why do you think

Telling someone to cheer up

Because it’s a bright and sunny day

With your health in its prime

Would make his crippling anxiety go away

What makes you think

The cure to depression

Can be found in a bottle labeled ‘things you should be happy for instead’?

Congratulations, you just pushed the walls closer still.

Snippets of my soul

Every time you come to me

With no intention of staying

You tear away a part of me

Which can never grow back

Every time you talk to me

With no truth in your voice

You cut at me with razor blades

And I ooze out your lies

Every time you look at me

With less than loving eyes

You down the shutters and drown out the light

From every corner of my heart

Every time you leave me again

With promises of an ever after

You suck the joy from all my days

And all the brightness inside of me

So, here

Take this

I’ve compiled a scrapbook for you

And on every page

You’ll find in red

Snippets of my soul

A dream for a nightmare?


Comes with a tagline

Dreams be available here

And so do nightmares

Till 3:03 am

Sometimes a barter works in this bazar

Sell your dreams

For some scary, sleepless nights

And sometimes there’s a miracle

Where you’re handed a bucketful of dreams

So believe me and don’t

Open your eyes tonight

Come again tomorrow

To get your money’s worth