On becoming

there was a boy 
who played with life’s toys 
smiling through tears and hopes alike
pledging to safeguard all necessary joys
the ones…

the once and future king

you’re objectified by your feelings
a ball changing hands all the time
dropping on the floor
being kicked by the children
you’re…

To a New Year

To a new year: 
That didn’t start with fireworks,
That didn’t see any ball drop,
That didn’t spill champagne with a clap,
That didn’t…

Oldie

Who is that? An old friend?
My old friend?
But she looks so much older
That handmade drape
With peacocks and curlicues,
Was a sight in her age.
Her…

Rocket Girl

A fictional poem about a girl’s dream

Holding you

my heart forgets its decorum 
the second it spies you,
and insists on skipping 
with the gait of one
whose heart had never been broken

Blanch

The sun
Curls around the edges
By the glass, a lady stretches
Feathering the marble 
Upon the corridor.

Molasses and Liquorice.

Bend the pen till it snaps and cuts the wrist.

The wrong place

Crimson Cheeks
Empty Glasses

Every Tear is a Soliloquy

I think I cried, when I tumbled into this uncertain world of madmen and shooting stars.
Tears of confused…