Poetr

See me small and glowing like ember as the fire starts to fade and I burn brightly what a sight to see and yet you call it a night seeing only burnt wood from a tree See me blue and vast like an ocean floor filled with wonders and mysteries…

The past was part of you. But, the past is not you. The future will be belong to you. But, the future will never define you. You are you, at the moment you realize you are ‘here’. Thank you for reading. You can read my other poems here. Or if you like a short poem feel free to follow me on Instagram.

Hello, hope all is well with you. I’m doing fine (thanks for asking). There is a saying that we should ‘expect the unexpected’; meaning that though we can predict events, predict behaviours, we can never be 100% sure about what lies ahead. We follow formats, develop habits, routines, and this…

keep me warm here in the sculpt of your hands, peel off the tainted paint on my surfaces, brush off the outpoured dust on my eyes, and just whisper to me: that I belong here, just once. once. more. keep me sane, keep me arcane, have me whole, have me…