Poetry ( the girl that took my soul ).


It was supposed to be a prayer, but there’s a lot more at stake. That’s why I’m not kneeling, we’re talking face to face. You could sit if you want, this might take a minute. But you’re timeless right? So what the hell is a minute. For every cringe in my timid, and every dent […]

What Have We Become?


Have we evolved to be nasty or nice? Have we become more appreciative, or are we bundled by price? Have we dived into unplumbed sewage of truths, or are we surfing on a surface of lies? How unfathomable is our super-sized mega-dome of egos? How meek is our blush? How loud is our torts of […]

Dear Frankenstein, my gratitude.


hello world, if hello is even a word hello father, why do your eyes pierce her girth * her innocence aflee, from the very first day they say reality stinks they didn’t tell her it does from your very birthday * you were supposed to be her strength, but you tore her apart overdosed on […]

the Edge of my Desire


the Edge of my Desire.

Beautiful Lie (Pt.2)


  He hits the sofa with a sigh and a back pocket of a couple grand Can’t trust a bank, so his vault is a rubber-band He reclines, just to glimpse her in the kitchen What a view, the last thing on his mind is the chicken   The life he’s chosen has a subtle line Every other day his […]

A Place to call Home


She was a good girl But she was lost in the city life Addicted to the pearls And the flaws of the city nights Everything came with a twirl Dressed so pretty nice But underneath that world Lay a beige greedy heist But she cared less, cos she was looking for something Regardless, any of […]

the Edge of my Desire


The swirls and tumbles in my mind is often clouded Clouded with ‘wants’ or ‘needs’ I really can’t put a finger on Creative aspirations constantly linger on I learnt early, that finesse, not power, moves mountains I have since longed for that spring of the finest finesse-fountain Still hard to come by My sub-conscious is […]

A Case of the Mondays


Ugh How often, can one be this tired? How gassy, can one soul feel? How young, can one be retired? How sad, can one soul feel? How nice, to live with no worries? So many times I dream How heavy, are my lorries? So many times I scream O how strength, escapes my hours Long […]

Dark & Twisted, but its not a Fantasy


Words Culled from when my feet’s in loafers Back’s on sofas And my mind is somewhere with tremblings in oceans Breezed and coasting While feeling the potion I recline as my spine unloads a timeline Realizing that it’s fine that I’m not in my primetime So I dream of things And scheme of means To […]