"All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling."
- Oscar Wilde
The Mind is a Garden
July 2022
The mind is a garden
I am the gardener.
I plant seeds of thought in my subconscious,
Seeds that become saplings of the things,
The thoughts, the feelings I am to create.
All the while I uproot the weeds
That entangle and destruct,
For they no longer belong,
In not the Garden of Eden,
But the Garden of Thought.
The Last New Moon
April 2022
Like the moon
Known to shine bright, through the darkness
An undeniable light
But as the cycle goes
There are moments, lost into the abyss
Can’t be seen
Can’t be heard
Lost and forgotten, without a word
The cycle starts again
Gradual with time
Like clockwork
Day by day
Uplifted and shining high in the nights’ sky
This painful cycle can’t continue forever
Eventually the time will come
I cannot tell you when,
Which new moon will be my last
Stanmore Ave
April 2022
That place is familiar
Yet I can't quite remember exactly where
The clear sky so blue
You can still sense a crispness in the air
Long tall grasses sway with he breeze
Reaching up, bordering the path a sweet green
Speckles of purple that naturally sprout
I’ve walked past this place, that’s without a doubt
Metal fences guard all, tough and rigid
There to protect, keep out, polite notice
Quite the contrast with what there is naturally gifted
Seasons Change, As Do I
November 2022
I find its no longer so cold through the winter
An inner warmth carries me on
In a way, a chance to hibernate
To preserve, before I find I’m gone
The spring brings new chances
A wave of new light and life
To the summer full of dances
Not a second to spare, thinking of such strife
As the seasons change, as do I
Through the storms and glorious sunshine
This cycle I really do try
To steady, to balance, to make it out alive
S5, Ep10 - The Krafayis
May 2022
The Krafayis wanders blindly
It stumbles round the room
Destructive in its movements
Found lonely in the doom
Rooted deeply within fear
Only a fortunate few can see
Keep it cautiously insight
One of its victims you may be
As it moves through the village
Abandoned and alone
Captured by an artist
In which it found a home
Rebirth is on the Horizon
May 2022
In between entities
Trying new recipes
Revisiting the old
Disconnecting
Move on into the new
Like a snake shedding
Entering a new heading
The cocoon is starting to crack
Like water off a duck’s back
Resilience within
Time is taking the win
Rebirth is on the horizon
New Beginnings
March 2022
Where endings grow old
Connections fall cold
Never done this before
Wanting everything and more
Intimidated by beauty
By confidence and stance
Thrown out of my comfort zone
Looking back with a glance
Running hard, running fast.
Heading forward at such pace
Went from lying to flying
Full of hope, blessings and grace
Hopeful soon its my day.
Monday Afternoon
May 2022
I’ve got ketchup on my jumper
There’s yellow paint all over my knees
Didn't hesitate when asked
I’ve got puppies to go and see
Tiny, soft and squeaky
I cuddled her in close
She wakes for a moment to look at me,
Nose to nose
Took it one step further,
I was nibbled on the chin
Don’t care if we get to keep one
For now I am here in this moment,
Comfortable within my skin
Monday in May
May 2022
Today the sky cries for me,
A heavy, slumped feeling in my chest.
A weight too large to carry,
Admittedly I’m not feeling my best.
My mind has been it’s own boxing ring,
I feel defeated,
My positivity, my charisma, upped and left.
The fight to be optimistic
Exhausting it may be
The harder I punch
The further I fall
Today is just not the day for me at all
Lost Fairy Lights
April 2022
Powerless and tangled
Wires are mangled
It takes energy to handle
Desolate and bare
Batteries nowhere
The lights are out
Nobody is home
Like the Water Lily
May 2022
Like the Water Lily
I open and close with each passing day
My beauty shines through at the most brightest of moments
Before the petals withdraw as the sky turns grey
Each morning like brand new
How I present myself
The best version shows true
By tomorrow my heart opens
To be recognised by you
Home
February 2022
So familiar, the curve in the road
Nothing feels like the dip on the way,
A comfort like no else
The trees have grown,
And so have I
But in that second of a moment,
It feels like nothings changed.
Can’t fight the smile that awakens in my face
Home, this is home to me
Feeling Heavy,
Like a Flower
May 2022
Feeling heavy.
Like a flower,
Petals weighed down by droplets.
One sunbeam,
All will soon evaporate.
For now with time,
Shall wait.
Emotional Awareness
April 2022
Expressing emotions does not a monster make
You fear me
For that I know
Reassured, it’s not under my control
Not my problem to manage how you show
Your love is temporary
Support is small
You walk on eggshells
For self awareness is not familiar at all
Reopened old wounds
I’ve worked hard on to heal
I am not the problem here
That is no longer my deal
Bury Me with Sunflower Seeds
Novemeber 2021
Bury me with sunflower seeds
For what you reap is what you sew.
Let my lasting touch
On mother earth
Be lightness, laughter, glow.
Who knows the state
In which we depart.
For those that no longer know me
Let my lasting wish
Be natures art.
Alone
May 2022
You seem to be mistaken
All I want is to be alone
It’s what I yearn for
All my decisions
With the intention
To finally feel on my own
Just myself to depend on
No one else for me to blame
Hyper independence
I’m aware of
When no one’s around
There’s no one to shame
Every action
Every morning
Every evening
Every moment to myself
It’s what drives me
Full of determination
It’s my new middle name
A View From A Window
May 2023
Through the night the settled mist
Deeply in the valley kiss
With morning sun
It starts to lift
Blue skies shine through
Like sapphire, crisp
Hills stretched high
They touch the Gods
By nightfall turned
To Zeus's rod
A cackle
A cry
To calm
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