Poetry of life — I may be a minority but I can’t say it’s true that one gets over things. The past lives on in secret with its torment burning bridges all the time. I cannot tear my heart from any thought or run the grief out of my eyes. I am not here…

Hope: Why the power of desire is crucial for living — Sometimes ‘hope’ as we know it, can seem like the poor relation to motivation. Cynics may feel that hope is a waste of time as you can end up feeling more let down if things don’t turn out well. They may have a point, but not a helpful one. ‘Once…

Poetry —

Poetry of life — It was just me who would see through the trauma Your beautiful soul in the dark, In thoughts you would drift far away as I kissed every moment of sensory love. And now you are gone There’s no one I could live for I’m lost at the end of the world…

Poetry of life — Where are you hopeful one Why don’t you feel ashamed and grieve You haven’t touched me all this time I don’t know how you ever sleep. I am the flesh that feels no warmth and wasted words that reach no one. I’d die for someone else’s heart A burning vision Broken sun…

A poem of denial —

A poem about them —

A poem of perception —

A short poem —