At the edge where spirits
In a lead of candle light
Wayward heaven as if
Hurried in a great rush

Foretold had and lived
This age of yester now
Lets call as lets agree
Since isnt there to find

All of when we cherised
Maybe kept other side
Forgotten in memories
then we daydream bout

Lost for well is to wind
Played the left of rights
Of words written the ink
Never so cared to find

Roads of dead ended
Silent at fold ten times
Dull and black within
Overlooked made blind

Cold to have in winter
Land to cover in white
Rocked to the big sleep
By a very similar luluby

Longed in taste asweet
Place known be found
Tomorrow as today been
Then before it is what

Worlds i went travelin
Rest abones sacrificed
Hope my faith believed
And hoped for and how

Soul my chest abeatin
Hands hold their palm
Hour by last minute
Had slowly note afind

So what ends to begin
As the world turns around
Morning birds do sing
The dawn concerns not

May once at last it to be
Man onto own terms life
And definitions maturity
love a reason to grow up

Forget pants we are free
Kiss away the fool of doubt
When sky at hands reach
hand is reachin back down

Get down on your knees
merci sakes truth and just
After life another to live
Beg me please my heart

Shiver and blush for me
Be perfect like little child
Without shame alike guilt
A reason to dear to god

A Flower behind your ear
In hand a bottle of wine
golden grapes godpicked
Dancing you spill around

Pain to overcome suffer it
She yelled wisdom drunk
And for the death to defeat
She said you must die

In the far garden of magic
Above us lookin as only sky
Beyond right for ever since
I hurry in that great rush.

There are far worse fates
Than being alone.
To watch myself grow
Maid, mother to crone.
I could waste all my years on the
Same shallow man,
And skip into hell all
Whilst holding his hand.
I could forgo my passions
For his every whim,
And save all my smiling and love
just for him.
I could bury my future beneath
Soil and stone.
That’s a far worse fate than
Just being alone.

I love you like a rom
Com movie
The clumsy bump
The spilt latte
The scramble of books
The accidental brushing
Of hands
And awkward stares
You're the missed train
A twist of fate
From friends to more
Than friends
You wrote your
Number on my coffee cup
And gave me a crooked smile
You're the meet cute
I'd never forget
Your the stranger I
Met by chance
The "who's that?"
When catching them glance
You're the light
In my darkness
The heart racing montage
the slow dance in
a ball room dream
You're the Romeo to my Juliet
The one cliche running
Through my head
The coffee shop
A rainy day
A kiss that chased all
My glooms away
The talking all night
Cos the worlds given up
Like every plot
Id never outgrow
It's just us in that scene
my favourite love trope
Come to show
But I guess that day
would have to wait as
I'm still finding the perfect
Guy for this perfect day

What lies beyond this dour door
that leads to things ahead?
I stand and wonder what’s in store
behind this portal grimy with dread.

Its glass is cracked, its lead paint is chipped
while its brick wall is turning to sand.
Its handle doesn’t invite to be gripped,
nor does it tell me where I’ll land.

I look all up and down the street
and see only more doors that look the same.
Before each one are more: their feet
wish to walk away from these doorframes.

Each one of us is seized by impotent rage
at facing a choice that’s no choice,
to be fixed as if in a steel cage
and finding no cause to rejoice.

But one of us in this bleak boulevard
must be the first to twist the ****
with the will to face the path that’s hard,
to not let our lives by fear be robbed.

Let each of us kick in our doors of fate
and overthrow their grips on our lives,
smash the clock and pass through that gate
with heads held high, fearless of where we arrive.

Spurred by the clarion call: it came to pass
our pent up waters burst the dams.
No captives are we! We struck en masse:
Battering rams forged out of lambs.

strangers in passing
nothing but a glance
tying us together
bound by the thought
of recollection
as if we had seen each other
somewhere before

i thought about
your eyes
the way they smoothed over
the jagged edges of my glare
soft undertones
amidst a dark sky

if only we were able to pause
instead of isolating ourselves
from getting too involved
not even sparing a word
towards one another

so we continue on
never knowing our fate
had our paths crossed differently
another night wasting away
street lamps only lit
to guide us home

Dreaming in colour; but I can't help thinking
in black and white — the anxieties that weigh heavily
on my plate, it's no wonder I occasionally savour
their bitter taste. Why should I rely solely on fate,
when it starts to feel a bit devoid of faith?

And some might argue I let them down, but
what if that low point was my decision to elevate
others — would you still have faith in me, or is
it simply your own fate that keeps me anchored
in this low place?