• Poetry

    The 7th time around

    Remember when I said,You gave me a sense of déjà vu?I wonder,In how many lifetimes have I loved you? You have never felt strange,And whatever things I said, it seemed you already knew,Our firsts were like reintroductions,I felt it too, I am a little scared,At how little the effort it takes you to know me,But I hope to find comfort in believing that these parts I reveal,Are parts you have already seen, And that they are parts you somehow came to love,I hope I don’t chase you away,I hope you find these thoughts just as pretty,Even if you do not say, Do you reckon we could find a new sound?I…

  • Creative writing

    The flame that froze

    There is a vacant hole where you left, and once again I wonder how much longer I’d have to suffer incomplete. The nights blend into the days, each and all the same persistent darkness. You always said I had a pretty smile, is that why you stole it? There was no smile I shared with you that was not a masterpiece, and none after you that did not reek of insincerity. I want to ask you when you’re coming back, but I fear that you may never return. I sometimes sit at the edge of the cliff that used to be our favourite spot, and I toy with the idea…

  • Poetry

    Morning Melody

    I heard the first line of my favourite song,And I thought about you,It was something about righting the wrong,Sounded like something you’d do, There are some certain kinds of people,The ones songs are written about, songs soaked in emotion,What is it about you that reminds me of the harrowing voice of shared truth?Why do you live in my subconscious, was it a pill or a potion? There was a hole in my heart,It kept widening until it threatened to tear me apart,’til you returned and filled it,I’ve never felt more complete, More loved, more heard, more seen,If there’s a place more right for me, I haven’t been,Nor do I,You’ve brought…