Dear Artist

Dear Artist

Dear Artist Red is the colour of passion, And blue that of sadness – Or so people say. As if colours ever had Inherent meanings other than ones We bestowed upon them… What are these colours even, Without a stream of light? Their waves crashing on pigments Who are...
Little Death

Little Death

The wise ones often sayWhen one faces death –The eternal oblivion,The shared experienceThat makes us all kin –One sees with clarityThe life that one livedWith moments bitter-sweetSavoured once more,In a flash of a moment,In the blink of an eye…What I’d like to...
Graveyard of Old Memories

Graveyard of Old Memories

I keep digging deepIn the graveyardOf old memories.No tombstone, no nameNo dates necessary.Daturas and nightshadesHovering over your remains –Marking where you lay,On your final resting place. My shovel hits the coffin –Wood once varnished with my tears,Now rotting...
Look within!

Look within!

Look inside!Look within!I know what you see.You see yourselfOn the ocean of your soul.Barely holding onto your raftBeing thrown aroundBy rogue waves.How your bullies onceThrew your bag around after school –A crying monkeyIn the middle … I can see in your face.Storm...
Letter to her

Letter to her

To the woman I’ve not met yet —First of all: hello!Although I cannot see your face,You’re just a shadow,A barely visible silhouette,An unlockable video game character.I cannot see your smile,The colour of your eyes,Or how your hair radiatesUnder the summer sun.I have...
Do you remember?

Do you remember?

Do you remember?That lazy summer’s day?When a few sleepy raindropsCradled by the sky,Rolled over and fell downFrom their soft beds?You do remember, don’t you?How they landed on your cheek?How gently you woke them up,With that sweet smile of yours?How the spark in your...