Anger is the fuel which ignites my soul and burns my core. It consumes me, engulfing my being, trying to take over, yet never overcoming me. I struggle on day by day, the anger locked tight below, but always lingering. Only in brief, fleeting moments does the anger come to the surface. Fits of intense rage, pain being dulled, feeling strong, powerful. Most often vented in the form of breaking and smashing bottles or piece...

I don't belong in "their" world. "They" being everyone other than me. They live in a world of light and hope, while I dwell in shadow and darkness. It's all I know, why change what is comfortable, or do I hate it. Part of me must or I would have succumb to my twisted impulses long ago.

My life is like a giant hill and I am constantly pushing a huge rock up it. Unless I always push and never give up, the rock comes rolling back all the way to the bottom and if I'm not careful it crushes me. So I always have to struggle and force myself to keep pushing that rock all the time or risk losing what I've accomplished. It's a really, really big rock.

And now I close my eyes to dream of silent drums beating ‘neath the sea’s dark breast-- its heinous tempo shaping Norns’ decree. Begging only this, Do vassal’s whims hold no weight? And now I close my eyes to dream. Sky dark as a sceptre’s cloak above the pathless deep. The wind’s ghastly sweet melody like severed chords calling me hence. Pray, who shall banquet on my soul? And now I close my eyes to dream, clad in blood...

Your clouds gather and form over time Shielding me from the sun's crime Painting the skies with your paradigm A vision that is truly sublime Your rain pours onto my skin Your wind whirls me into a spin Washing me of my sin Cleansing me from the rot within Your thunder reverberates in my heart It speaks to me like a breathtaking piece of art Your booms are ever so clever I could listen to you rattle the earth forever Your...

She would pour milk into a bowl of cookies and call it cereal. As for me and mine, we just cook with turmeric and thyme. Chia seeds and pineapple always adorn his pizza. As for me and mine, we just cook with turmeric and thyme. Starting each morning eating melon clean down to the rind. As for me and mine, we just cook with turmeric and thyme. Pan-fried salmon in cornbread mix - cakey fritter snacks, but always seasoned wi...

I grew up being told what I was before I even knew who I was. "Coloured." Like that answers the question. Like that explains everything- and nothing- all at once. My people? We got history in our blood and displacement in our bones. We know how to live between things- between languages, between expectations, between the cracks of a country that still doesn’t know where to place us unless it’s behind something. I’ve been s...

Alone in my thoughts, I'm slowly fading Lost in my own clouds, I sure need some healing Pain runs through my veins, maybe it's now my companion Each day, uncertainty awakens with me and stays to prove its dominion Shadows from the past dance on my wall Loud echoes from the past, keeping me frail Light fades, Darkness flames I want success, I want it to bear my name It's gloomy and I need light I need a star to guide me th...

Bubbling and Boiling Billions of swirling ephemera In beakers, bowls, broken shards of bone, bouncing balloons Bobbing in the etheric tide, brim-full with the brewing of Worlds. many will grow to be vast beyond comprehension and others won’t last beyond their own completion right now, they are merely chaotic clumps of cells learning how to be cells. The Mad Scientist, fondly called Time, erratically stirs and tends the nu...

A decade of friendship, a bond that was strong, Through ups and downs, we’ve been together long. Special gifts exchanged, memories we shared, In moments of sorrow, I knew that he cared. But then a new spark flickered online, A woman on TikTok, a shift in the line. Suddenly silence where laughter once reigned, The calls and the messages, all but unchained. He never explained, just vanished from view, Leaving me wondering w...

After the flames died out, only the ash remained. Specs snowed down slowly onto my body as I stood in the barren remnant of my past. My burning eyes searched for anything salvageable amongst the wreckage, praying for a partly scorched photograph or even a burnt wooden beam yet only the ash remained. Days cascaded into weeks and bled into months as I stayed stuck in stasis. My rage pummeled away a little of the residue. My...

When I’m drowning, they are distant and skeptical When I’m sailing, they gather to observe the spectacle My cheeks used to be made of roses, my pupils were once starred How did I become just a chew toy to use and discard? They don’t savour their words, they just spit them Basking smugly in the fruits of their mayhem I love them when they don’t, they disgust me when they do I am cast to play both the vixen and the shrew Th...

I ache for you - For your fingers around my soul Touching me in all the ways that matter. Your voice around my heart Speaking in a language only we know. Your lips on mine Drinking in my love like it's the only water for miles. I ache for you - At night when the world is still and silent During the day when chaos reigns and reality kicks in In between when the world feels hazy and ethereal. I ache for you - In every possi...

They gather in the grooves, soft and unseen, A chorus of echoes where thoughts have been. A flicker, a murmur, a doubtful refrain, A whisper of truth, beneath the strain. One hums of longing, of futures untold, Another recalls the missteps of growing old. Change the world!—Or get back on track! Feed your ambition!—Or maybe have a snack? You're a genius!—You haven't a clue! Everything's fine!—You're doomed, you're through!...

The fog rolls in, obscuring the horizon The muted colors blend into one hue Melancholy looms within my being Is it the lack of sun? Or is it missing you? The waves lap at my feet along the shoreline I wish that you were here to hold my hand My heart is heavy, denser than the air As time moves like a million grains of sand My thoughts, they flit like hummingbirds that hover The distance in between and time apart Have let t...