Give me your time

Your thoughts

A piece of your world

In return

I’ll give you

My love

My art

My half broken empty words.


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Sweet nothings


The wind in my hair
Having discovered a friendship rare
Sitting on a bench in the park
The peace I find in the dark

These are not everything,
But the sweet nothings

Wearing your favourite socks
The tick tock of the clock
A warm sweet hug
Drinking coffee from your favourite mug
These are not everything,
But the sweet nothings

The dance of dust in the sun’s rays
The happy ending of weekdays
Reading a meaningful book
Sharing a joke in a single look
These are not everything,
But the sweet nothings

Finding your long lost favourite pen
Remembering the games you played when you were ten
A pretty card made
Watching the sunlight fade
These are not everything,
But the sweet nothings

The sparkling lake in the morning light
An unexpected increase in height
Getting a great compliment
Defeating a strong competent
These are not everything,
But the sweet nothings

Often ignored in the day’s rush
But each day is made special
By these sweet nothings.


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Grey green 


Life is bleeding away from my veins

Ashes moving down my throat

Grey green trees shed their leaves on me

The black clouds accept me as one of their own.

Voices are shrieking, thunder is roaring

I’m beyond reach now

In the warmth of death’s envelope

You won’t get me now.


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Dear diary


Dear diary,

I’m scared, of each second, each day. I’m in fear of new faces and old, the feelings they arouse in me. I feel like an intruder in my skin. The breaths I take should be silent, my movements, unnoticeable. No trace of me should be there, not in being, not in memories. I find myself distributing pieces of me to make myself believe, I too exist.

Someday I fear, I’ll vanish from this space and no one will remember me. For I am that way, forgettable, ignorable. I feel I should stick to the wall and become a part of it or maybe if I’m silent enough, people will forget all about me.

Yet it never happens.

I’ve known bad all my life. I wish all were equally bad, so that I could blame them for being the way I am.

But it is all me, only me to blame. I carry the brunt of it everyday.


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Uncloth the truth
And lay down beside me
Touch me for the first time
Touch me, like you mean it
Let your fingers feel me
Let me feel you
Limbs and sweat and heated skin
Lips on lips on tongue on lips
Licks and sucks and bites
Marks, bruises, on my neck
My breasts, my tender flesh
Aching burning desire beneath
Pale feeble paper thin skin
Let me feel you
Let me become you
So there is no today, yesterday, tomorrow
Just now, now, now, now!


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I wonder if we’ll all grow up before we realise, we’ll be busy in our own lives. Jobs, stress, money, bills will occupy our mind. We won’t live, just survive.

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