Always and Forever

I will follow you into the dark

Always and forever,

Where goodbyes chase us to the ends

Of the earth

And back again

I will follow you

I will find you

We will be together again

Always and forever.

I would have never let you go

You never would have slept again

I would have always been at your side

Where I should have been

I would have held you up every second of every day

Because a thousand years

With you would never have been


I need you,

I need you more than you need me

I need you every day

I always will



I am Briefly and completely 

All-consumed by an 

Immediate and horrific 


At the state of my life 

At the state of life 

“And what do you do to soothe this ailment” 


Why change my understanding 

My fleeting 




And passion 

For what is before me 

For what makes me, 


This crippling 

And violent 


Which blinds me to all the 

 Colours of the day 

And fills me with nothing but grey 

In grey you see all, 

What should, what could, 

What must have been,


I could never change that. 
Bask in the anger. 

Bask in the pure fury 

Of the moment 
For that, is truly



Send me your heart,
Your soul.
Don’t show me your body,

Don’t be like everyone else.
Push me,

Make me ache,
Make me feel for you in ways your body

Simply can’t.


Show me more.

Be more than skin

And blood.

And bone.


Be naked in the truest form of the word:

Show me your fears,

Show me your pain,
Let me see what tears at you,
What keeps you up at night

In the witching hours,

Your primal side


And then

When you are nothing,


I will see you nude.


I dated a girl 

With “enough is enough” 
Tattooed on her arms 
On her spine was “is” 
So when they were apart 
Each arm was 
But her spine – 
Her spine was 
IS her spine 
IS her body
IS her soul 
Is to be more than here 
She was where she was 
But she is: 
A good fuck 
When the world caved in 
She was the universe 
If every second is 
If every breath is 
She was enough


Writer’s Block

There comes a point

Where you look at yourself and think:

This is it.


This is where it ends.


Every word you put out is toxic, it comes back at you

As something else


None of its right.


Because you can’t write

And your god given gift of being a god

In every world you write

Is stricken


With your inability to

Put the pen to paper – stop being such a slacker!


Have a drink, take a hit

Might as well, everything you’ve been scratching down


Has gone to shit.


It’s different when a writer can’t write,

Sure, maybe the sun is still bright –

But for a dreadful moment, you’re normal.