Fool

I'm a fool

I tell myself everyday that I am a fool

I am a fool
because
I  fell for you

I fell in the hole of a hope of a love

a love

that stays in the hopeless state


So help me up and out of here

I really don't want to stay here

because anything is better than staying here

so help me;
help me unfall in love


















Though I'm only a fool for you...

Hand Eye Coordination

a hand runs across the desk

feeling the wood under their tiny tips

small pea eyes dart around the desk

watching the ants march past the tomato coloured dress

time passes and things grow

the hands learn to hold 

hope, dreams, butterflies and ice cream

flowers, spoons, juice boxes and looney toons

the hands will grow, to hold much more

the eyes grow bigger

as they seem something smaller

a little snail, crawling on the floor

admiring the magnitude of this tiny life near their door

time passes and the curiosity ceases 

the hand now writes

of colourless themes 

their world is black and white

ink flows on paper, it seems like so forever

the eyes now tired,

search for greys 

in their bounded milieu

of bustling bodies and bothersome nobodies

time moves on quietly

a hand lays on the bed sheet

feeling the cloth against the limp being

eyes close down 

letting sleep take over them, the tiredness having won 

time finally stops

for them.

Sand

Dreams are like sand on the beach

You can build castles with them
or let them blow in the breeze 

It sticks to your body 

just like memories

It washes up from time to time

from the sea

You carry it with you in your clothes

Just like the box of memories
that you always keep on yourself

Reminds you of the beach wherever you go

pulls you back for even more

The sea invites you and the sand enlights you 

That it changes and shifts 

and like time, runs out of your hands

You grasp it, hold it, try to bottle it up

like all the feelings that move inside you

like waves of the ocean

where your heart is a ship

that must survive the storms with it



You can vacuum, it, dust it, burn it or mould it

into a glass jar to hold it

like the big friendly giant who caught dreams

and blew them for sweet night's sleep






"Romeo: I dreamt a dream tonight

Mercutio: And so did I

Romeo: Well, what was yours?

Mercutio: That dreamers often lie"

~Shakespeare
(Romeo And Juliet 
Act I Scene IV )

Blue

Blue is a colour to some

It means a fear or failure of love 

Blue is the king of colours and shades

No matter how many royals wear red capes

Blue is a feeling that comes over us 

When we're numb, drunk or sobering up 

Blue is the sign that there is light in the sky 

Blue is why our hearts don't beat the same

Because blue doesn't hold any meaning without you 

Because blue was your favourite colour

2 a.m.

At night

I'm afraid of the daylight

I hear my alarm ringing in my head 

It drives into me like anxiety makes its home in my chest

3 a.m. is an altered reality 

But I'm too afraid to sleep 

Afraid to fall in the dark abyss where I see things I don't want to see

Things that are a bitter reminder of what could've been and what I could've had

Things as bitter as the smell of chocolate in the air 

Things as bitter as the realisation of comparing everyone's eyes to your incomparable expression 

Things as bitter as falling for you, for your lies and for your truths

But sometimes I can't stay up till 3 .

Sometimes exhaustion takes toll on my body 

And I become a fossil embedded in the mattress of the bed 

Hip bones and ribs, with arms wrapped around

Excavated by my lovers in the morning

Resurrected with a kiss on the cheek