dirty bus

There’s a big difference between a clean bus
And a dirty bus.

Although both take you
to where you need to go
And both will hoard random strangers
And both will have crying babies during inopportunely long journeys;

A dirt stained window obstructs all beauty that you may pass
Even if it’s right in front of your nose
Helping you fail
to realise
how picturesque the path is.




you are a reflection of everything i am not
you are the culmination for everything i have sought
you are the reason my own self i have fought
you are the spectre that haunts all my thoughts

you are the progress for which i have made
you are the power pumping blood in my veins
you are the loathing i express in my pain
you are the dreams i have spitefully slain

you are the mockingbird who sings me sweet lullabies
you are the image that keeps me up at night
you are photosynthesis culminated from light
you are the determinant of my courage and might

you are you are you are
you are a lot of things
you are you are you are
you are everything
yet i assign you to several entities
you are completely ridiculous
you are absurdly amazing

you give and you clip my two wings as i sing
the songs of my worries and wants,
just one thing,
i want you to want all the reasons you bring me

you are my universe
i just want you to want me



The opening of a brand new book
The day’s addiction finally unhooked
The initial crisp bite of a juicy red apple
The reward of deep seated challenges tackled

The ripping of packages freshly delivered
The hiss of a soda clicked off, anew
The drink that first intoxicates your liver
The time when “you” actually means “two”

The future friend introduced as a stranger
The wearing of newly bought clothes in the street
The sensation of fearing traumatic danger
The change that happens when you take a grand leap

These are the moments which initiate fragile beginnings
Each time, the flap of a butterfly’s wings
These are the memories that must last forever
For there is no end to the start of these things

This precious life, composed of habits
Circular, routine, and done without thought
Easy to grow confused and wreck havoc
From the love that is happily- sadly sought

Remember the look you once placed on your lovers
How it grew from enchantment to madness, then pain
Maintain a distance to compose composure
In reflection, recollection, circumspection, in rain.

Watch the hate melt away into dreary forgiveness
In yourself, in them, in the need for disdain
Recall the support of the many others
Who stayed in your life while you’d gone insane

Be in love with yourself
In the silence of solitude
Be aware of your mood
And what you wish to do

Before you forget what is ultimately true,
This love aims to cradle sweet life
Which is you.