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Chasing Mavericks

One, two, three;
Time the waves, discover the rhythm.
Four, five, six;
On your marks, get set, dive.
Seven, eight, nine;

Under your foamy swell,
Your currents twirl me in a tango.
In your ocean that is a dance floor,
The navy consumes me.
But in the darkness, 
A single ray pierces the night. 
A strobe that sends my heart thumping,
Da-dum, da-dum, da-dum.

In your waters, 
I’m drowning.
Lungs screaming,
Yearning to gasp as your white mares neigh.
In the hushed serene,
Your stolen kisses break me.

Yet, though breaking, I’m yielding.
In your waters, your sea, your ocean,
I’ve never felt so alive. 
Never felt my heart hit so hard,
Never felt my longing stretch so far.

How long can one survive without oxygen?
How long can one explore the depths before the pressure cracks?

But maybe, maybe one day,
I’ll follow your light, 
Break the surface,
Top up these vacant lungs, 
Clamber onto my surf board,
And surf your magnificence. 

And when that day comes, if that day comes,
There you’ll find me,
A stallion, howling in the sun, 
Complete.
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WATERS

One foot in front the other,
I slowly tread towards your waters.
Dip my toes in your warmth,
As I pray for the moon to emerge,
And summon high tide.


I thirst to reside in you.
Cast your bones aside,
Turn the tap and bathe in your waters.
Throw my head back and float your waves.
A slave to your currents.


As your breath slips, and your gentle hum howls,
I feel your riptide pull,
Drawing me in, drowning me in passion.
A faint line on the horizon spells the shore,
But I’m unafraid.


A servant to your seas,
I cruise your vessels.
Hoist the sails and,
Navigate your anatomy.
As your light beckons me home,
Your beating house calls for me,
And I whiz to embrace you.
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ways

Maybe it’s time to let the old ways die
Maybe it’s time to let the new ways cry


In this game of chess
I move, you move
Your lips on mine, your hips on mine
We borrow time, we borrow love
We fall through starry sk-eyes
Staring into the deep brown 
I feel, you feel
We feel, we emote, but we shield 
Pull short before I let you in


Maybe it’s time to let the old ways die
Maybe it’s time to let the new ways cry


In this game of Russian roulette 
Who’ll be the first surrender?
Will you fall only to push me away?
Will I keep building walls to keep you out?
Will we ever succumb to becoming more?
Or will we keep lying in bed, whispering truthful lies?


Maybe it’s time to let the old ways die
Maybe it’s time to let the new ways cry


On egg shells I tread
Soft footprints on the sand 
Easily swept, keep my path in the dark
As we build these sandcastles
I know, you know, we know but we’ll never say 


Maybe it’s time to let the old ways die
Maybe it’s time to let the new ways cry


We’ll never be, you’ll never see
For every step you take, you pave the tale with a false narrative 
And that’s okay
I’ll protect your truth, safe in my heart
And shield you from what could be 


Maybe it’s time to let the old ways die
Maybe it’s time to let the new ways cry


Borrowed time, artisanal love 
Checking one day at a time 
Stepping closer one day at a time 
Closer to you, closer to the end


Maybe it’s time to let the old ways die
Maybe it’s time to let the new ways cry
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Seasons

I fell for you when the days were short,
I loved you when the days grew,
And the suns were hot.
Despite your missing sunshine,
My love remained, stubborn and unyielding.
Now the days grow short,
And so it goes.
8pm, the sun dwindles and the lights go on,
Once more, I’m starved of your light,
And I crave it, oh how I crave it.
Your sweet smile, your warmest touch, your open heart,
And so it goes.
In this homeless house,
I count the days, the weeks, the months,
’Til the days grow long,
And your rays shimmer through.
Grab my hand and pull me in,
For you, I’ll surrender.
Never to turn, never to close.
Like wet cement, your handprint remains etched on my heart.
And so it goes.
For you, always, vacant.
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somebody

Tattered flowers and broken flutes
Deafening emotions put on mute
A home to build, a home to dust
A heart so full set to rust
Surfing the wreck as we adjust
We try, we try and we try
You can wipe those tears dry but just know

Somebody wants you
Somebody needs you
Somebody loves you
And that somebody is me

Take a knee, tap thrice and let it go
Whisper goodbye and send me to the shadows
Maybe one day, one day we’ll glow
Again, and if we don’t, if we can't
Surrender my name and meet me in the afterglow
You push, I pull and you keeping pushing
You can wipe those tears dry but just know

Somebody wants you
Somebody needs you
Somebody loves you
And that somebody is me

And when you’re staring out your bedroom window
Eyes watering as the sun sets in its bed of orange
Know that I’m out there in the distance
Thinking of you, dreaming of you
Missing every square inch of you
Waiting for our paths to cross once more
And when your tears flood, just know

Somebody wants you
Somebody needs you
Somebody loves you
And that somebody is me
And that somebody is me
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In your eyes

In your eyes, I saw you
I saw a girl that I would come to love
I saw my best friend
I saw an ally that would help navigate my storms
I saw the smartest person I know
I saw the one that plagued my thoughts
In your eyes, I saw everything
In your eyes, I see everything but
A future
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Impression

As your weight presses on my chest,
I gravitate to your light. 
Synch to your breath,
Tense to your touch,
Relax to your kiss. 

In the crescent of your moon,
Your tide brushed through,
And washed this heart anew. 
A perfect canvas, where my
Sands dance to your rhythm. 
You pressed your hand to my chest, 
An impression you made:
a gentle hand. 
And the love you gave, 
Remains on this atria, 
Not a scar, 
Merely a handprint.
A memory of what was shared. 
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Privilege

I am selfish.
I am generous.
I am intolerable.
I am hilarious.
I am stupid.
I am smart.
I am naive.
I am wise.
I am cold.
I am loving.
I am burdensome.
I am helpful.
I am foreign.
I am white.
I am struggling.
I am privileged.
I am silent.
I am loud.
I am NOT racist.
I am ANTI racism.
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#BLM

In world so full of potential
In a race so full of diversity
Why must we facilitate this hatred?
Why can’t I look at my brother;
Tell him that I love him;
Tell him that the world accepts him;
Hold my arm around him;
And tell him that he’s safe;
That he’ll be alright? 
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WAIT

“Wait, won’t you?”
—“Of course.”
In the heat, in the cold,
In the dry, in the rain.
In the peace, in the tyranny,
In company, in solitude. 
Gladly, sadly.

“Wait, won’t you?”
Words you never uttered,
Words you knew you couldn’t. 
A question you never asked,
A question you knew the answer to. 
Rightly, wrongly. 

“Wait, won’t you?”
A sacrifice, 
Perhaps. 
A waste, 
Perhaps not. 
Good-day, Godspeed.