The opposite of love is love

If love was only a figure of speech, I would agree. It would mean pain and love at the same time, at least to me. The opposite is a knife to my back from everyday, a form, like an overdose of loving...

The colour of what is left

See how the silhouette of happy stands with open eyes. Shadows of the days we have forgiven, we can’t despise. Memorabilia opens her heart to welcome us. Mercy may never motion to hatred to...

For What It’s Worth

Your shoes are big Bigger than my feet can fit I’m still mixing the clay I’m still moulding my heart Just so it is large enough For you to live in it The clay broke again And though I...

Forgive Me If I Don’t Believe You

I didn’t know he was married. He was the taste of being young. We had met at that night party Damian was a tall fine bottle of wine. I drank too much of him, And we both woke up in his bed. His...

In The Middle Of A Dream

Glorious day in a fruitful garden, Red ripe fruits, and yellow ones too. Green leaves on giant masquerade trees, Birds are singing, the wind is dancing softly It’s me, you, and this beauties of...

Tragedy Has A Happy Ending

For those who were not born, even Tanner lost his butterfly, there’s always a price for freedom. We build our own walls to keep us in, we never know when to quit, but tragedy surely has a happy...

Tanner Lost His Butterfly

When the night agreed to come before the morning to frighten his memory, Tanner wasn’t ready. Sunlight was a better neighbour who was never afraid of the dark. It was easy to float and fade...