All night Skype.

A ghost rises into the sky It's ancient silver palate is engrained with the impression of the vastness of the sky, a velvet blanket to cover us both with the grace of 3 am silence.

Searching; fifty shades of sight

Chapter 3

I place my trust in everything

I've been on the train today united in a shooting star no steam in sight or the haul of thunder. A quiet and meandering journey where bridges and lakes beseech the weary traveller

your throat overflows

Your throat overflows With a liquid scream But your throat is glutted You swallow your scream Your teeth are clenched The Highness applauds. He sits back- joins his hands

HISTORY HAS SCISSORS

the hazy past

Cava to her Cocaine

I’m like those furry boots you buy from Tesco when you can’t afford Uggs. I’m like Sainsbury’s Basics chocolate that tastes like crap once you’ve eaten Lindt.

afterthought nausea

afterthought nausea left by the coffee now two days gone left by the sleep ignored for so long left by the mess of the unrighted wrong afterthought nausea.

Two Years' Time

will you be ready in two years' time, or will I still be waiting then? in 5 years, 10 years? will it end? this a game of your design. it's hopeless this imagined love

Hold Back the Tears

when you sit on the sideline of life watching the world go by

She Accepted Me

She’s so much a Filipino girl - Happy and Caring

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