People are Different

People are raw. 

People are messy and complex. 

It's so easy to look at someone and assume you've got it all figured out. But stepping out of that comfort zone, moving forward, looking in on people. Through their hearts and their lives, every quirk and disaster that built them, that takes strength. A strength so many people are scared to reach out for. Different is good. Messy is beautiful. We are who we are, and that is no little feat. Existing together, acceptance, that's the point of it all...

Too Often I escape to MYSELF

I make a home out of my own body.

I feel safe within my own skin.

Sometimes I travel far away from my body 

Its quite a journey to come back.

On some days lights will mislead us on roads 

we are not supposed to roam. 

Darling, just sometimes, here and there, 

let the darkness carry us home.

And once I've made it back,

I feel the whole world is my home.

Being MYSELF in my DREAMS

Somewhere, in the middle of the night,

As I sleep with the windows open

Letting those breezes caress my face

Healing my soul,

I fly without wings.

I love the ONE & she loves me back,

There's no one to cut my wings

Or shoot me down by their words,

Neither is there anyone to stop us

From loving each other.

At least,

I'm being MYSELF in my DREAMS! 

Monster in me

I look at my reflection and don't see myself,

I see all of them who made me.

You slam your body against me

Reminding me I'm alive.

The monster in me is always hungry,

and remember I'm just few steps behind you.

She came for the monster in me.
I touched him.
Twisted his stars within his shadows.
I had become her nightmare.

But little did she know,
She was looking for a twig in the forest.

Better a Monster, than an Arrogant God

Bleach Me Clean

When I was little my Mum called the bumps in the road sleeping policemen.

Early one morning I went out frantic with a spade,

Tried to crack the cement where I thought they were buried.

My spade couldn’t slice through the concrete, 

And I imagined them struggling to breathe under the ground.

I spent hours crying because I knew what it felt like to be trapped as well.

 

Every week my Dad took me swimming and I let my body float.

It was the place I could be a paradox:

By that I mean Holding my breath was the way that I knew how to be alive,

By that I mean That I was a graph looking for my coordinates

By that I mean I was a sky looking for my constellations I was just a person.

 

I was looking for you

The only way for the ache to stop

Was when my lungs turned static in the blue.

 

Now I am older,

my body sings when it is submerged

I am underwater:

Being with you is like;

Diving underwater and the Blue is impossible and the blue it surrounds me:

And the chlorine burns my eyes- And bleaches me clean.