Words unsaid

"One eye open. One still in a dream."


are free to go.
Your shackles are broken,
ropes untied.

Take care of those bruises,
they will heal,
you’ll find a better prison
than me,


Hard to love,
hard to please,
hard to hold,
my heart in place.

It’s all right,
I understand.
How do you love me,
when I don’t love myself?

The little white boat

Times are troubled
the current too strong,
winds too powerful,
waves too rough.

The little white boat
will crash and turn,
but never topple,
with you here.

Hold my hand, Jesus.
Don’t let go.
Stay with me, Jesus.
I don’t want to go.

The waves crashed,
the wind howled,
the current ran,
with all its might.

But still it stood,
the little white boat,
with Jesus holding,
its sails afloat.


Past –
Best friend. Boy friend. Future.
Present –
No boy, no best, no friend.


Gone too soon,

is not just for tombstones.

It’s for you and me,

and everything we never had.

Every day blessing

When the sky lights up with colour
I always think of you.


You are the dawn of the day
The light seeping in.

You are the clouds that run
And the rain that splatter;

You are the breeze on my hair
The chill on my skin.

You are the tinkling waves
The salt that digs in.

You are the thunder in my heart
The lightning of my soul.

You are God’s best creation,
My every day blessing.

I love you.

Heavy heart

Muse I must,
with no slate
to write
my hearts content.

It’s simple really.

In your arms,
I have found my home.

Where were you all along?

Two people, fumbling for words

“For once in my life I’ve got someone who needs me,
someone I’ve needed so long.
For once unafraid I can go where life leads me,
and somehow I know I’ll be strong.
For once I can touch,
what my heart used to dream of;
Long before I knew someone warm like you –
could make my dreams come true.
For once in my life I won’t let sorrow hurt me,
not like it’s hurt me before.”

– Sinatra

For once in your life you can rest your heart,
and be assured its taken care of.
For once in your life
you can build a home out of a person,
and know it’s permanent shelter.

For once in your life
know that you are home.

His no more

When my walls tumbled,
his footsteps grew faint
in the distance.

The word thief

The word thief left
with his words,
sewn tightly
in to a book
in the shape of my heart.

Borrowed words II

I want to sit with you on a lonely beach
and dig my feet into the sand.
I want to lie down flat and hold you tight
cause I want to be prepared.
I want to know the date,
I want to know the time,
I want every memory down.
‘Cause the day I hear the four letter word
I don’t want to leave the ground.

Some heros are masked wordsmiths

It’s not just you
But it’s not just you alone anymore too.

I don’t love you for what I see
I love you for who you can be,
Who you want to be,
who I can help you to be.

You are too much like me
I am your friend. Yours to unleash.
Use me.
I want to be the hero Gothem needs

Some poems are just beautiful drivel


– S.

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