I miss the person I thought you were

Oh my God it hurts,

I didn’t think it did,

I didn’t think it could.

I thought that my rage for you,

would burn through our friendship,

 

charring whatever feeling I had.

But now, in the lonely night,

when the darkness whispers for me to be honest,

if only with myself and the night’s sympathetic ear.

I say it aloud, what I feel but shouldn’t feel;

‘I miss you and I want you to miss me’

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I am a Sunflower, I am a Garden

I am anxiety and kindness,

wrapped in hazel eyes and a sweet smile.

Even when darkness coils through my chest,

sunlight still extends through my mouth.

I love myself, my soul and my heart,

I don’t mind if no one else does.

I am strong, with shoulders that bear the pain of others,

and arms that carry my heart, bursting with love.

My intelligence is the tenacity of the lioness,

no adder’s tongue slips through my teeth.

My mind is expanding like the universe,

my talent growing like a sunflower.

I am a Garden that does not need to be tilled,

that does not need light.

My strength comes through the ground,

from  the roots beneath your feet,

from the earth and her inherent kindness,

whom you have forgotten.

The vow of my bursting heart

Stop and think of all the atrocities you know of.

How awful, that we see the scenes of war in our living rooms,

and remain vaguely detached.

How awful, that we see death and brutality, more publicised than ever,

but cannot bring ourselves to climb out of our minds and care about it.

Perhaps no heart is big enough to carry the sadness of the human race.

But compassion is our saving grace, and I will try, I swear I will try,

to care about every single person who crosses my path.

When did the stars lose their magic?

I wish I could still see the beauty of the night,

Instead of the emptiness of house windows and the desolation of pavements.

I wish I could find the halogen streetlights enchanting,

Instead of seeing the loneliness of their orange hearts and forlorn glow.

I wish I could wish upon the stars in the velvet darkness,

Instead of knowing with cold clarity that they are dead and billions of miles from me.

When, I wonder, did the night become sad? When did the streetlights become cold?

When did the stars lose their magic?

The West Wind

I feel so angry that this blond buffoon  and his blatant racism appeals to so many. The world feels like it is shifting irrecoverably towards hatred and intolerance. The climate of fear is like a room full of gas and I can’t help feeling like Trump may not even be the spark to ignite it. I feel like something even more terrible is coming. Something so terrible that it will turn the political spectrum and public opinion on its head. Whether if it’s a race riot that ends in deaths or a terrorist attack on a scale greater than 9/11 or a world leader setting up an internment camp or a ban on public worship. Something is going to happen and I hope I can keep a clear, logical and ,above all, kind head when it does.