My fall from grace is one to be studied; a beloved jazz singer, musician director and messiah all in one place into a man laying half dead at the bottom of a flight of stairs in a New York train station. People would queue up for hours to hear a lisp of my voice and now they prefer to look away… That’s life.

The ciders I would drown myself in would be hand crafted from the orchards in the garden ...

A model will come in today for my painting. I do not know her name, her looks or anything other than her phone number. We crossed paths like ships in the night; never to meet again. To draw the same thing twice is to essentially tie a knot on any opportunities of future drawing as you will get too obsessed over this one feature. This is fine though; once she leaves then I can find another model. I...

What is it that is under your surface?

Have you even the slightest clue?

A story that changes every time it is told,

The new tale different to last one,tenfold.

You can cover up all that you don’t know,

And parade all of your lies as if it a show.

Nothing is to cry over and nothing is to bawl,

What emotions can be found in a hollow doll?

Do you prefer the city or the country-side?

You have exp...

Picture this; an invitation hand signed from you for me to come to her party.

An obvious cover for you to enjoy my company

The way you stare at me blissfully thinking I don’t catch your beautiful sage eyes in my direction.

A winding temptation that reaches back months from our first meet,

You could see a future in me in which I could see ours,

Your innocent grin that only few have been lucky to se...

Whether it listen or not, I talk to the wind,

It’s trustworthy nature being one of glory

No knowledge of my name, nor my tongue,

Just knowing of the troubles in my story.

The wind takes a weight of your chest,

It puts one’s state entirely to ease,

Facing a direction no one will see,

Looking in a direction that the troubles of life become whispers in the wind.

No two whispers are the same,

Though...

Man in the mirror,

Who is it that you are?

It feels no matter where I go,

You are never far.

I understand you mirror man,

For you are similarly coy,

You are not an object to played,

You are not a toy.

Mirror man everyone can see,

Nobody can seem to avoid you,

Why don’t you like it?

You can’t just be let be.

You enjoy it mirror man,

You grow so fond so quick,

You can’t seem to leave others,

Pra...

Should it have been me?

Is it selfish to assume?

What’s happened happened,

I will presume.

What purpose does my life serve if I can’t connect with another?

Like a painkiller for someone who is numb,

Like a baby for an irrational mother.

Without someone I am as useless,

like a beautiful peony in a dead man’s garden.

Though I think I am not honest,

I think you aren’t to blame,

You are proof that...

I’m not a perfect person; that’s what the world would say about me. You wanna know why I did it? You wanna know what turns a nice human being into a sick cold blooded creature that lives off of the scum on the streets? Society and its compelling needs to label. I don’t expect you to understand me as I don’t understand myself. My dad had the same issue, but then he went and killed my mother. Labels...

Solemnly, he sits in his leather chair as time moves slow and thin, staring at the mantle piece,

The haunted captures have seen him shrivel and bend,

Monotone photographs rest easy on the mantle,

With ghosts for unattended company, and for friends.

He wasn’t there alone. He had his captains, generals, friends.

A collage of suffering that lingers in his home.

He had a job to do so why should h...

If you were to give a man a mask then his true self will be revealed. The idea came from Oscar Wilde and it shows that if humans can’t be recognised, they will do horrible things. This doesn’t apply to me though, as I do not know what I am. All that remains are remnants of what lies I have conjured up. I have learned that I lie a lot; even when the truth is accepted. But if truth is stronger than ...