Not letting inconvenience ruin the beauty of life.

I'm sorry, I mumbled, as they walked into me I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been there I'm sorry, I just couldn't see I'm sorry, I wasn't all too aware I'm sorry for existing I've been a bit too much, I'm sorry I didn't want your touch, I'm sorry There's just a lot going on, I'm sorry I'm feeling withdrawn, I'm sorry I'm sorry for existing I'm sorry, you should take my seat I'm sorry, you should go first I'm sorry, your trying to be sweet I'm sorry, you see me at my worst I'm sorry for existing Sorry for being sad Sorry for taking up space Sorry for not looking at you Sorry for constantly asking how you’re doing Sorry for not being present I know you're not mad I do want your embrace I do love your face I do want to stare into your eyes I'm sorry My mind is telling me lies I don't apologise because I'm sorry I do it because I worry That one day our love will cease to be cheery You'l...

Sitting by the glass In the rains embrace Staring at the grass Dreaming of another place But even though I’d rather be with you I know there’s still work to do Taking pen to sheet All these thoughts racing out But it just feels incomplete I’m trapped by self-doubt Because even though I know There’s lots of work to do I’d love a cup of espresso And an afternoon with you A wave of warmth comes Almost like an embrace Feels like a warmth in my lungs I’m just imagining your face When you read this verse There’s still work to do I love to converse With myself about you

Every day is full of moments fleeting. How will I know I've found the right one. Only the times when my heart is beating. Looking to exist when the day has begun. We live in them as a rule of thumb. Or we get lost in times gone by. Each moment is what our lives become. The present is so difficult to quantify. Are we living in the moment? Always though we had been. Time is our endless opponent. The past and the future? We're stuck in between.

We just don’t mix together, Like photography and poetry. The choreography of a picture is often confusing, I’d spend a lot of time musing about colours and lines to no avail. But you’ve always had a skilful disposition when holding camera. I’d wonder if it’s was wilful that you’d always think of composition. Photography remains a mystery to me. It’s buried in a beautiful history Bound by the need to capture every moment, Where each component builds towards a memory. You’d say photos are like a story, That the environment speaks through the frame. But it doesn’t have to be auditory, Any tale you see is fair game. Writing poetry is pretty distinct, Poems and emotions have always been linked. I try my best to write from the heart If the words are full of meaning does it become art? Normally a poem provides a feeling. Sometimes they can sound appealing. I found the best ones can be revealing. I’d be teeming with ideas one second, Thinking better of them the next. Inspiration comes to those...

My existence is streamlined and my life forever foiled, Consistently boiled down to a career with so many rules I must adhere. Lost in my mind. Life is unforgiving but I continue living in fear that it’s all there is. Surely the mind should be better designed to deal with itself like a functioning adult rather than a bumbling child but alas I’m resigned. Lost in my mind. I was born by the wish of another, but I’m still lost in my mind, Life is stuck at a standstill but my future seems outlined. I’m sworn to make my mother proud, Sorry, just stop me. I'm thinking aloud. Lost in my past. Waking up trapped in a vicious cycle. Getting wrapped up in a repetitious trend. When finally, I got around to admitting a few people seemed to comprehend. Now I know there’s no shortcut for healing that’s fine. Just lost in my emotions. Perhaps by design everyone has to descend through hell once just to know what it’s like. We just go through the motions pretending that we’re not hiding our emotio...

Nearly through the day Thoughts run astray dreaming of profit and loss Oh, for fucks sake the boss is pissed for no reason. Seems it’s the season for every trivial grievance, To be far bigger than they deserve. Leaving the office trying to preserve decorum. They always say “It’s an open forum” but their interpretation is shit. It’s not an opportunity to be demeaning... bloody hypocrite. Relax. Keep composure. Almost done. Storming to the stairs. A bit too much exposure. Who cares? You're seeing squares, rushing downstairs Bursting to the street remarking “next person I meet...” Wandering, looking fairly hostile not looking to beguile This unlucky chaps in for a fucking scrap You're boiling over staring, they just glance and smile Thinking about swearing, keeping stance but you can’t because, Damn it’s been a while and a smile is just so versatile Turning up in the morning to a few staff sick Always learning that people are unreliable It’s certainly justifiable but a fucking pai...

When I lock eyes with you, I think I’m ready, Remember back when we mentioned steady. But the words are waiting on the brink of my mind, If we keep on dating it'll start to get frustrating. Hey, I think I... Have something I want to say. I want to wait for a good day or a time you'll meet me halfway, Fine, ok, my friends are right I’ll just say goodnight and hold it in. Every time we bring it up, I fall upon a scapegoat, The words stay trapped in my throat. “No worries, let's talk later” You’ve always had the casting vote. I’m just a collaborator in your work of art. Deep in my wounded heart I’m scared That I’ll look stupid having declared all I feel You know what compared to never admitting and trying to conceal, I’d rather just tell you how I feel. Hey, I have something I want to say, No, it can’t delay any more. The sky is magical and hard to ignore. Deciding the good will outweigh any outcome therefore; This night with the stars above you, It's time for me to say I ...

Yeah, I’m an optimist but there was something I missed; It can be so easily dismissed, what a bloody twist! Yeah, I’m optimistic that it’s all going downhill, but maybe we can take a minute and chill? I try to see people as holistic but that's just simplistic and optimistic. Now look, I’m sorry that maybe I made you worry my mind is clouded; my optimism is shrouded. Consider for a minute taking a breath and a pause. Optimism is great unless of course it's fake and comes with a clause. I’m not optimistic for myself, it's altruistic. Some people live in the dark. Come on, friends, have a heart. Yeah, I’m optimistic. It might be uncharacteristic and artificial. But as long as it remains beneficial then yeah, I’m optimistic.