**Note: these are actually two takes on the same concept. I’ve been toying with idea for a collection loosely based on the theme of childhood and the challenges of growing up. I’d love to know what you think of these pieces and if one works better than the other. Thanks for reading!**


Come inside
And rest.

Come inside
And let sun set

On summer singing,
Cool air scent
And sweat.

Come inside.
You’re tired;

Come inside
And leave your day

Of running,
Racing hearts
And play.

Come inside.
I’m frightened;

Come inside
And hide yourself

From cold stars.
Hard streets
And night.

Come inside.
I can’t lose you

My sweet boy.
My fragile one.
My life.


Come inside.
It’s getting dark

I know it’s hard
To resist

The summer singing.

Sun low in the sky.

A witness
To your day of striving

Heartache left on the street.

Thrill, racing,

The world holding its breath for you.

But if you linger
I’ll lose you to the waste,

For night is no place
For little boys.

I’ll lose you
To a hard life

Away from the sun,

Where you may lose love

As easily
As any other trifle,

Where all you’ll know
Is the dark line
And the cruel angle,

Where all there is
Is street and alley

And cold nothings.


For you to be here,

The sun retraced its steps

Back down the path of day.


For you to be here,

Again we learned to listen

To the song of your heart.


For you to be here,

Old sorrows had to rise

From the bottom of the sea


And ask why it was

You ever thought

To take your light away.

At the edge of night:

Look there! A frenzy of light.

Here, I am beyond

The city, its pulsing beat

It’s madness; is that my heart?

Somewhere in the Nineties

We are constructing
The architecture of dreams

Somewhere in the Nineties

Nobody tells us
It’s all just so much
Metaphysical scaffolding

Somewhere in the Nineties

We are navigating
Between novelty and dust

Somewhere in the Nineties

Nobody mentions
The obscurity
Of the crisis

Somewhere in the Nineties

We feel
The stars still have their powers

Somewhere in the Nineties

Nobody emerges
From behind the curtain
Of summer

Pain would be

Too obvious

As would be

This spectacle

Of reddened eyes

And ragged breaths

You would think

We would know

You well enough

By now.

"Have you checked

In the echo of the laughter?"

You say

"Or in the strong rush

Of hope

In your blood?"

Of course,

We haven't though of that

But we will

On the street where she lives

In the last
Desperate hour
Of sunlight.

On the walk home.

Under stars
Which know
Your story.

In what was never said.

In the silence
Where love lies

In the middle of a crowded room.

In the breathless
Of knowing.

When your eyes meet.

There are some

Who try living

In the light

Even with


In their hearts

The night is


In its quiet hours

Of those

Who search

Between shadows

For a

Rumour of


No, don’t tell me

If this is real

Or if

I’ve made myself

A story

Out of starlight


The rushing of my heart


The fate within your smile

No, just

Let it be

A moment

A life

We can sing out

Into the silence

Of tomorrow

In the freshness

Of night


Only the stars

Remember our names


The city dissolves

Into thrill and shadow


And you should be with me,

Free as I am


Flowing through darkness

My soul unbound


It should always be us here

Dreaming and playing


Growing together

As our hearts fill with summer

I’ll let you down

Just like before


I’ll miss it

Or ignore it


Or deny it

Like before


I’ll fail to see

That flash in your eye


When you scream

Through flowers


Or when you

Crack the sky


You’ll steal my breath

Until I see stars


I’ll be dazzled

For a moment


But then

I’ll forget


You’ll flit

Between heartbeats


And in sweet

Fading smiles


But I’m a fool

I’ll betray you


Just like before

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