Poetry

The Island

The Island Take me back half a decade to the streets of Sydney and autumn sun on the leaves of Centennial Park with Colin Meloy in my ears telling me it'll be alright in that love hate drawl while I love hate the girl that forced me there alone to walk the streets of Sydney… Continue reading The Island

Poetry

Untitled

  Untitled You are jumping to conclusions I am falling into line You are driving fast at answers I am leaning on you hard We are terrified of freezing, To stop swimming is to drown So the muscles keep on pummelling The skin into the ground- You are worried you're replaceable I'm scared that you are… Continue reading Untitled