What do you want from me
Tell me what it is you need...
We were fearfully and wonderfully made,
built to endure endless onrushing of strife...
Go there for your rota
There for your orders...
The “gothic” girl you sit next to in math
Has old scars running up and down her left arm...
The paradox of life
is sometimes you need...
Laid here is so strange
A place without a door...
In the dark, things grow so old.
With no warmth to be felt...
More valuable life
With more ways to measure...
Wise words
Bedim the cruelty...
Wise words
On naive ears...
Your small sharp intake of breath
The rapid beating of your heart...
I used to call Australia my tangerine dream:
an island I wanted to peel apart...