One year.

There are five
three six
three zero
of seconds
to fill in your life every year.
Eight seven
six thousand
hours to spend
on love or on hope or on fear.
Seventeen new ways to discover yourself.
One hundred new things that feel strange.
Ten friends
to help you remember yourself.
A billion of more of your tears.
There are four different countries
or more, if you can.
No limit to words on a page.
Three quarrels
four sorrys
too much doubting yourself
but infinite new ways to change.
One lesson.
Two heartbreaks.
One love always there.
Two houses, but only one home.
So many times that you could have said yes
the most important of all you said no.
A whole year of memories
just once round the sun
and countless ways to count time.
The only times I’ll remember forever
are the times that I made this year mine.

The Fermi Paradox

A universe so endless
Perhaps a trillion different galaxies
More stars than there are numbers for
Every opportunity and fantasy.
That means there must be something else
To fuel our search for nothing,
It’s what we’ve all been fighting for.
It’s all that we can trust in.
But maybe we are all alone,
And if that turns out to be true,
Then, when we decide to push the button,
It won’t be about me or you.
Because if you want to, we can kill ourselves
Destroy our planet, rape our earth
Take the fortune we’ve been given,
This civilisation from its birth,
And we could end it all right now,
It would make a lot of sense,
If the universe wants it that way
Let’s forget all the pretense.
The others never made it
If they had, we would have seen them
The probables too infinite
To believe we have such freedom
Or we could choose another way
(But this will never happen)
We could be the first in all of everything
To own another planet.
Instead let’s all just kid ourselves
And think we mean more on our own
Believe that inward, selfish happiness
Is all we need to know.
It’s easier that way, you think?
Than to fight through the next blocks
Perhaps the biggest still to come.
That’s the Fermi Paradox.

See yaaaaa

Try to make me hate goodbye
When goodbye ends the loneliness
Try to make me hate goodbye
When leaving gives me wholeness
Try to make me hate goodbye
But hello was just a word anyway
Try to make me hate goodbye
As if you forced me out, I couldn’t stay
Try to make me hate goodbye
You think I’m scared of changing
Try to make me hate goodbye
When there’s a whole world to rearrange in
Try to make me hate goodbye
Did you believe that you could cage me?
Try to make me hate goodbye
Your arrogance made you lazy
Try to make me hate goodbye
Because you’re the one scared I’m leaving
What you didn’t know is that I love goodbye
It’s how I know that I’m achieving.

The story of the puppet.

You can only write
The things you know
?
Like the puppet master
Who knows his puppet
Who controls his puppet
?
Who decides
When he sings
And when he dances
And when he smiles
At what
?
Who chooses
When he is happy
And when he is angry
Or when he is tired of
The show
?
Who tells him
Now be brave
It is time to change
Because he feels lost
Even when he isn’t
Alone
?
Who agrees
When he cuts his strings
And grows some wings
To take back
Control
?
Who knows
?
Remember, puppet
You can only write
The things you know
.

Thought of the day.

Go the opposite way to the flow
Stand up to the flow
Let the flow ebb around you, instead
Push the flow as far away as
you can
Resist the flow
Walk away from the flow
Do. Not. Feed. The. Flow.
Make the flow, your flow
Shake off every last remnant of the flow
Show the flow who is the boss
Laugh at the flow
Remember
You cannot be compared to the flow
Whatever you do
Do
Not
Ever

Go

With
The
Flow.

No words.

How do I write
the same as I think
a thought will appear
and sometimes it may
stay
and play
or I will send it
on its way.
I could mould it
try to control it
make it part of
something bigger
or not.
It does not always work.
Either way, it’s just a thought.
I am happy it was there.
And maybe one day
I will have another
and it will make me think
why do I write
now that
is an interesting question.

I promise me.

I promise that I’ll never lie to you
I promise I won’t break your heart
I promise to help you move forward
so that you finish whatever you start
I promise to always believe in you
In turn, make you believe you can’t fail
I promise to pick up the pieces
when all of your plans get off railed
I promise to always defend you
even though we both know that sometimes you’re wrong
I promise that I’ll keep you focussed
when the road feels so hard and so long
I promise to tell you I love you
to make sure that you always feel special
I promise I won’t let you give up
Because I believe you have so much potential
I promise to never make promises
that I know that I cannot keep
And that means you know you can trust me
with the secrets you bury so deep
I promise that I’ll always be there
even when you think you’re completely alone
I promise I’ll listen to all of the fears
you thought you had all on your own
I promise to take you to places
to make sure that you always feel free
And this time you can trust every promise
They are promises I made with me.

Things my dog has taught me.

How to pick up poo.
How to carry bags of toys that he will never chew.
Because he is too busy chewing the chair that I am sitting on.
How to play.
How to walk.
How to keep walking beside him when he wants to lay down.
And give up.
How to pick up poo.
How to tell when he needs me.
How to admit that he needs me.
How to see when he is thirsty or tired or hungry or cold.
Or scared.
How to know when he is scared.
How to make him feel safe.
How to make myself feel safe.
How to speak without saying.
Anything at all.
How to speak to all the people who want to speak to him and not to me.
How to let myself think that maybe or possibly they do.
How to think of someone else every minute of every day.
How to see what is important.
Is what is important.
How to give a shit what someone else thinks of me.
And have that someone else matter.
How to want to be better and live better and love better because I owe it to him.
And to me.
How to recognise that I owe it to me.
How to feel loved.
How to pick up poo.

Ben.

Enough.

I am not going to say it again
I said it twice before
I wish I had said it more times
I wish I never had to say it
I wish it was the first
and last
thing I had said
I thought it more than I said it
I said it to everyone but you
I said it and I lied
I said it and I did not
I realised
you cannot just say it
words do not work that way
just saying them
is just words
and you might as well
say potato.

 

The other half of me.


I wrote this for my twin sister on our birthday.

Half of a square has three angles
Half of a Bill is a Ben
Half of forever is always
Half of twenty makes ten
Half of a why is just why not
Half of ‘let’s do it’ is ‘now’
Half of a question that answers itself
Half of ‘I can’t’ turns to ‘how?’
Half of I miss you is you’re here
Half of I’m never alone
Half of I think of you always
Half of away I’m still home
Half all I learned was about you
Half of my love began here
Half of all that I’m scared of
Half of there’s nothing to fear
Half of a mountain that we climb
Half of the faith I can’t fail
Half of all I believe in
Half of the wind in my sail
Half of the knowledge that I will
Half of what pushes me on
Half of the things that inspire me
Half of all that keeps me strong
Half of my memories forever
Half of the beat in my soul
Half of just thank you for being the
Half of me that makes me whole.