Brighton, UK

(By Moonshine)


(By Moonshine)

Still Standing

(By Moonshine)

Sussex Trailed

(By Dante)


(By Moonshine)

Black Dog

(By Dante)




(By Moonshine)

With My Buddy

By Moonshine



And Yet, I Bide.

I bide in a world where I know I don’t fit.

All shadows and dust, yet I’ve grown used to it.


Darkness, all too real – and all certainty: illusion.

A life, intolerant of my involuntary intrusion.


I find myself only in the moments I am lost.

In sound, I find strength – but at soul-baring cost.


If you existed, my heart’s yearning, I would finally be happy.

If you became real, my absent soul-part, fear would fall away.

But, you don’t.

And you can’t.

And you won’t.

Because you can’t.


So, I tread this glass tunnel, so essentially alone.

Sanguine self-confidence, hiding all my shattered bones.


If the ideal of you could be conjured by song,

Then worlds might alter – I might finally belong.

  1. Jake BrittainJake Brittain01-30-2017

    Really enjoy these poems, they are very thoughtful and artistic x

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