Bluecusp Creative


I’m not high, It’s just The real me being reborn Each day, a new sun. © Bluecusp Creative – All rights reserved 2018.  

Do you recognize these scars? The darkness lights them up from inside Bright as cherry moonbeams Craters and pock marks Some self inflicted, many undeserved These wounds, you feel them too Since you carried them for me Across the healing waters I wear them now as a badge of honour They have become my greatest gift For an orphaned world. © Bluecusp Creative 2018 – All rights reserved.

Transitory pain Caught between the old and new This liminal space © Bluecusp Creative 2018 – All rights reserved.

Since you have been gone I sleep with my books these days Is that unfaithful? © Bluecusp Creative 2017 – All rights reserved.