Thursday, 11 May 2017
where you've gone, and what
it is you're up to.
of what you're doing.
Why you aren't with me.
It's no way to breath, to be alive.
It can't be fair
to only just survive.
But I'll stand here still.
I'll listen to how terrible I am.
Tell me what I've done wrong.
Take the punishment as it comes
thick and fast from each
and every side.
I want to wrap us up,
I need to look after, and to
care for you. Be allowed to
But I stand up and just
do something else so wrong
at the next turn.
So maybe I'll stay sitting, and I'll
try to keep myself quiet.
My feet aren't carrying me
away anymore, so I sit. I wait.
I don't think I'll understand
what went so wrong so fast.
What tore it apart so fast.
So I sit. I wait.
Monday, 7 November 2016
I was your one love,
I made you a future, and we gave it breath.
We raised up and above, and grew
to enslave ourselves. Chained together.
Nothing is terrible. Nothing could be a lie.
Never I haven't cried.
Time was a poison in my mind,
it took hold and ripped away at me.
All I had was your hand,
and I gripped it as hard as I could.
I've never been strong enough,
and now I'm just 'your past'.
I became the scattering of ash,
that memory of what was once.
You locked me away, let me wither
and die, until you had, had enough.
Now I'm falling from your hands,
the wind will carry me away.
I was only ever a memory.
I was only always a dream.
A figment a figure a fiction,
of a real man.
Of the person you needed just then.
I was never real.
Now I sit around lonely,
I'm waiting for another she.
Her eyes- cast vision upon my flesh,
her mouth- to create my memories.
I'm just an empty canvas.
Saturday, 15 October 2016
Without guise with which to guide,
Or whether one is true, but certainly
one is abused and willing to hide.
lies and the hurt; The pain and the tears.
I watched the stars shine bright,
as each moon passed its light.
the truth wouldn't fall.
Your you was clearer and cleaned,
Sure to fool, but not foul. Neither he,
nor she, not them or I would be there to deny.
the works of a loner.
Heard through nothing but fallacy,
This slowly dying maleficent home.
Wednesday, 23 March 2016
from the grass and from the moss.
I'll tear you part from pieces
and create a spark to set alight to all.
I am everything.
I will bare the control and power over all.
Please stand against and push
and fight all you can.
I'll crush your fledgling heat.
You'll bleed from the same eyes you
scorned me with before.
I'll bury your tortured and crippled
aging body amongst the growth.
I'll let you be another...
I'll let your children grow and exist and to find love
for my job is to take everything away from them and destroy them one little piece at a time and to put everything on display for your horror and pain
the gentle breeze caressing it in peace.
Piecing brown eyes, though; dark eye
mascara to match; lipstick
Her pastel painted skin was it, the draw.
She's a blur to me, as she passes.
I focus ahead, i focus ahead. i tried to.
We had a dance, a beautiful dance.
Amongst the undergrowth we tore,
one and at each-other.
We broke dreams, lived together a fantasy,
vanquished love and morals to be
I was in love
I was in love
Weren't we in love?
My heating is on at 17:15,
my room feels warm when I finish work.
i like that.
Her dry bloodied body must be cold now, I
don't like that... and the nights are
My heating comes on at 17:15-
It's the same time we met. You know that,
No one ever thanks me...
For touching; being a part of; influencing;
creating beauty, in their lives.
i'm just left to be alone.
i don't think i like this solitude.
It allows my mind to run drift float drag
and i guess i must just miss you.
Come home. Please.
Friday, 31 January 2014
What treacherous minds do conceive,
Through the trenches of the fear and of the lie.
One deep look into thine own eyes, perhaps you too could believe,
That within these ladened lips you may only hear me cry.
Here's to my utter silence, and to being always still.
I'll remain emotionally blinded, and forever at your heel.
Try not forget my words, those times past; my spoken will.
Perhaps it was only you who knew how this would feel.
With sorrow I'm out to walk.
With time they'll stop to talk.
Tuesday, 24 July 2012
Unaware as I was, your smile carried me through.
It was us I loved, and that will always be true.
Sometimes it's hard to admit being wrong,
Taking a hit to my pride isn't easy, but I've got to be strong.
You said I was under your skin, and your only thought,
I'm sorry for my anger, and the way we fought.
With time I hope you'll eventually see,
How much it was YOU who carried me.
I'll always wish it was 'us' again,
And in my mind I can only hold on to a 'when'...