Wednesday, 23 March 2016

shame - 26th November 2015

I'll grow you from the trees
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

Where are you now?- 22nd November 2014

Her hair a dirty blonde,
the gentle breeze caressing it in peace.
Piecing brown eyes, though; dark eye
mascara to match; lipstick
of passion.
Our passion.
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.
focus ahead.

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
turning in.
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
me down...

and i guess i must just miss you.
Come home. Please.