Our Little Boy - 12th Feb 2011

There once was a little boy.
One day he found a box..
Inside, a snow globe, and note.
It simply read:
'Everytime you shake this, you'll be
reminded just how wonderful the
world is, and be happy again -
but. Somewhere, someone else
will be taking your pain.'

The little boy wanted to throw it away.
But this scared him, incase someone
else used it. So he kept it.
Locked it away in the box,
in the back of his wardrobe.

One day, many years later. Our boy,
he's grown up. With a family now.
Driving home an evening, they have
an accident. His family die, and he's left
completely alone.
For fear of his own mind, to save himself
from tears, from this torture.
He searches, and he finds that box.
With that snow globe, and our note.
He sits in anguish, and clinging to hope
begins to shake...
but nothing happens... and never does.


Eventually, this embittered old man -
Our little boy.. He meets his maker..
A similarly misanthropic old man, now.
He asks why the globe didn't work,
demands an answer.
'In time, perhaps you'll realise
what you did...'

Learned - 7th Dec 2010

I love you.
and,
I can never hold your hands for long enough.
I'm dreaming again,
While awake in your imaginary arms.
I've been rubbed out again,
I've walked into the distance.
You said I was the broken man,
Explained to me what I do wrong.
Does it help to know I cry
that I'm not so like you believe.
Does it help to know I fall down,
that I'm not so strong,
and that I need you too...

Right now - 22 August 2010

The loneliest and hardest moments are when you realise just who you are; Where you come from, and what you have to offer.

R.I.P. - 14th July 2010

Death should have no space.
No room to be. To carry its motion.
It shouldn't hold place aside for loved ones.
Why do we allow it to construct,
Give it chance to take us whole.
Who gave it permission.
Who gave it this chance.
It can lye beside ME,
Making its mark and feeding all the while.

but leave them be.

Porcelain Princess - 8th June 2010

Beat me.
Hit me.
Show me how
pretty I can be.

Shout at me.
Tell me true.
Am I really
worthy of you.

Touch me.
Rape me.
Show me just
what I'm worth.

Get drunk.
Get high.
Get to slap me
around on the fly.

On the floor.
I cannot lie.
On the floor.
I sleep so perfect.
My porcelain skin,
it won't crack today.

Nothing, as the same. - 29th May 2010 (The Wombats-Moving to New York)

I've just had the craziest of nights,
It took me all around this place.
With nothing the same,
Yet every step taken.
How do you find yourself asleep,
With the world out there buzzin'.
So I decided to run this place
cus I've got problems with myself.
Problems with myself.

We'll take this place.
We take every moment.
And I'll catch you in my camera.
---
Take you away with me.
Me away from you.
Yeah, we'll run this place together.

So, I've just got off the phone,
and he told me not to worry.
He told me it'd all be ok.
Yet every step I take
Every second I am
Just feels the same as before.
So I'm leaving this place,
Leaving you all alone.
I'm going to run this life myself.

So lets take this place.
Lets take every minute.
Capture it all in your pictures.
---
I'll take it all with me.
Run your world from afar.
Yeah, why can't we just escape.

The craziest of nights,
Walking all around this place.
Yet nothing's the same.
I don't know why I walked and I ran
this maze you made for us.
With the world outside still buzzin'.
I find myself still runnin',
This damn maze you've made.
This maze you made for us.
Just now I'm by myself.

SFP - 22nd May 2010

Sinking feeling.
Diving solution.
You've got to swallow it,
Take it with a hard heart.
Keep it safe, lavish yourself
with stimulus.
Try confuse the situation.
Begin to lie to yourself,
All the while try and be
the same person you always were-
Fake.

Poisonous to your ears,
She'll eat you.
Like a vemon she'll creep.
Climb up on you.