Don't try
To tell me
You never thought
About vaporising
Molecules spinning
Apart from one another
Until you are just
A vague half remembered
Melody
Wednesday, 23 May 2018
Snap
Walled in
By octaves of
Silence
And this muteness
Follows your
Choice
Of perfect cadence
And we were
Always playing
With dissonance
Before the
Strings snapped
By octaves of
Silence
And this muteness
Follows your
Choice
Of perfect cadence
And we were
Always playing
With dissonance
Before the
Strings snapped
Tuesday, 22 May 2018
Etched
I could scour
You off of the surface
But you'd remain
Etched into my
Spine anyway
And that's the price
Of devotion
You off of the surface
But you'd remain
Etched into my
Spine anyway
And that's the price
Of devotion
Stay
Twenty two years
And the same
Old questions come
Knocking knocking
Knocking
At the windows
Of this hurt
Were you cold, and
Did you cry, and
If he'd stopped,
If he'd stopped,
If he'd stopped,
Would you have stayed?
And the same
Old questions come
Knocking knocking
Knocking
At the windows
Of this hurt
Were you cold, and
Did you cry, and
If he'd stopped,
If he'd stopped,
If he'd stopped,
Would you have stayed?
Friday, 11 May 2018
Searching
It shouldn't be this hard
To find a smile
In a crowd
It shouldn't be this hard
To find a friend
Among the fakers
It shouldn't be this hard
To find a lover
Behind shyness
But it is, and yet
We keep on looking
Led by loneliness
Into hopefulness
To find a smile
In a crowd
It shouldn't be this hard
To find a friend
Among the fakers
It shouldn't be this hard
To find a lover
Behind shyness
But it is, and yet
We keep on looking
Led by loneliness
Into hopefulness
Regrets
I wish I didn't miss
You and the way
You looked at me
But I paid far
Far too much
For your attention
And there's no
Refunds on love
So now I'm out
Of pocket
Out of patience
And I can 0nly
Afford to spend
Time on myself
You and the way
You looked at me
But I paid far
Far too much
For your attention
And there's no
Refunds on love
So now I'm out
Of pocket
Out of patience
And I can 0nly
Afford to spend
Time on myself
Thursday, 10 May 2018
Funny That
It’s funny how
The boys who tower over me
On the city streets
Are the same boys
Who cower beneath me
On freshly laundered sheets
The boys who tower over me
On the city streets
Are the same boys
Who cower beneath me
On freshly laundered sheets
#565
Touch me like you mean it
Touch me like
This is the last time we'll
Be here
Like this
All flesh laid bare
And wanting all sensation
Played fortissimo
Touch me like you mean it
Touch me like
My blood belongs under your
Fingernails and
My skin
Exists only to be coloured
By your caged desire
Released from captivity
Touch me like
This is the last time we'll
Be here
Like this
All flesh laid bare
And wanting all sensation
Played fortissimo
Touch me like you mean it
Touch me like
My blood belongs under your
Fingernails and
My skin
Exists only to be coloured
By your caged desire
Released from captivity
Tuesday, 1 May 2018
On Your Way
Graze and pick
Over me
A carcass
Mute bleached bones
And a heart
Bigger than wisdom
Scrape the stubborn
Remnants of
Love
And be on your way
Over me
A carcass
Mute bleached bones
And a heart
Bigger than wisdom
Scrape the stubborn
Remnants of
Love
And be on your way
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