Red lined scars
holding dark spots
like bruises on skin.
Messages inside thighs
encrypted codes
that read about
your warn out insides.
Attitudes and observations
sunken anticipation
disrupted by
unforeseen circumstances.
Knotted up stomachs
irregular heart beats
head hanging in hands
peaking through your fingers
all you see is
smoke and mirrors.
Thursday, 29 November 2012
Joker
Cold bruised broken hearts
melting into nothing.
That feeling you have
involving sweat soaked hands
clutching rib cages
hoping to hold the bones
tightly.
When the pain turns to numbness
you know you have finally
done it right.
Brain holes
chunks missing
from the weekend.
Desperate to be accepted
placing yourself on the outside
watching it all crumble
like a joker
smirking sideways.
melting into nothing.
That feeling you have
involving sweat soaked hands
clutching rib cages
hoping to hold the bones
tightly.
When the pain turns to numbness
you know you have finally
done it right.
Brain holes
chunks missing
from the weekend.
Desperate to be accepted
placing yourself on the outside
watching it all crumble
like a joker
smirking sideways.
Friday, 2 November 2012
Head Shakes.
The pursuits that are laid out
in our dreams
always seem to blend
with our reality.
Its dark when you are here.
Maybe its all the same.
Except that its different when
we lay together.
Its different when
we wake together.
Your words spilled out
from your tongue
forming sentences
that always sound
like lyrics
to my favorite songs…
Empty truths…
playing games
in my mind
causing uncertainties
that flash between
what I want and
what it is…
Maybe we will never know?
This blurred tie
that snaps back
every time i let you go.
You come back in.
in our dreams
always seem to blend
with our reality.
Its dark when you are here.
Maybe its all the same.
Except that its different when
we lay together.
Its different when
we wake together.
Your words spilled out
from your tongue
forming sentences
that always sound
like lyrics
to my favorite songs…
Empty truths…
playing games
in my mind
causing uncertainties
that flash between
what I want and
what it is…
Maybe we will never know?
This blurred tie
that snaps back
every time i let you go.
You come back in.
Friday, 25 May 2012
It seemed to big to run.
Your sadness
blossomed
behind rain infested
windows.
Hearing mundane voices
accompanied by
amber lit cigarettes.
Gathered bunches
of kleenex.
Crumpled pieces
of paper.
Words made
into sentences
still left me
with nothing.
blossomed
behind rain infested
windows.
Hearing mundane voices
accompanied by
amber lit cigarettes.
Gathered bunches
of kleenex.
Crumpled pieces
of paper.
Words made
into sentences
still left me
with nothing.
fires.
A fire burns
inside my stomach lining walls
urning for something more
living up to
whatever it is
I thought I wanted.
Times
memories
thoughts
keep changing.
Assumptions of who
I thought
you were
are fading away.
Time clocks
are ticking
yet we are
standing still.
Staring at the walls
drinking alcohol
to forget
to re hatch
the truths
buried within.
inside my stomach lining walls
urning for something more
living up to
whatever it is
I thought I wanted.
Times
memories
thoughts
keep changing.
Assumptions of who
I thought
you were
are fading away.
Time clocks
are ticking
yet we are
standing still.
Staring at the walls
drinking alcohol
to forget
to re hatch
the truths
buried within.
listen.
Sincere closed lips
opened up.
Unzipped.
With tall tale stories
of broken, worn out, dreams.
That played out like mazes
on the back of cardboard boxes.
Twisting and turning
throughout minds,
mind game facets.
opened up.
Unzipped.
With tall tale stories
of broken, worn out, dreams.
That played out like mazes
on the back of cardboard boxes.
Twisting and turning
throughout minds,
mind game facets.
Monday, 2 April 2012
Ink and Needles.
They only saw the bad parts
the forbidden thoughts
the escaped realities.
Hearing yourself speak
over and over again
in your alternate personalities.
Feeling pen on paper
feels good again.
Watching ink flood
into lines
seeping out thoughts
embedded inside minds.
I used to be angry
at a time when
anger used to mean something.
When words
easily spilled onto paper
messily scribbled
outside the lines.
Ink and needles
needles hitting
needles pressing
into skin.
Making pretty
coloured pictures
making permanent
designs.
Describing emotions...
Describing emotionless
drives.
the forbidden thoughts
the escaped realities.
Hearing yourself speak
over and over again
in your alternate personalities.
Feeling pen on paper
feels good again.
Watching ink flood
into lines
seeping out thoughts
embedded inside minds.
I used to be angry
at a time when
anger used to mean something.
When words
easily spilled onto paper
messily scribbled
outside the lines.
Ink and needles
needles hitting
needles pressing
into skin.
Making pretty
coloured pictures
making permanent
designs.
Describing emotions...
Describing emotionless
drives.
Tuesday, 7 February 2012
sunshine.
SUN RAYS
INVADING SPACE
INSIDE HEARTS
SPEAKING VOLUMES
THAT LEAD TO
DUSTING OFF KNEECAPS
FROM FALLEN GREY SURRENDERS
INVADING SPACE
INSIDE HEARTS
SPEAKING VOLUMES
THAT LEAD TO
DUSTING OFF KNEECAPS
FROM FALLEN GREY SURRENDERS
Monday, 6 February 2012
other side.
The moment began with
seeing stars in the daylight.
Your voice held tight,
to the insides of my ears.
putting songs on repeat,
feeling dirty tiles under my feet,
blankly staring outside open doors,
trying to remember what it was like
on the other side.
seeing stars in the daylight.
Your voice held tight,
to the insides of my ears.
putting songs on repeat,
feeling dirty tiles under my feet,
blankly staring outside open doors,
trying to remember what it was like
on the other side.
Wednesday, 18 January 2012
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