The Devil met me on the stairs last night, The Cheshire cat, Wolf in the pale moonlight. It crept inside an open door, Climbed beneath its wooden floor. Waiting watchfully, Spinning hateful negativity, Searching to impart scapegoated fragility. It faces changed moving around the room, Consume, Consume, Consume, Consume, Who’s next – re-enter the womb.…
We are the unhushed tones -words that get stuck in your throat. The emotional residue that clogs your arteries. We are your longing and secrets, The dying voice of the genuine, plastic fantastic. Tye your hair up in the knot man, Metrosexual soul in hand. Dye your hair up in that pastel gal, Feminism…
The spaces like boxes to fill Rest against each-other An empire to build. Gaps with a purpose Waiting to feel again. Searching for the meaning They so ardently defend. The footprints trailed In setting concrete The known lost cause The open defeat Words fill the hollows Beneath what is there Tempting the…
The chord, Loosen Tighten. Bound and frightened. The inference, Raw Animalistic Words shot vocal ballistics. The contact :Look eyes Idolised Insecurity covers, Flickers, It’s a guise. The dreams Lucid Embedded – fantastic Awareness dampened, The unenthusiastic. The internal Screaming. Underneath is bleeding These thoughts for the thieving Feelings torn in…
It slithers down, Through the streams of my thoughts Like a vulture circling around. It waits for me to drown, It slithers down. I feel it now, The sense of loss, The longing, It hands me the crown Forces itself to bow, All as it slithers down. There it hangs upon the cross,…
It’s when you realise, You’ve been living your life in a clever disguise, The kind where no one really sees what’s behind your eyes, The kind which dries those cries and acts as if you live with unnatural highs. Well what I see is people not taking the time to listen, Living in a…
If selflessness was an inborn trait, I’d say you have it ten fold, It’s as if when you chose to join this earth God gave you a piece of his soul. You’ve taught us so much, If I listed it I’d feel a little cheesy, Instead I want to recognise how much you’ve done completely,…
I see the weight of the world tucked between your shoulder blades, Watching as with each laboured breath it begins to cascade, Down through your spine, It’s seeps beneath your skin, Until you cannot manage to define what is without from what is within. Your eyes are looking heavy, But that’s not most of all,…
They’re going to kill me she said, And she didn’t mean the scarecrows. She told me all about it as we sat discussing, Her pain, Her strife, Her woes. She told me of her heart and its icy metal core, Spoke of how she wished she had the strength to let it thaw. And as…
I was born with a mind so open That I have to struggle to keep everything from falling out of my mouth; It’s like I know which things should just stay hidden deep down, Yet every time something new catches my eye; My fickleness comes unbound. Instead I chose the other way, And quiet my…
There is a sort of poetry to silence, when all of life has come to a tranquil halt and we are left with only our own contemplations for company. We never truly experience silence in a natural sense however, as no matter how much we prepare our surroundings the bustle of life still occurs around…
It took me a long time to realise that not all people in life are permanently there beside you; sometimes we grow apart, sometimes we become toxic to one another and sometimes people just decide that they do not want us within their lives anymore. For me this was a hard realisation, as once I…
There seems to me that we experience a strange kind of revolution when we progress through our 20s; it feels as if we go from a point of naivety in which we feel the world is golden beneath our feet into a sort of organisational purgatory. A place where the ground we walk upon is…
I like wearing cardigans which are full of fraying holes, Feeling like I’m tangled up in a fragment of my own soul. I love listening to music so loud while driving that I forget I’m alone; That despite how many people I know, I’m really just on my own. I love reading books so big…
To me a card is something someone gives to another to signify an occasion, A gift of thought that says ‘I’m with you today’; a sort of demonstration; A fixed conversation in which you show your appreciation almost under cultural obligation. To give you a card at times when I find you in my heart…
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