Did you even think it twice?
Ending our union with a vise,
Sad to say, I saw it coming
I just never took the warning
Red eyes I'll wear to sleep tonight
Eyes that'll never again see light

There’s a full moon out tonight
The air is cold and my head is light
The house feels big and empty
My heart is sad and lonely

A half hour to midnight
It’s almost time
For the day to end and the clock to chime
I lay in bed, tucked safe and tight

I write by a torch
I write bout a lot
A baby in a cot
A beat down church

My mate’s deep snores
Are making me sore
My torch goes dim
My patience wears thin

Wild and uncontrollable,
We start off our life's journey,
Sweet and totally lovable,
We stick to the legs of mommy,
Five years down we're wild again
Impetuous, rambunctious, we're total pains
All the adults taken in,
By our impish grins.



We're ten years old we're big and bold
We'll take on all comers, young and old,
We totally love life, it's one big game
All forms of reponsibility, totally lame
Five years on we're fifteen
Big things popping in our early teens
All of a sudden we're girls and we're boys
New experiences on us like toys.



We're adults now, we're twenty
Things to do on our list aplenty
Impish grins don't work no more
We've got to work our fingers till they're sore
We laugh a lot through our dull eyes
We've mastered deception like its basic math
The slightest pokes incur our wrath
Twenty five finds us cold as ice.



I'm just nineteen I couldn't tell you,
Of all the years after Two and Five
One thing I know that is true
Live everyday like it's your last alive
If it's a hundred years of breath you get,
Or if you had to kick the 'ket 'fore you got your feet wet
The moral story contained in my longest poem yet
Make life pay through it's nose like it owes you a debt.

1.  I'm thinking every movement through,
    Standing in front of this member,
    Of the opposite sex it's true,
    Awkward moments are not the fondest to remember,


2.   Every muscle i can feel twitch,
      In the prescence of this ice cold witch,
      Why do I feel like this I ask,
      Why is talking to you such a difficult task,


3.    A word of reassurance I crave,
       A balm to soothe my pumped heart,
       But all I get is an innocent flirt,
       A bat from the lashes to which I'm a slave.


4.    My lips are obstinate, I've lost control,
       Of every motor nerve down to my soul,
       I manage a smile that will give a grimace,
      A helluva run for first place.


5.    Words come out after a while,
       In a scrambled jigsaw that falls in a pile,
       Like Nixon I've been disgraced,
       And like a broken clock I cant save face.

I'm writing on my feet
I'm writing on a sheet
I'm writing on a budget
Feels like writing in a closet
Yeah, a budget of air
Limited oxygen's a dangerous affair
I scribble like the last seconds of a test
The words come tumbling out
Like bees from a nest
And then suddenly its over
My mind's been bared
It's like my closet's been aired
I breathe easy and I smile
I put my pen down and walk the last mile

1.   Lying on my back on a floor concrete
I stare at little bats as they flit
Across the night sky to where they meet
And talk about what they'll eat



2.  Asleep all day awake all night
Love the dark and hate the light
Creatures of darkness or so it seems
Will I see you in my dreams?



3.   My gaze shifts to the virgin moon
Half full to lose it soon
Wolves to herald your zenith
Vampires to glory beneath


4.   Dark it grows now I need a torch
I write as I stare at the church
A cry of prayer goes up
My well of ink's dried up

1.   Nocturne, Nocturne, mercy me
Your pull, your glow, has got me
In a fix, in a mess, can you see?
Are you good, good for me?


2.   In this bog of night
A mate, a friend I find
And now it's okay, it's perfectly fine
In this bog of nocturne, your hand in mine

1.  Shutting the world out is a sacred art
Open only to the strong at heart
Holding em off with a fake ass smile
A guess at your thoughts is off by a mile


2.  While like every other art its got its flaws
You're guaranteed protection from gaping jaws
Of 'friends' hell bent on making you lose
Your focus and leave you wiping their shoes



3.  So while you bravely try to guard your heart
In a box of fake smiles and weak 'I'm fines'
You'll find it grows cold like a box of ice
And leaves you spewing words that pierce like a dart.

I'm right behind you
Riding a bull
No really, I'm right beside you
On the stool
I caught an infection
At the pool
I went and spread it
At the school
I'm waiting outside
At your door
I'm lying inside
On your floor
Now I've got you smiling
Not for long
In a minute you'll be laughing
Like you've been stung
With a laughter potion
By Dr. Who
I'll have you laughing so hard
You'll need a day at the loo
Have a great day
Dont be April fooled
I'll be thinking of you
Until noon.