A thousand strangers go before me
Their bad jokes and worse haircuts linger
In my online shadow, that twenty-first century history
That is etched for every one of us.
The species has always been able to forget
It is what keeps us alive, and subsequently kills us
So why is it we can forget the past's atrocitites
But not my Year 9 obsession with Japanese cartography?
Jan 18, 2018
Jan 18, 2018 at 6:02 PM UTC
It seemed, all at once, that the world had ended.
The glass had shattered, the idols had fallen,
And all the world was burning.
He turned to the wise old one,
Tears in his eyes,
And begged "Oh please
"Say that it will pass, that this is not the end!"
Old eyes looked back, and an old throat cackled
"The end, my boy? That we'd be so lucky!"
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 4:58 PM UTC
Sleep is fleeting
Mirror cracks
Summer's stifling
Smiling lacks
Lovers leave you
Friends forget
Don't remember
Just regret
Milk turns sour
Leaders lie
Oceans burn
Don't ask why.
Jan 31, 2017
Jan 31, 2017 at 11:09 AM UTC
Heat-starved sunshine,
Fractured light,
Pitch-black evening
Silent night.
Longcoats flapping,
Christmas time
All the sky turned
tourmaline.
So what if it's cold?
Winter's wondrous.
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 7:44 PM UTC
You were saintly, sweet and soft
A light in the dark, hope in despair
And in you I saw all I wanted
We could have been happy
But then the mask slipped
And now you're mad.
Your light was a phantom, a paper lantern
Held up for my benefit alone
You are twisted at the core, just like me
My twice-broken heart now recoils, guilty
But at least I understand- we couldn't have been happy.
Wait for when the mask slips.
Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 12:34 PM UTC
The dispute came about quite simply,
Though of course, we couldn't say so then.
A clumsy stumble spilling beer, a harsh few words, toes trodden
And lazy, ***** glances towards 'his girl'.
The pub was warm, muggy, sweaty,
And I only noticed that when he'd thrown me out the door
Hands slick with sweat and cider clutching at my spas'ming throat
As I choke down cold night air and try to kick.
He hit very hard.
I did not.
He managed to keep the mud off his shirt.
I did not.
He stomped, and spat, and swore, and saw his rival broken before him.
I learnt that drink only makes you pain-free to a point.
But I contend, as I did then, as some kind soul dabbed at my blood
That I held the high ground, morally, honourably.
For you see, he simply got stuck in
While I demanded pistols at dawn.
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 6:35 PM UTC
I see you still in phantom-form
I feel your arms, your lips, your bite
I fumble drowsy for your shape
As I did once, that sleepless night.
I see you now with lovers new,
I feel the guilt of jealous sin
I know you chose my opposite
A charming, prancing harlequin.
This stupid love has sunken deep
Please dissipate, so I can sleep.
Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 3:46 PM UTC