I let it all out into the corner
I shout every word out at me
Can't take it any farther
Need a dead end to let it be
Now I can't
Be spending my days this way
So I must
Find a new way to get paid
Now I can't
Be simply walking away
But I trust
I won't be kept like a slave
This was written with my head on the table
Once again I'm feeling unstable
I found inspiration away from the public
Where I hide like a suspect
Words from on high to continue
Through the anger rising
There's always another issue
It's all so demoralising
Now I can't
Be spending my days this way
So I must
Find a new way to get paid
Now I can't
Be simply walking away
But I trust
I won't be kept like a slave
The things I do to make it through the day
Is more than I am willing to say
Worker #23 reporting for duty
I will break in the newbie
Another ten years spent here
I keep talking my life away
There's nothing more to endear
It will end never or today
Now I can't
Be spending my days this way
So I must
Find a new way to get paid
Now I can't
Be simply walking away
But I trust
I won't be kept like a slave
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 10:11 AM UTC
I felt justified in my actions at the time
But you gave a look telling I crossed a line
From then on things haven't been the same
You give me looks of such fiery disdain
I remember stumbling about in the dark
I woke up alone in lover's park
You weren't there and I probably should've cared
But given my actions I thought it was fair
This love isn't what it was
I know, I know I'm the cause
But dear you know it's only because
No one taught me better
This love is on ice and it's melting away
Every day the anger boils to rage
There was a time we could fix up the cracks
But now we don't know if we want to go back
We go to the bar and put people at unease
It's never too long before they start to leave
We bicker and shout hang our ***** laundry out
Not even sure what we're arguing about
This love's not going to last
Clearly we dived deep too fast
But so much time has already passed
That we don't know how to end
My dear I would love to leave you
But I can't stay alone
And I'm sorry about what you found
That time you looked at my phone
From then we spiralled down
Arguing late on the road paved
with our hate before the car became
our coffin in the water's grave
Now we're left together in our own private hell
But what happens apart we never could tell
So we stay with the anger, stay with the hate
In the hope that it will eventually abate
This love is all we have left
My dear I did my very best
But getting to feel your breath
Keeps me from a worse fate
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 6:10 AM UTC
Coming back
Coming back without a grandstand
Coming back from the hinterland
Coming back as an old hand
I had cast myself aside
to focus on new graces
Instead placing myself
in permanent stasis
I had all these grand plans
and each one fell through
So now I stumble on back
down a crumbling avenue
Never knew which dream to follow
Never knew which pill to swallow
Now my words they ring so hollow
Now my passions no longer wallow
Coming back
Coming back to a humble home
Coming back to a field to roam
Coming back to find one's own
The sofa begins to mold
itself around my spine
As I lay and acting out
like it was all of mine
Not wanting to address
my failures or success
Claiming that it was all
just part of the process
Never knew what I should do
Never knew how to carry through
Now it happens out the blue
Now I need a new point of view
Coming back
Coming back to build myself
Coming back to repair my health
Coming back with the cards I dealt
Never knew I had it in me
Never knew if I could be happy
Now I skip the hyperbole
Now I give up emotional syncope
Coming back
Coming back to sing my song
Coming back from what was wrong
Coming back to live lifelong
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 12:00 PM UTC
The radio's not what it used to be
With its wealth based in virtuality
Calling out to the youthful dream
Which is never quite as it seems
The radio no longer plays what's mine
As my popular taste has faded in time
I stopped singing along to the tunes
They stopped making my afternoons
The radio is nothing but melodic static
I'm aware that sounds a little dramatic
But I can't relate to these digital trends
No more playlists, I want show host friends
The radio's batteries died long ago
I'll replace them one day I suppose
When the songs I like will play
As part of a classic aural wave
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 10:54 AM UTC
I spot the small things
The giraffe balloon
Floating by the window
of my bedroom
Where I brood on the day
I spot the small things
The souped up ride
Tearing past the street
The go faster stripes
breaking my concentration
I spot the small things
The washer of hotels
cleaning the distant windows
along the parallels
As I struggle to work
I spot the small things
The dead pixel on screen
Making the image
slightly unseen
On your update feed
I spot the small things
The name on your message
With a heart on the end
That day was a lesson
Not to blindly trust
I spot the small things
The couple in the corner
Kissing away secretly
I slowly mourn her
You're truly not mine
I spot the small things
The robin on the wall
Serving to remind
To be above it all
and be more than I am
Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 12:06 PM UTC
I feel my words haven't rung true from the start
Because crucially
The reality
is I was never that good to begin with
I only wanted to make some light out of this dark
But the emotion is
A bloatedness
Of my own self-inflated ego and pride
I could never call this as an attempt at art
Nor should others
There are greater wonders
By those who can truly inspire
But still, I try to play my own small part
In this scene
Against philistines
To fail is never a reason to retire
Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 4:56 AM UTC
The cracked screen is staring at me
Each line a show of mistakes
The black mirror has ruptured
And my armour inside breaks
From a centre, each hairline starts
As the fractures spill further out
They can't be brought back in
As my core fills with doubt
I've turned it into a metaphor
It's my own head to blame
But it still serves a reminder
Of my struggles, of my shame
The marks match my arms
The dent is in my head
I know I'll move past this
But I still feel like ****
I stare at the cracked screen
I will find the solution
I have dealt with worse before
I can be better than my delusion
Jul 19, 2017
Jul 19, 2017 at 7:30 AM UTC
Stranded without a line
to pull me back in time
Blinking through snowblind
to try and see a sign
As I stumble through the snow
Where loose footings follow
With my panic held in tow
I cry out my tears of woe
I survived the fall down
Tumbling along the ground
I don't know if I'll be found
This far away from town
Taking shelter in the trees
Away from the piercing breeze
Fashioning my broken skis
To take the weight off my knees
I'm scared that I'll hear a howl
Of a creature most foul
Hiding teeth atop its jowl
As it seeks me on its prowl
Or does something else await?
A slow and more frozen fate
Now that the day turns late
The cold night does not wait
I push the thoughts from existence
For I must be persistent
Or else be gone in an instance
Oh, what is that in the distance?
I was at the end of my tether
As I breathed the brutal aether
But I was found in the weather
And now we're back together
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 8:44 AM UTC
A man was standing at the pier's edge
No intention of stepping forward but he wasn't going to step back
His gaze transfixed on the water, his feet hovering their border
He wasn't looking to swim, not with that long coat in black
I approached him cautiously
As I didn't wish to alarm him or startle him into falling down
I knew that he must have a story, one willing to be heard
And I was willing to be an audience, to be someone around
He turned and spoke to me
Please, step no further, this must be my decision to make
I appreciate your concern but if there is one thing I've learnt
is that good intentions of others make promises easy to break
I stopped and he then continued
Thank you, I appreciate it and I suppose an explanation is due
I may not have had the worst of lives but nor have I had the best
But I did have a long life, which is more than others will get
He turned to face me
His coat was flailing in the wind and underneath he wore a suit
It was well worn but not shabby and his shoes needed a shine
But he was ordinary as if this walk was part of his commute
Smiling he told me
I know, I know, it's not what you expected when you saw me
I haven't just lost my job, it's not that kind of simple story
I just woke up and wondered if this was all there is to reality
I've had my highs and I've had my lows
Nothing different to what everyone knows, but that led me here
If nothing new is to come, am I happy to stop with all I've had
Or shall I keep going and just see what will appear
He asked me to leave after that
I protested but I understood it was his choice to make alone
I reluctantly turned and slowly walked further and further away
I wondered if I would even hear if his soul would part the waves
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 11:26 AM UTC
Music brought me into this world
It only grew during childhood
To be something important to me
To hear voices who understood
The words they reach me
The words they teach me
The beats they fill me
The beats they thrill me
I think of all the people I've met
Only to be never seen again
We had bonded over talks of music
Getting excited by the hits of then
The rhythm it takes us
The rhythm it makes us
The melody it soothes us
The melody it moves us
I have the discs I have the tapes
I have the audio escapes
I have the files I have the streams
I have the digitalised dreams
I have the music
The music has me
I find that it's never enough now
Always trying to find the hidden gem
Finding the old hearing the new
Living my life by the rpm
The chants I will speak
The chants I will repeat
The encores we demand
Encore we want the band
I have the discs I have the tapes
I have the audio escapes
I have the files I have the streams
I have the digitalised dreams
I have the music
The music has me
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 4:37 AM UTC