We read our books and pretend to
not make glances at each other.
We smile as if the pages in the book had tickled at our sides.
We write love stories in our heads and forget about the ones on the page.
An uncomfortable warmth surrounds us as we pretend not to pose ourselves in our chairs.
As if we are offering ourselves to the sun to immortalise this youthful love.
Our hands quiver as we turn each page.
Like these stories will ours come to a brief
end?
And though you and I are nothing,
destined for
deletion,
taunted by
extinction.
We pray that these feelings are more than that.
But when I see the stars in your eyes my worries float away,
for I know this love is cosmic.
Feb 24, 2022
Feb 24, 2022 at 10:45 AM UTC
Are my tears made of gasoline?
Why do they stoke the flames of your fury?
Are my tears icy cold?
Why do they make the warmth of your love, cool?
Are my tears hideous?
Why must you always look away when I cry?
Are my tears ear-splittingly loud ?
Why do you look at them with pain and irritation?
Oct 4, 2021
Oct 4, 2021 at 6:44 PM UTC
You **** on my beliefs, you deny the existence of my gods and yet
You question my prayers.
Suspect my allies, flirt with my enemies.
Holes where there should be butterflies
Yet, you pretend to understand.
Eavesdrop on my confessions, belittle my priests
Yet you listen to your saviour with deaf ears.
You read his words with coloured glasses.
Surely, you jest, no you chastise.
Surround yourself with comfortable lies.
Your biggest problem is who am i?
But sir/ ma'am/ person, your crown is bleeding
with tears, blood and leaves.
Mar 4, 2021
Mar 4, 2021 at 3:49 AM UTC
I have something to say.
It's stuck on my lips.
The.
Lingering.
Pause.
In each wordless
Breath.
The movement in each averted gaze.
It's the shoddy cork
holding back
Each waterfall of
Tears.
The longing sign I ask God for
then ignore.
For the thing I fear most is not
Whether I say.
It's the thought that you have
nothing to say,
back to me.
Met with silence.
Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 5:39 PM UTC
Take the mask off when you speak to
me.
I know what you are.
No need to sugar coat those words for
me.
You're a monster, beautiful and scary
and 'twisted' into an elegant knot.
You don't have to hide from me.
The hiss when you talk is enchanting.
Don't be shamed your just like
me.
Those pointy horns create a gorgeous silhouette and
Those terrible thoughts pulsing through that deformed skull of yours.
The ones that can't be revealed even in death.
Say them. Converse with
me.
Forget the pleasantries, the politeness say them to me in your crooked way.
let us exchange our terrible thoughts.
let the world grimace and ostracise us.
Don't try to be like them
we're outsiders.
Destined to spoil there pretty picture.
Mutants. Uglies. Nut-jobs.
Destined to waltz on the edges of society.
Hanging, on loosely to our humanity.
They don't understand our song.
We'll make our own world.
Where our thoughts are so free, they fly through the streets.
Where we love to love and we love too much.
Take if off, we have each other.
Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 12:41 PM UTC
I wash my brain with soap
I give it a good scrub
All the pain and the trauma
I watch as they spiral into the drain
I wash my eyes with soap
I give them a good wipe
I watch as the innocence and light resurfaces in my pupils
The bits of wickedness I have witnessed sprinkled across the tap
I wash my skin with soap
To forget your slimy touch
To remove this human target colour that causes me suffering
I watch as the pieces of skin lay lifeless in the sink
Then I start again
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 6:52 PM UTC
You're too comfortable around me.
When I scream that I'm leaving
you don't even bat an eyelid.
When I dress up all s e x y you tell me to move away from the tv.
When I try to spice things up
You ask me "Aren't you too old for this?"
Am I ?
Why are you ignoring me?
You're looking but are you really seeing me?
We're talking but are you really listening?
Are you still the same person who said they'd give me everything?
Why does it feel like all you've given me is a place to do your cooking?
A punching bag to hit when you overdrink.
A piece of furniture to cover you and your mistress's d i r t y deeds.
Yet you won't divorce me and I'm down on my knees.
You're too comfortable around me.
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 11:20 AM UTC
Do you know what I like?
I like when relationships drift apart.
No stimulus for it, but they drift
like waves it has its highs
yet, it eventually comes crashing down
into the shores of time.
Memories of your time together dance as
small ripples in the oceans of your mind.
However some relationships are not slow drifts but...
storms.
Powerful bursts of experiences:
excitement, fun, pain , loss, hate,
that dissipate into the empty air.
Only the rubble that litters your mind
serves as evidence of its existence.
Evidence of the high, the lows ,the lessons learned
the lessons ignored.
Evidence, that damage yet fortify the economy of your mind.
Preparing you for the next storm of a friendship.
Dec 7, 2019
Dec 7, 2019 at 2:41 PM UTC
I'm drowning,
but I'm not putting up a fight.
Silent torture.
Waiting for the end whilst salt water stings and destroys my insides.
My eyes are shut so I can't even see, the hand stretching out to save me.
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 11:05 AM UTC
Inspiration Come To Me!
I don't want to think...
I WANT TO-BELIEVE!
I could sit here for hours,
I could sit here alone,
My brain might be here... but I need
You the most.
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 10:20 AM UTC