I never buy the extended warranty
no matter how bad
or how well
the guy in store explains it.
I don’t want to plan
to solve my future fuck-ups.
I don’t want to ******
at all.
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 5:34 PM UTC
I was trying so hard
to french kiss you
that I think we bumped teeth.
All Sunday my teeth
echoed with the sound of you.
It had a nice bass-line,
but it needed
your sweet voice
to go along with it.
I loved it,
when you said
I had a nice voice, because
I've been waiting a long,
long time, for a chance,
for a duet.
Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 7:05 PM UTC
I asked everyone
and they said that
you weren't a fool.
They first asked
who you we're,
then they said that
they wanted to meet you.
I'm glad I met you.
When we had those
Little Talks,
driving down those roads,
it felt as if
the rest of life was a
pale imitation of that. That,
for once,
it was me who was outside,
full of life and full of love.
I already know that
I will want to be,
hungover and driving through
that beautiful country again,
the rest of my life.
I told them,
that you weren't a fool.
Maybe just a bad influence,
with a loud heart.
And yeah,
you might be a bad influence,
but that doesn't mean
you're not
good for me.
Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 7:04 PM UTC
I was last on the register, so
as soon as I said
that I was still there
everyone stood up and left.
Katie was still there
and she pointed at me and
asked me if I was coming tonight.
I said that guessed not and she asked me
If I knew that she wasn’t
my girlfriend.
I didn’t answer so she informed me
that I wasn’t allowed to be jealous that
she goes to parties that I don’t.
I asked, ‘what party?’ and she rolled her eyes
and left. I walked out of the classroom alone and
wondering what the hell just happened.
James saw me across the yard
and shouted
if I was coming tonight.
I told him to **** off
and walked quicker
every time he tried to
call me back.
A few kids on the bus
swore at me through
the open window, their
middle fingers and crude words
working together in pitiless tandem.
I turned up the volume
in my ipod
and kept on walking.
It carried on snowing. It had been
three days now and three times
we had been called to assembly
so the headmaster could announce
which schools had been closed for the day.
That morning he was
proud to tell us
that we were the only school
in the area
to still be open.
The snow was four inches deep
and rising and grey and dangerous.
Through the frosted windows
in the front door I could see
my keys. I kicked the wall
and nearly shattered my toes.
I climbed over my gate to the back of my house.
For a while I thought about
breaking a window.
The cat found me and pawed me shins
and I told her I was sorry,
but I couldn’t let her in the house.
I sat in a frozen plastic chair
and looked across the white
and green garden. The cat
joined me, and sat on my lap,
her body as close to me as possible.
I zipped her up inside my jacket
so only her head poked out and
we sat there,
watching cartoon’s on my ipod.
Batman fought The Joker again, and
Gumball finally got to kiss Penny.
The Joker escaped again
and Gumball realised
that it was all a dream.
It got cold and dark and eventually
both the cat and I fell asleep.
My mother shook me awake
and unzipped my jacket to let the cat out.
She asked me if I had a good day at school, and
I rubbed my eyes
and told her that
I couldn’t remember.
Oct 12, 2012
Oct 12, 2012 at 10:53 AM UTC
There was a
certainty
about you. Of
momentum and
velocity and mass.
I’m still at the
summit,
watching you
free wheel
and swerve.
You lean forward,
all eyes and
turned up smiles.
Wheels skipping
and feet off the pedals.
You left me behind
and
Oct 12, 2012
Oct 12, 2012 at 10:52 AM UTC
The Trick is to fade into the foreground.
The Trick is to only look stupid.
The Trick is to surprise them with greatness.
The Trick is not to love so much.
The Trick is The Trick is The Trick.
But...
But...
I can say that I don't care,
but we both know
that I'm lying.
Feb 25, 2012
Feb 25, 2012 at 8:08 PM UTC
Please
don’t try to change me.
cos I’ve been
trying,
all my life,
and it still
ain’t working.
Feb 25, 2012
Feb 25, 2012 at 8:07 PM UTC
When I think
about love,
I don’t think of holding hands
In front of setting suns.
I think of holding on to these moments
between us,
and praying
that the sun rises the same way tomorrow.
Feb 25, 2012
Feb 25, 2012 at 8:06 PM UTC
Just because you know no more than your old scars and heavy eyes
doesn't mean I have to keep to your old ways.
And its all I can to not turn back
to watch you watching me walk away.
I wish I could go so far to not see your eyes
but I know that I will see them in every reflection and shard of darkness
I have to walk past.
The cracks in these roads are getting so wide that every step
is a leap of faith. The horizon is getting closer
and from here we can see less of the blue sky.
The roads are turning into dusty footpaths so close
that we can't even hold hands.
These are not days for thinking and contemplation
but for putting distance between yourself and your bad decisions.
The things that can hurt and the things that can ****
The days for remembering are getting close and
silence hits us when we least expect it and the shadows are never far behind.
Too slow to see and to quick to outrun.
I'll lead you to the blinding lights and say that this is a chance
we have to take. Our chance.
And you say that their is always more than one way
to escape.
Feb 25, 2012
Feb 25, 2012 at 7:40 PM UTC
I peered in every puddle
on the way home,
the storm had left them squirming
in short and shallow lakes on the
empty roads.
I tried looking in mirrors
and dark windows
but you were't reflected
in any of them.
The water shuddered
with every blast of wind;
shadows bounced around
and for a few moments,
I thought I could see your shadow
by my side.
As if you could only survive in
violence and motion.
The wind died down
and only the streetlights were reflected,
spaced unequally along the road,
like broken stars.
Dec 27, 2011
Dec 27, 2011 at 2:50 PM UTC