Mirror, Mirror
On the floor.
Who's that who dared to stand before ?
Be he alive or be he dead?
I'll grind his bones to make my bread.
My, My what a big nose he had.
As he scrunched up his lips and he puffed up his cheeks.
My, my look at him pout.
As he huffed and he puffed
And he blew the light out.
Mirror, Mirror, dustridden and crack'd
How do you like it, alone in the black?
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 12:57 PM UTC
I used to have a lot of friends.
Used to.
They're still there just not the same.
Everyone thinks Im so confident and cocky.
That;s ********
I've always felt alone.
Even amongst my closest friends.
Who ,of course all hate me.
Not that you could tell.
But i just play pretend .
Dance along.
Play the fool.
I hate the expression "tears of a clown".
Which is ironic, i suppose.
But no matter what i cant escape.
What is it about me that prefers to be hated than ignored.
I know who i am.
I know people don't like him.
Count me amongst you.
Please just count me.
Please.
I think I'll fade away else.
Dont let me be alone.
I cant do that.
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 12:44 PM UTC
Ive lived through worse.
So do your's.
You want to whisper behind my back?
Go ahead.
You want to assert your power.
By all means.
You want to cook up trouble?
Eat up.
You want to spin your lies?
I wont stop you.
You want to say what your thinking.
S'fine I can take it.
You want to turn the world inside out just to watch me squirm?
Does'nt bother me. Really.
You want to lie and cheat. ***** and judge?
Couldn't care less.
You think im the worst person in the world?
Maybe i am.
You want to riddle my life with homemade ammunition?
Then take your best shot.
But you DARE say a single ******* bad word about HER?
Well, Then you'll see just how CRUEL i can be.
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 12:13 PM UTC
i'm Prone to selfdestruction.
but you keep me safe.
I'm prone to self hating.
but you give me something to love.
i could live through anything.
eXcept losing you.
im prone to the bad thoughts.
but you scare them away.
you keep me safe from myself.
even If you dont know it.
your the sunrise to the obsidian shadows of my soul.
Even if you dont know just how much you mean to me.
i do.
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 12:02 PM UTC
I am the Cold freezing your Bones
I am the Storm destroying your Homes.
I am the Lightning and also the Rain.
I am your Tears when you scream out in Pain.
They think im the embodiment of Narcissism and Pride.
But I'm just a little boy , Who's hurt Deep inside.
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 8:21 AM UTC
Years spent waiting behind the cracked window.
Waiting.
For the leopard to change his spots.
For the teacup to hold the tidal wave.
For the gates of hell to freeze shut.
For the Sky to fall.
For an addict to care about his son.
And then I tried to stop caring. I really tried.
Hurled in the towel.
Smashed the gong.
Made the Fat Lady scream.
But deep down burnt the embers of hope.
Hope that you'd just forgotten about me.
Hope that you were doing something important.
But you weren’t, were you?
I blamed myself you know.
Thought it was me.
Hated myself for it.
Always have.
I . Was. 8.
Ive found you now though, havent I?
Clever was'nt I?
Off being a naughty boy werent you?
I thought you were dead.
I really ******* did!
Do you know what that did to me?
It kept me awake every night for months.
And it haunted my every ******* waking moment.
But you couldnt even be bother to clarify.
Could you?
Got you now though.
Haven’t I?
I don’t know what I'm going to do.
But I know I'll do what I need to.
To get over you.
For good.
See you soon, Father.
Love, Your Prodigal Son.
Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 7:27 PM UTC
What happened to our artists?
When did our beauty become surgically enhanced?
Goodbye Mr Hedberg, Hello Mr Macintyre.
Goodbye Ms Whinehouse, Hello Miss Perry.
Goodbye Mr Byron, Hello Ms Kardashian.
Goodbye Mr Mercury, Hello Mr Braun.
Goodbye Mr Wilde, Hello Mr Sheen.
Those smiling faces that tell us "everythings Okay!"
A farewell to the beauty of self destruction
Goodbye Art. Hello Art.
Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 6:53 PM UTC
Do you think they knew?
Huddled in the stable on a crisp cold “December” night.
Animals & Kings. Shepards & Virgins. Wisemen & Angels. Him.
Whether you believe or not.
Its a touching sentiment.
Do you think they knew ?
That theirs was the first of 2012+ to come
Their celebration of his birth.
Would haunt humanity forever.
Every shop, Every house, Every child.
Because of him.
Man or Myth.
Still it's a nice idea.
Do you think they knew?
That, that modest celebration would become a global phenomenon.
That the few would become Thousands.
And the gifts would become... Frivolous.
Giving would become wanting.
Still, its a lovely time.
Do you think they knew?
That the Shepards and Wisemen would become Superstores and Marketing executives.
That Soft drink corporations would control our holidays.
That getting gifts for loved ones would become battlefields.
That children whose beliefs were any different should be alienated and bullied.
That their love would become ...something else.
Still, some of the songs are quite catchy.
I wish you a Merry Christmas. I really do .
Dec 24, 2012
Dec 24, 2012 at 6:01 PM UTC
Sleep is a cruel joke.
A mere mockery of death.
I sleep forever.
Dec 22, 2012
Dec 22, 2012 at 5:47 PM UTC
In the dream it's raining.
Its always raining.
Every time.
That sweet song of raindrops pitter-pattering against concrete and steel.
The city’s silence.
And in the dream there’s a man.
Lying there in the rain.
But he's not special, I don’t know how I know that but I know I do.
He’s just a man.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
And there are people in the rain.
Moving along the pavement stepping around this man.
Not stopping.
Not looking.
Not caring.
And in the dream there is a boy.
And he is looking.
He is looking at the man.
And he is looking at the world.
The world in the dream.
He is looking at the man in the world in My dream.
My world.
And he is crying.
He doesn’t know the man.
He doesn’t know me.
But he knows the world.
Hidden behind bedtime stories and brightly coloured Television.
Behind grown ups and their lies.
Behind advertising.
The world behind the ********
My world.
And he is crying.
Because he knows the truth.
That it wont change.
A man lying in the rain in the gutter is an awful sight for a child.
But he knows it wont change a thing.
Nothing will he thinks.
But he is wrong. So wrong.
I don’t know how I know this, but I know that I do.
This boy will change the world.
Because the world one he sees is not the one he wants to.
And so he shall change it.
Lest the boy become the Man.
And so it changes.
All because of that man in the rain.
And that is my dream.
Every night.
That dream.
The dream with the rain.
Its always raining.
Dec 22, 2012
Dec 22, 2012 at 5:44 PM UTC