windless mountain your leaves are brown,
with eyes of grey ever looking down,
upon you stands a deadwood tree,
windless mountain where you meet the sea
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 7:26 PM UTC
skin like a frozen chicken
tired eyes
and a voice like smoke
braindead
unwashed
and you tell me a joke
wanting to laugh
but deep within
a thought of death
troubled
exhausted
so save your breath
a kind soul
with smiling eyes
in good health
you can't get to know me
how can I know you
if I can't know myself
Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 7:28 PM UTC
the thick heady rush
of my midnight dredge
a hallucination
when I don't recognise myself in the mirror
the roll of my eyes
when I stand up
and my legs give way
in a lopsided dance to the wall
the curl of my fingers
as they pull down the curtain
and my arms break through
the glass window
Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 7:10 PM UTC
"how ******* sweet
it would be to throw it all away"
you say, from your warm house, in your clean clothes
"to just pack it all in
and live, out there"
pausing to sip your drink
"maybe I should
travel more"
yeah right.
pig-ignorant and blind
well fed and unkind
an ivory tower
of meaningless power
you never will leave behind
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 2:19 PM UTC
I'm sick of being sick of everything
deep red, it burns a hole into my skull
original right? four in the morning, I bet you're crying now
you alienate your friends and revere drug abuse
how ******* original
39, 40, 41, only son, nothing done, faulty one
63, 64, 65, tricky lives, slicker knives, I'm sick, I lie
98, 99, 100, and I dread, and how red, I'm brain dead
Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 10:45 PM UTC
those that bore us with tales of drunken nights
cheap wine and what she said to him
who send you pictures of their pets
and watch TV because "everyone is watching it"
those time-wasters, those narcissistic fools
who call you 'friend'
who open their hollow heart
and what flutters out?
"my ex-boyfriend said..."
"when I was in Thailand..."
"Isn't that just like me?"
those reflections, they are not worth your time
Dec 26, 2016
Dec 26, 2016 at 4:30 PM UTC
My head rushed, as I turned over to sleep
I should be doing something, I'm hopeless
those are the first two things I think this morning
My breakfast, if you can call it that, won't stay down for long
I crawl to the sink, my skin looks yellow in the mirror
Why, why, why? Those are the third fourth and fifth thoughts
why do I get up, why do I have to do this, why
I'm a balloon on a string that needs to be cut
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 9:32 PM UTC
"Bored.." I told her
"just bored of this, of here. Of you"
What is it inside me that grows like a virus?
infects my weak will, and forms a thick exoskeleton
I can go out today and recover in time for tomorrow
I can take the next pill that's handed to me, and greet the trip like an old friend
How can it catch up with me
if I keep changing
the way I'm running
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 7:30 PM UTC
does the rotten fruit
mean you're rotting too?
waking up in the afternoon with
the same sour taste in my mouth
painful nights now reduced to
a dull dream, which I slept through
my mind has caved, and my eyes are black
my skin bubbles and my skull is cracked
the fruit on my desk is rotten
drying up, dead, forgotten
and from the rot you can't go back
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 10:39 AM UTC
I muster up a smile
my thoughts surface like
distant hands against the ice of a frozen lake
dragging their nails across the cold
"I'm...fine" I lied, looking at the wall
my ears rushed like a train passing through a station
a small gust, then a deafening roar
then nothing
I disguised the shaking in my hand
as I ran it through my hair
"I'm just tired, I'm gonna leave"
my voice cracked on the word "leave"
I wasn't sure if she'd heard but I'd already turned away
The hands had clawed at the ice relentlessly
and now they'd broken through
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 9:53 AM UTC