i write from the 1st of october. i write from cold air and turning seasons. from hazy days and lazy days and 'maybe things will be okay's. i write from stale bread and cold tea cause id made it at half past three, and the wind is blowing.
and i want to wear my dads big old fairisle jumper because somehow, it always smells of him. and the wind is blowing.
i write from the 1st of october. i write from endless evenings and too many cigarettes and a craving for my mothers supermarket box wine. i write from tired eyes and floaty songs and i write because im feeling fine. and time is passing before my eyes and it makes me feel uneasy because these are the years i want to remember. the 1st of octobers and 6th of februraries and 27th of mays. and all the other days.
i write from the 1st of october. i write from awful poetry and laddered tights and dreams about boys that got lost in the city. in more ways than one.
i write from the 1st of october, and the wind is blowing.
Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 7:35 PM UTC
once more unto the breach dear friends
of sharing all my words
i dont percieve it as means to an end
just a way for me to learn
i'll make waterfalls with syllables
and streams with every line
and once you reach the end,
you'll be in an ocean thats all mine
you'll lap across my sandy shores
and wash up on my bay,
and when you think you're ready,
i will come to you and say
hello my friend, and how are you
i heard the news, now is it true?
i hope you'll have a lovely stay
on sandy shores upon my bay
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 11:59 AM UTC
impress your fellow flawed
dress your body's doors
lock them with the key
of innocence and pity
flee to the beginning
then run towards the end
make yourself a burden
be true, or false; pretend.
enforce a fake persona
imply the things you arent
dont offer any shoulders
you arent 'agony aunt'
be selfish and be brittle
remember to be blunt
dont hum or sing or whistle
*** u lol ur a ****
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 4:45 PM UTC
once there was a time
when you looked at me from far
our eyes would meet from across the room , and we both felt it.
i admired everything you showed me, said to me , told me;you inspired me.
you inspire me.
i would often want to touch you , not for lust , but to feel the heat from your body , the soft of your skin , just something to remind me that you are still human , like me,and her,and him.
i would wrap myself in the idea of you , become the things you liked, talk to you about things nobody else did. i wasn't falling in love with you , but it was similar.
you told me that you really cared about me , that you thought i was different, cool - the only person you made an effort with . it made me happy.
you made me happy.
it felt like the spirits in our bodies had mixed, you were half of me and i was half of you. however this feeling was not romantic . i didnt want you to notice me , although i knew you did . i didnt want you to look at me and tell me that you think i'm beautiful, i knew you didnt . i didnt want to be your girlfriend , or hold your hand and flirt with you . this feeling was neither love, nor lust , and it didnt even feel like friendship . the only way i could try to describe it is merely a connection.
but it's gone now,
along with our stability.
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 4:27 AM UTC
things
like
the colour of your eyes
the way you laugh
the music you like
the time you sleep
are very important
to those
who fall in love with you
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 10:56 AM UTC
the trees that root in this sinful ground
are obvious and just
the churches in this run down town
are shelter for the lust;
the lust of greed , and lust of life
where a girl becomes a wife
these buildings are so holy,
yet full of nothing but evil
and still the trees are victims
to this bitter and great society
the lunatics call religion
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 10:52 AM UTC
i crave his body and his thoughts ,
the way he looks at me
i crave his kisses and his touch,
things that i value oh so much
and there are many miles between us
and many miles are so,
but there are trains and there's a bus
that take away my woe
to not see him is to be lone
upon this spinning ball
but he is what i want and need
when with him, i'm home
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 10:49 AM UTC
i kissed you in the sunlight
you held me in the rain
i talked to you at midnight
you said i was to blame
i hurt you in september
you cried and were in pain
i think you're getting better
you should forget my name
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 4:28 AM UTC
i looked through my old poetry
and words began to sink
into my mind , the wall id built;
had obstructed what i think
it took me back to the place i was
some 3 or 4 months back
and now i wonder to myself
my way with words is black
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 4:22 AM UTC
i am the reverb
i am the plague
im the bad word ;
the misbehave
i am lust
and I am mud
and I am greed
and I am thud
i am the pain
and the knife
im not the mother;
im not the wife
i am the greed of the hungry
the need of distrust
god, you indulge me
resisting the lust
you are tall
And you are kind
but to me yet , you're not inclined
but I persevere , i carry on
like the verse into a song
what I want ,is your attention
what you give is not enough
i want you now., i want you gentle
i want you now, i want your lust
Oct 18, 2013
Oct 18, 2013 at 5:33 PM UTC