The relentless sound of the sky exploding, shattering into a thousand shards.
Flashes of light overhead, trench Romanticism at play.
Oxygen becomes smoke, sulfur watered eyes.
I love Bonfire Night.
Happy Pyromania Day, everyone.
Nov 5, 2010
Nov 5, 2010 at 1:19 PM UTC
Longing, encapsulated culinarily.
Crisp, crumbling.
Buttery.
Wooden board, serrated steel,
Sawn loaf.
Thick black waves,
merged by steel.
Nov 4, 2010
Nov 4, 2010 at 4:28 PM UTC
This is supposed to be Eden;
It is fake.
You take our resources;
You're the snake.
You are the shotgun,
Pointed at innocent eyes.
You are the scourge.
You mean our demise.
You are the tyrant,
Whose fist comes down with a CRASH!
You are the whip,
We take the lash.
You spit on our elders,
As they take thier last breath.
Ever since you appeared,
We are accustomed to Death.
Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 2:09 PM UTC
The future is not orange.
It's the colour of faded newspapers,
Dying embers, Buttery moonscapes and
Concrete scars.
It reeks of chip shop oil and skidmarked tattoos.
of Rotting flesh and accelerant
fumes.
The future comes with arms outstreched,
with daggers in your back.
with comforting palms.
The future tastes of soft toys, lost in time,
of thick cut white with butter
of goat.
It tastes of blessings once before.
and with luck, tastes once more.
Nov 1, 2010
Nov 1, 2010 at 1:27 PM UTC
People say that I'm foolish,
a bundle of velocity.
These magnificent stylings,
the simple joy of being me.
Stares curious and curiouser,
cocked eyebrows and murmurs.
Astonished minds bleat society,
cower from smiling performers.
Oct 12, 2010
Oct 12, 2010 at 1:12 PM UTC
Deep-seated madness,
Slinks beneath pupils obsidian.
Flit away, pounding feet,
Warmth, marred insiduously.
Childish gaze,
Turns to anger, unwarranted rage. Unhinged.
This man I once knew, transformed.
Perfection, alight. Broken. Singed.
Sep 12, 2010
Sep 12, 2010 at 7:10 AM UTC
Crawling, twitch. Sobbing Char.
Twisted metal, broken car.
Lifeblood spilt, conscience torn.
Screaming through the bloodied dawn.
Aug 6, 2010
Aug 6, 2010 at 3:59 PM UTC
Sometimes I ******* hate you.
The feeling lasts longer and longer each time you snap.
I’m bigger, stronger than you now, but I still can’t stop you.
After all, you are the monster under my bed. The claw round the door, the matted fur and blood in the sink.
You are the bad man.
And that is how it will always be.
You are illogical, unreasonable. You defy rules you impose unto others.
I’ve endured a lifetime of this abuse, And you don’t even apologise the next day anymore.
Because you’ve found a hook, something to blame for your fuckups.
That hook is me.
And so, as you spit in my face, with beer in your blood, you are blameless in your mind.
Hate pushes the shame away.
It just saddens me that I’ve done nothing but forgive you all this time, and all you can do is hate me.
Jun 30, 2010
Jun 30, 2010 at 2:41 PM UTC
This cool forgiving breath,
This wondrous night.
As blue eyes flash,
And bats take flight.
This cool wet ground,
Beneath my toes.
This fleeting call,
And up you rose.
Warmth of your smile,
And of your kiss.
Makes me thankful,
We have all this.
Jun 29, 2010
Jun 29, 2010 at 2:43 PM UTC
Rows of red, and blue and green,
Confectionary ordered pointlesly,
Only to fall, one by one,
Or all the large to the left,
and the small stacked up.
Coins in stacks of one pound,
Unless it's pennies, Then in stacks of ten.
Books piled, large at the bottom, towering up,
Pens lie in rows,
Invisible borders prevent touching,
Keys too untidy, remove from ring, arrange in circles,
Food cut into bites, counted and ordered,
Fridge ordered by food group,
Or colour,
Depending on the day,
Lighters in rows, standing tall,
Zippos together,
Clippers and disposables,
Flints in a pile,
Wicks in the little paper sleeve.
Fuse wire in the little round tin,
The one she gave me,
The one that opens with a POP.
Jun 8, 2010
Jun 8, 2010 at 12:41 PM UTC