Vientecico murmurador,
  Que lo gozas y andas todo, &c.;


Airs, that wander and murmur round,
  Bearing delight where'er ye blow!
Make in the elms a lulling sound,
  While my lady sleeps in the shade below.

Lighten and lengthen her noonday rest,
  Till the heat of the noonday sun is o'er.
Sweet be her slumbers! though in my breast
  The pain she has waked may slumber no more.
Breathing soft from the blue profound,
  Bearing delight where'er ye blow,
Make in the elms a lulling sound,
  While my lady sleeps in the shade below.

Airs! that over the bending boughs,
  And under the shade of pendent leaves,
Murmur soft, like my timid vows
  Or the secret sighs my ***** heaves,--
Gently sweeping the grassy ground,
  Bearing delight where'er ye blow,
Make in the elms a lulling sound,
  While my lady sleeps in the shade below.

Sometimes, the most pathetic thing they ever told me,
Was the never give up and keep trying.
I'm sick and tired, I want to be free.
Make all the problems turn to nothing.
Why bother to try?
Life's unfair and it's quite obvious
Don't ever set your hopes high,
Admit it, we're all quite envious.
I actually bothered to wait
That was such a fool
I feel like I've taken the bait.
After all, Life has no rules.
Why don't we just give up,
No point continuing with futile attempts.
The world's big, we're just a nub.
Why not go in contempt

He kissed me.
Soft
Then harder
And harder.
Our breath intertwined.
Passion.
I felt alive.
My skin on fire with every touch.
The rage in my heart growing with every kiss.
Him on top of me.
Making me forget my name.
I moaned
And he knew.
He knew he had me right where he wanted.
He whispered in my ear.
'You're all I've ever wanted.'
He kissed me  
And I knew
There was no way
I couldn't fall for the boy
Who kissed me.

I left your house--
the house I'd hoped would be ours--
and all I could think about is,
out of all the people in the world,
only you feel like home.

Oh, when I was in love with you
Then I was clean and brave,
And miles around the wonder grew
How well did I behave.

And now the fancy passes by
And nothing will remain,
And miles around they'll say that I
Am quite myself again.

I am but willing prey to the wiles of the full grown moon.
She guards the night sky...
While I patrol these grounds...
Grieving over the seconds that have gone too soon.

I am a vessel... all emptied and barren.
what once was full,
now echoes faint
the glories of yesteryears.
Afloat still, adrift upon the currents... aimless and sullen.

I am a ghost... haunting no one but my own.
Immortalised...
Anchored...
to a body of mist and haze...
Occupying this space where worthy wind had once blown...

I am a beggar offering nothing but my open palms.
Hope etched tight
into my knackered knuckles
and calloused digits.
Please... take them in yours...
soothe them...
grant me your touch, your coveted balm.

Paradoxical paradise
I love
drugs - and I hate them.
I hate
staring at myself in the mirror
of a dark bathroom
drowning in my own big eyes
stretched pupils
I hate the smell of *****
the chemical taste of MDMA
and the non-taste numbness
of speed
or *******.
I hate the emptiness,
I hate the crowd that swills around me-
hundreds of them
and I'm still ******* lonely.

But I love
getting so high that I'm just
numb
empty and lifeless and childlike,
kissing strangers,
forgetting the meaning of love.

So I love being drunk
I love casual *** and doing what I want
I love the facade
I love to forget everything else.

My teeth are sore, lips cut,
my eyes are dry and my ankle
hurts when I twist it back
because the bouncer
****** me into a puddle.

I could take 100 pills, little colours,
little fun shapes,
but you know
it still wouldn't fix me.
It wouldn't fill the hole in me.

I have nothing left now.

There's no boy my heart calls for in the night
except you, boy,
my only boy, but you're gone from me now.

It's real this time, my grinding teeth agree.
A baby's cry eats at my soul.
I cry for my baby and it eats at my soul.

I'm so tired
and I've been off my face
for a week now.

I dived into the lake to escape the killer bees
but on resurfacing
they've started to sting me.
I can't live underwater for much longer
but I can't live without it, you,
or whatever.