i still remember the nights
spent tracing her lips, looking
for meaning in their cracks.

(shrunken spines, curling
lips and cosmic eyes.)

she'd kiss away my fears,
paint them black and blue,
distorting memories until
they became meaningless
lies dripping so easily off
her tongue that i'd soon begin
to mistake them for truths

(shrunken spines, curling
lips and cosmic eyes.)

Untouchable, she was the
kind of beauty to keep you
transfixed, swirling skies,
killing time, the crescendo
building up in your head
until everything just
suddenly
               goes
                       blank.

she was shrunken spines,
curling lips and cosmic eyes

i loved her, i hated her,
i still wish i could see her
without the memories
lying breathless,
clouding my gaze.

she slides her slender
white fingers down the
branches of his spine

her eyes melted like
glaciers and lips as soft
as freshly fallen snow

skin lustful, but heart
unforgiving, exhaling
his every intention

she is autumn in his
palms, her trees bare,
the leaves rust fallen

flashing indifference,
thoughts plucked in
shades of violent rose

he still doesn't realize
that beauty has a price

he plucks roses and
wonders why they wither
when he's never learnt
to check their roots.

with thorns between his lips,
he speaks softly about
the way love has eluded
him over the years.

his palms like written verse,
scarred and coarse, petals
falling delicately out of
time from his fingertips.

he sees beauty but he
does not see underneath

he has always been
one to see the flames
but never feel the heat.

Soft white clouds paint themselves on a rich blue canvas.

Endless threads of aircraft mist map roads between them.

Golden rays of sunlight feed fields of swaying crops.

They shimmer with a hypnotic haze to the rhythm of a passing breeze.

The scent of grass, flowers, water, a harvest lay a perfumed blanket across the contours of the land.

Her pretty face radiant with eternal youth as a soft breeze caresses and cools her sun soaked skin.

The buzz of bees and the shifting hum of a distant plane sculpt a tranquil melody in the strings of my mind.

I lay down in the soft warm bed of grass beside you.

I rest my head on the gentle rise and fall of your body.

The rhythm of your heart adds a beat to the music drifting through me.

The key slowly turns.

The lock is undone.

The gate swings smoothly open.

You enter and rest in my garden.

I crave your lips' taste
every morning when the
sun hits the horizon
&
I crave your warm fingers'
delicate touch every night
as the moon meets the stars.

Words and sentences
written for a you
that doesn't exist

Perhaps I'm going crazy
trying to free myself
like the girl stuck
in the yellow wallpaper.

I swear that I am here
and that I am sane
or at least good at hiding
the other side of the canvas

push the boat, use your feet
under the bridge
before the barge driver
has another heart attack

Cryptic phrases tucked away
in the basement only
to collect dust and sadness
they belong in the attic.

Dear Girl with fire in her name,

I'm in love with you and your most beautiful smile,
and it has become a need,
of mine,
to make you laugh so that I may see it again.
It's like a tic,
make her laugh,
make her laugh,
make her laugh.

And your eyes are green,
and brown,
and blue,
all the colours of the Earth,
and you're just as wild,
and volatile,
and free.

I want to play with the fire in your veins,
to feed the flames with every breath I have,
to feel your warmth always,
even though I'm certain it will **** me.

I want to be your moon,
your stars,
I want to be ****** into your orbit,
because you are as vibrant as the sun,
and just as unforgiving.

I want to play with your fire,
I'd give anything to get burnt,
so dear my darling,
let's burn the world down.

Love, sincerely, your pyromaniac.

Pretty little bird

Sing your song

In your tree

Sheltered from the world

Sing pretty bird



Bang

Fly little bird

Fly as fast as you can

They're looking for you

Following your song



Bang

Bye little bird

Falling down

Singing no more

You weren't fast enough

The gun was though