Here's a funny thing 'bout clowns:
NOTHING. They eat babies and ****
Young men until they get their fill,
Hang kittens by their window sill,
Send texts from behind the wheel,
Name their daughters things like Neil,
Use way too much salt on every meal,
Leave you on read just for the thrill,
And put their names in your nan's will
Actually, the balloon animals are pretty cool I guess
Flowers bloomed yesterday
Now all the leaves are dead
I borrow moonlight
For the journey ahead
Yay it rhymes
Neon lights, pouring rain and the smell
Of ash. I missed the ferry and
Stand soaked, alone in a crowd of
People, tears hidden by the rain
I feel like a crumbling
Wall, lashed by the tempest
A poem about missing opportunities
I never thought I'd turn twenty
At sixteen I skipped school and sat
Under an oak tree in the park.
Beneath the green leaves, blocked from
The sun, all I thought of was death
I hated sleep fore it brought a
New day. Always too tired for school.
Mornings I thought of bed. At night
I stayed awake cold and twitchy
I drove my Dad to anti depressants
My Mum to fear of finding me cold
I feel so guilty for that. Still,
I won't say it. My lungs won't allow it
Taking a breathe I look through the
Leaves and see the sun again
Blah blah who cares
I - Mediocrity
I'd give my flesh just for one ounce
Of your genius. In my mediocrity
I turned the extraordinary
Into the ordinary.
You made a symphony from lost
Moments, only you knew their worth!
Ashamed, I scorned you. Forgive me
For we are both lonely orphans
II - Time
I sit waiting.
Just waiting. Still,
Of gods' favour
Always a fool.
III - Fading Footnote
All I am becomes faint.
You just take, consume all.
A greedy little child
Worth more than my being.
A desperate orphan,
I want love and it shows.
I am discarded for
My needy requests. Shame.
You need no love and
Are loved for it. Cruel God!
IV - Haiku for Atonement
Two souls have diverged
Jealous, I scorned your beauty
Tired, I scorn no more
A poem about jealousy and some other things. Being long I imagine I probably spelt something wrong
All that was fixed floated before
My eyes. Blood ridden rags flew like doves
Of peace outside my window.
Pictures of slaves framed as freedom
Ink in the pen replaced
With blood and yellow bile.
Fascism sings with sweet lies as
The chorus wails. We sit weeping,
Our history bastardised and
The body of our nation growing cold
Console us not you priests!
We need more than your words
I've got numbers that never show.
I'll never see another text
From those asleep in an oak box.
I screenshot them; kept like dead leaves
I hope it never ends
I hope it never .
Tired eyes by harsh light
I scribble quite lazily
Nothing profound comes
Mozart lay cold in that square box.
Salieri observed tearful.
"With this vexing star dimmed, who shall
Brighten the sky at night?" He sighed,
"In my hatred I forgot
The fire you stoked in me,
I wept in the flames of my life,
Scratching at the rubble in vain.
The roof caved in. I smiled wildly,
Now nothing hid the stars from view.
Your paintings burnt quietly
As I framed the moon.
It's a shame that the year met spring
But he never did. I miss your smile
And wish the Bluebells knew it too
Smoke rises from his lit cigarette,
The air heavy with ash ridden breath.
A lighter flash from across the bar
Left as soon as it came
He leaves a lonely figure
And greets the cold hugging his coat.
Under his feet the snow of past
Has turned to water once again
He hails a passing cab
As his feet mourns the snow
Paris came back to troy
And saw Hector on the shore.
He told him he had found his love
But what he found was war.
In the pale snow footsteps remain.
If I tread in place they'll never fade
But If I stay I'll freeze in place.
I never thought I'd let them go
The sun rises too soon.
My heart never did leave
Arthur observed the lake. "Moonlight,
It's too much for my eyes to bare!
I've done so much and still, I can't
Outshine the beauty of the lake."
My lord, the years did pile
And dawn arrived so soon
The death of King Arthur
Airing out robes of one who's gone
Autumn cleaning then winter's wind
Seasons shall change and when they do
I'll wear autumn's robe for spring
"Leaves never fall in vain,"
I murmur as I sweep.
Under the cherry blossom tree
He sits, looking to the sunset.
A life of moon, snow, and dewdrops
Content, his life does melt. So it is...
I waved Brighton away as adventure called,
My heart filled with childish enthusiasm.
The whole world spread before my eyes as the
Wind did gently rustle my sails. Away!
Three months I sailed without excitement,
Making my heart lose faith in the open sea.
In anger God let my vessel venture
Into a storm to swallow worlds and eat me whole.
I prayed and begged with clasped cold hands. "Oh, God!
I am quite dead. Save this wretched servant!"
He ****** thunder from the grey skies and laughed
As I floated. A corpse drifting aimless.
As my filled lungs spewed out the sea, the sky cleared.
I saw a shore. England! My heart flew high
Just a story
****** souls lead to ****** faces.
Unloved kids lead to untied laces.
Unpaid men lead to unsafe places.
Lovely poems lead to unread pages.
My dream of a new land,
Of ignorance come truth.
I sat atop a peak
And found myself unmoved.
Ancient wisdom of ash
In which I found just dust.
Oh, Truth! You stole my dream, now
I'm cold atop the peak
About achieving a dream and realising it wasn't all that you hoped it would be. The pain of the real takes away your fantasy that kept you moving.
I want to be so smart like you.
I wish I could despise mountain dew
And hate flashy films like you do.
I can't appreciate gorgeous views
With sky scrapers and starry nights.
I like to see girls in black tights
And drunks that slur and start bar fights
Because they have a minor gripe.
Excuse me for my plastic taste
That comforts me on winter days.
I don't have good taste in anything.
She stretched her sleeves to cover them.
The knife cut deep on her scarred thighs.
I said I didn't mind that she hurt
Herself. Still, the hand covered the bruise.
She ate little. The mirror scoffed
Still. "Fine!" I'd say. "I'll eat alone."
I said I didn't mind that she starved
herself. Still, the hand covered the bruise.
I wish I pulled her hand.
I wish I didn't just speak.
Lately I can't eat too.
My hand covers the bruise.
I tried to make a lamp into the sun.
It burns my eyes like the sun does,
But finds itself only half as gorgeous.
The real is too much for me to bear.
About trying to find meaning in poor poetry I write.
Smoky train tracks run fast before my eyes.
To get on? To throw myself in it's
angry rampage? A mess for others, not me.
Instead I sit and watch the people board.
Nobody looks. I'm here but they never look.
Am I so bland? Or are they scared of me?
Repulsive man! Unshackle this young soul
so they notice my corpse, rotting slowly.
I scream but courtesy dictates
It remains trapped in my carriage.
— The End —