The wind blows through my hair
As I walk
And listen to my favourite music
Making me feel like I can escape my life
Even if for half an hour at most.

The wind blows a cold breath
Through my bones
Causing a light shiver
Across my goosebumps

The wind blows scattered leaves
Across the empty street
As I grin and grin
At the freedom of peace
I shall enjoy pleasantly for a moment,
If not a few.

*The wind blows.

Hollow man,
Weak man,
Stupid man made of flesh and doubt,
Silly man, don't do that,

Hollow man,
Home man,
Choke man with rope around neck,
Finally man, please get down,

*Hollow man,
Hollow man,
Come close quick,
Hey man, you hollow man,
Feel the pain again!

Mellow.*
It's such a peaceful word.
Don't you think so too?
Reminds me of the smoothest stone,
Stepping in from the cold at night,
Clutching onto the warmth,
Making you feel ever so *mellow.

I don't want to act
Like I overreact
But how can I
When I'm dwelling on it
For too long?

I should've seen it coming,
But I didn't when I could've done,
So **** it,
In the deep end I go,
Miscommunicating with everyone all along,
Hearing one thing,
But seeing another.

If your voice is a drug,
Your singing a natural high,
Then let me inject your mouth
Into my veins.

It all happened so quickly.
The shock, the tears,
The pain.
I wish you and your family the best,
That everything will turn out alright in the end,
Even though the time is tough
And the tears will fall,
We will stand tall,
For you.
For your family.
For the justice you deserve.

Empty lens
Empty imagination

007,
A mystery it seems,
Bursting through the trees,
A beautiful woman on each arm,
And shaken martini in hand,
Not stirred,
Suave and extra hot showers,
With all the ladies he's pulled at the bar,
Dancing deadly,
With bullets and bombs,
His enemies growing angry,
At his tech and smooth pick up lines,
007,
A mystery no more.
*James Bond,
Reporting for service, ma'am.

I danced for the eyes of others
And joked that they couldn't do as good

I danced so I could prove them wrong
And laughed when they stumbled like the jerks they were

I danced to grab your attention
And noted that someone else's dance seemed far more important.

If I could relive that moment
Redo
Do-Over
The moment that I lost you
I'd do it all over again
Same words
Different actions
Different words
Same actions

Only ONE wish?
Oh, how *terrible.

Fireworks are sure to pop, fizz, and bang
Drinks are sure to be passed around
Getting the happy people
Drunk
Jolly
And stupid

The New Year is sure to be good;
Resolutions are made
Never to be resolved
Promises are made to break

The last words of this Year will be
*Goodbye. It's been a great one

Am I invisible
Or simply not there?

Am I invisible
Or simply not seen?

Am I invisible
Or simply ignored?

Am I invisible
Or simply hated?

Am I invisible
Or simply
     not
             liked
                   at
                      all

Blue and yellow
Pink and green
Red and purple
Outdoor and furniture
Indoor and grass
Attic and basement
Nothing and something
Doesn't have to make sense
To have an impact
Does it?

We played frisbee on green
Acting the age of teens
Drinking alcohol and air
The time is late
As we troop through the gate
And go home
Our group laughing at the fun we had
Throughout the night

What? No.
This can't be happening, yes,
My world,
Is upside down
And topsy turvy
And spinning
And spinning
What? No.
Help.
Please.
What? No.
No? What.

Get over it.
You're being hormonal.
Excuse me? *Hormonal?
It's not just being hormonal.
It's called being misunderstood
Pretty much the entirety of the time.
Stop it!
Don't talk back at me.
I'm just explaining my point.
You adults do it all the time!
I've had enough.
Go to your room.
Fine!

Is that the applause of the leaves
I hear outside my window
Or just the rain
Tapping out a tune to the wind?

If Life is but a dream,
Then I wish to wake up
And live in the harsh truth
Of reality and pain

Up,
Down,
Left,
Right,
Shoot,
Bang,
Laugh,
Sing,
Bomb,
Dropped,­
Pistols
Shot
People
Dead

Stop treating me like I'm two
Because guess what
I'm not

Stop treating me like I'm thirty
Because guess what
I'm not

Stop treating me like I'm ignorant
Because guess what
I'm not

Stop treating me like I'm you
Because guess what
I'm not

Stop treating me like that
And start treating me
Like I'm

*Fifteen,
Not two, not thirty,

I know what you're talking about,
So please,
Cut me some slack.

I'm me.
Get over it all ready.

I wait for the day that I can feel your hand clutch mine.
For the day I can smooth down your hair out of love.
Feel your soft cheeks against mine.
Except I have to wait,
Simply because I do not have a partner yet,
Or know if I can ever hold a little child of my imagination like you in my arms.

I can hear it popping.
Feel the heat pressing against my fragile fingertips.
Wanting to escape.
Wanting to be free.
The fire crackles:
The wood has been eaten away.
Most of it.
One piece refuses to split in half.
Like lovers, they cling on to each other,
Unaware of the danger engulfing them,
Burning them,
Splitting them apart.
Still, they refuse to let go.

Listen to these differences
Between you and me
Because they'll be handy, honey,
When you're wondering what you did wrong.

You claw for attention
Of your music taste
Because it's mainstream,
All that modern pop making your brain
Wonder what it's like to prefer rock.

I Like It Heavy like the Halestorm song
Because I see the good in the bad and the ugly
Not like The Chainsmokers
Deciding which filter to use

You watch White Chicks
Because you feel like you can relate to the blonde twins
Locked up in the room
Waiting for those cuts to heal

My friends and I watch it
Because we have a laugh at the guys
Dressing up as teenage girls
Farting in the restaurant being hit on by another guy

I could list a whole lot more
But I'd rather not, so
Do you see the difference?

Oh look,
Dusty memory built on dusty memory,
Let's blow the dirt away,
Give the old generator a massive
KICK
Oh  look,
Let's oversee the images of happy children,
Ice-cream vans out to play,
And skip on over to the start
QUICK
Oh look,
Clown phobias and fear of frowning faces,
A teenage hand gripping teenage hand,
In case of imminent circus death,
Also, look here,
*DON'T GO ANY FURTHER.
NOT WORTH THE PAIN.

It's like a play
A show
A film
A performance
That there is on
The scenes
And behind
The scenes
Yet on is my front
And how I seem to be
While behind
Is what I really feel

This* is what I'm made for,
Creating characters
With little more than
Imagination,
An image,
Paint and brushes*
I'm in my element,
Horror,
Creepy or just plain gore,
I've got the equipment?
And I shall create away

Kudos to you for being a soldier.
Kudos to them for fighting for their rights.
Kudos to us for not being afraid (or being afraid for all the right reasons).
Kudos for the children.
Kudos for the adults.
Kudos for the people of earth for surviving yet another day.

I've tried.
I really have.
Don't you get it?
I can't get the words to fit
They're more like a puzzle
That must never be solved.
My mind sees what it wants
Yet I can't get them to work
But nobody will ever understand why
I want them to.

Fingertips rest against the cool ebony
Seeking keys but playing no sound
Listening over and over again
To the hidden meanings
Of the chosen tune
Words flow out
Of her red lips
Performing
Singing
Dying
*Dead.

Ah, how the stars gleam
With the knowledge of a million years
And billion other more.

Ah, how the stars shout
With the knowledge of a million deaths
And billion other more.

Ah, how the stars sing
With the knowledge of a million songs
And billion other more.

Ah, how the stars love
With the knowledge of a million humans
And billion other more.

The sun is shining
The birds are singing
The wind is blowing
The people are complaining
It's England, what do you expect?
Drink the tea,
Eat the scones,
Wear shorts in the cold,
Trousers in the warmth,
Everything is backwards,
It's what we do for fun!

If every age lasted a decade
And I spent them all alone
I think I'd get rather lonely
Still, since I'm alien to you
I'll sit and listen to music instead
Because at least I can understand that
More than you can me.

Surely you would notice
If your heart was crushed,
Piece by piece.
So why can't you see
Mine had been missing
For a long while?

I upload poems and
I upload junk and
I upload words and
I upload stories and
They may not be good but
All of these things are
*Mine.