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.

Empty lens
Empty imagination

You truly are the sweetest soul, my dear.

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.

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.

Butterfly Wings and
Bed Springs

Rollercoaster Rides and
Sea Tides

Music's playing and
Jumpers fraying

All the Queens and Kings and
All these little things

The kingdom of the brave!

I'm
All
Alone
And
There's
No one
Here
To
Help
Me

I'm sorry, strong little guy
For all the pain and pressure

You see, it wasn't entirely me,
Wasn't all MY fault

It was all them,
Not me

Ok, that was a slight lie,
Please forgive me

I took things slightly more seriously
Than your blood pumping could ever do

You work my veins
Until they decay

The blood rotten and thick
It drools throughout my flesh

The pressure will take its toll one day
And you will not forgive me for it

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?

I would like you to stop for a minute.
Look around.
What do you see?
Your mum? Your dad?
Maybe older or younger sibling(s)?
Do you have children?
Best friends?
Please. Stop for a minute.
Appreciate that not everything with those people is perfect.
Not you, not them.
But appreciate, even though they may not show it,
They love you.
The quirks, the ups and the downs,
The mood swings,
Appreciate them.
Care for them, love them,
Hold them,
Be there for them, even if they aren't always there for you.
Please. Appreciate every little thing.

It's something ordinary
To love things beautiful,

But it really is something beautiful
To love the ordinary.

I cannot begin to comprehend
The stupidity of people that think
I care about them
And their opinion
When they don't agree
With what
I have
To say.

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

What do you wanna bet
That I can climb that tree
Before you catch that bee?

What do you wanna bet
That you can be cooler
If you'd listen to me?

What do you wanna bet
That everything is perfect
Within our mini mile radius?

What do you wanna bet
That a laugh is better
Than gloom?

If my knee high converse are making you nervous
*Don't worry. It's not the boots that bite. It's the face that does.

If I killed you
Would you prefer
A knife
Or gun?

It wouldn't matter
They'd both produce
Gushing blood
Red blood
The dark liquid that is inside you

You'd bleed
Cry tears
From the wound
That I made
I'd probably look back
And cry for you

But that's just my job
To ****
And to make others bleed

Blood, Lungs and Alcohol
Addiction, Hell and Help
How much more
Can Aidan take
Before he decides to die?

The Break of Light
The Break of Dawn
The steps we took to fight
Aren't we just childish pawns?

To throw away
In the break of light
And break of dawn
Silly wars, silly gifts

Of broken hearts
The Broken light
Of broken dawn

Brick by brick
I've built myself up
With words and phrases
That fit together

Brick by brick
I've built this wall
To keep myself safe
From harm and insults

Mummy
Why won't you bring me
Oh bring me home?
That vile red liquid
Makes you horrible
And mean

It always makes the shadows seem darker
More frightening
More real

This place is dark
This place is scary
This place is dank
This place isn't home
And the only person who can bring me home
Is you
But you're stuck,
Forever looking inside that Monster bottle of yours
And not at *me

Bullet-proof vests
Won't be able to contain
The **** I have prepared
For you and your ******* team
Of roundabout ways
And undue leave.

Bullet-proof scars
Aren't worth noting,
Because I remember gladly,
Clear and true,
Just what I did
To you.

Bullet-proof hearts
Are so clearly fake
As destroying your life source
Is as easy as destroying the plague.

I want to shrivel like a raisin
Curl up into a ball
From your rounded little basin (of friends)
Of all the torturers, you're the most cruel
I wish to stand up to you
But my knees are to bruised
For begging for forgiveness
And my lunch money too
But I can't and I shan't
And I never shall
As I'm the weak little girl
Bullied by *all

Can you see me?
Am I just invisible
To your forever looking eyes?
Can't you see
How hard I've tried
To get myself here,
To be heard,
And now?
It appears my voice has been lost
Within the unforgiving crowd.
All I ever wanted,
Was to own a crown,
A place,
A thing
To call my own,
And yet?
It seems that no one,
Not one single person,
Gives a **** about the existence
Of a born tune
Given the life to do whatever they please
But?
You seem determined
On knocking her novelty down.

I regret not taking the chances
To do the things I wanted to do
With you.

Clocks;
Ticking

Locks;
Clicking

Advice;
Taken

Leaves;
R­aked

The clocks
Are ticking

Tick, tick, ticking
Your life away

Your fate;
Chosen

Your death;
Imminent

Your breath
Stolen

Your heart rate;
Slowing

Your clock;
*Stopping

Stop, the
creak, creak
Listen, to the
creak, creak
Of the silent home, going
creak, creak
Not everything is as it seems,
Hear your steps going
creak, creak
But you're not moving,
creak, creak
What is it?
creak, creak
Anyone there?
creak, creak
You'd expect the
creak, creak
To answer?
creak, creak
Nobody there,
creak, creak
It's an old home,
creak, creak
No it's not
creak, creak
I'm
creak
Going
creak
To
creak
**** you
*creeeak, creeeak

C is for carpal.
Sounds a bit like the word carpet.

T is for tunnel.
Those things that danger is usually in.

S is for syndrome.
Can also be used to describe a lot of things.

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.

The rocks don't stop you,
And neither does your prey's sharp teeth.
Gold, silver, grey and blue,
Darting into salty view,
What a lovely shade and hue,
I want to have you for my own,
And yet,
Here you are,
Away from the net,
Dart, dart, darting away,
Wonder of your fluorescent skin,
Smoother than the smallest pin,
A jokers smile is plastered for show,
Swim, swim, swim away.

I have a heart made of daggers
That could slice your deadbeat life in two
But why should I waste my pity
Spending it all on you?

Silence deafens the weak and the lonely,
So does it deafen you, my good man?

Cuts and wounds and scratches
Set deep in your skin
They create little tracks
Like Daddy's motorbike on
That deathly moor

Cuts and wounds and scratches
Creating red blood
To swell to the surface
Like Daddy's body on
That deathly moor

Cuts and wounds and scratches
They are
Deep
Angry
Ugly crevices
On the map of your body

Cuts and wounds and scratches
Deep enough as crevices
To fall and sink into
Just like Daddy did on
That deathly moor

I'm in so deep
It's getting hard to tell
What is up and what is down

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?

If I prefer the quiet
To the loud
Does that make me different?

If I prefer to write books
To mismatched texts
Does that make me different?

If I prefer to listen to rock bands
To pop bands
Does that make me different?

Yes.
It does.
And I'm glad.
*I don't want to be like them anyways.

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

Drip...

The ice melts and drips

Onto withered, frosty grass

Drip...

The ice falls onto

Dead flowers that have no hope

Of ever living again

Drip...

Fingers snapping off

Bits of the ice

That drips onto their thin gloves

Drip...

That sad little sound

That's feeble and painful

To hear after the Christmas parties

That

Drip...

With more fake pretences

Of over exaggerated happiness

And joy

Drip...

Drip...

Drip...

We all have to grow up some day
Get a job,
Earn money,
All that jazz.
It's funny,
Because it comes sooner
And more quickly,
Way scarier
Than some of us realise.
It dawns on us
Like a tidal wave on an unsuspecting village,
Or hurricane that didn't show on the radar.
Just think,
Everyone grows up.
Even if we don't want to.

What does my ego say when it feels like I betrayed it?
*My apologies.

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