Unite in your unions!
Unite in your unions!
Unite in your unions and throw yourself face first in to your work!
Don your shirt or overalls,
Overhaul your boundaries to concreted foundations,
Regardless of what nation you adhere yourself to.
Still you work yourself to the bone so your home can pull through.
Pull through what?
This so called "economic catastrophe"
Will work turn into something done for free?
Used to create social links and acquaintances to support our future selves.
Favours like cans, stacked on shelves.
Cashed in for food to much,
Blankets for warmth,
A place to rest and huddle and slump.
As positive as it seems surely that'd backfire.
Paid work becomes something where few are hired.
An explosion of willing workers in their millions,
Forcing tired feet into the smallest of doors.
Hives of men and women, children, fathers and mothers,
Striving for space while engulfed by their brothers.
Enclosed in forecourts once commercially used,
These families that hustle and bustle get bruised.
Although this exists in the present, and past,
It's a consequence of utter nonsense.
Hopefully (and I say this wholeheartedly)... Hopefully...
Our "leaders" will cut out the rotting impurities and corruption in this economy.
Allowing us to be what our full potential shows us we could be.
Like countless Sci-Fi shows on TV.
Intergalactic human beings,
Where all politics are subdued by feelings.
A plethora of nations on orbiting space stations.
So unite in your unions people of Britain,
Unite in your unions people of China,
Unite in your unions people of Russia,
Unite as a world and demolish these dangers!
Goodbye.
Zàijiàn.
Dasvidaniya.

It's not your typical kind of date,
And he doesn't often date women;
But he's alone, and you're alone,
Though it feels so much like sinning.

You can't refuse his offer,
As he waits for you to dress,
Something casual’s best, he says;
It’s good enough for this.

The scenery floats by slowly,
For he doesn't drive too fast;
You're both old enough by now
You want the time to last.

He has a patient smile,
As he opens up the door;
You're alone now, far away-
Though you've been here before.

You eat dinner, watch a movie
While you sit together, close.
There's alcohol, but you don't drink;
Neither of you likes those.

You want to be clear headed,
To remember every thing.
And then it's late, and pretty soon
There's nothing on the screen.

So you go back to the bedrooms,
And you lie beneath the sheets,
And then he comes so silently,
That you can scarcely breathe.

He lies down full beside you,
So quiet, so strangely still;
And finally says, half-strangled,
We'll begin, whenever you will-

And so, you start to kiss him,
As you think of somewhere far;
The past he's tried to leave behind-
He only wants you to kiss his scars..

Regret becomes me.
I look at your photos, online galleries.
dailybooth, facebook.
what will you join next I wonder?

I feel creepy. Sick. Something is wrong with me.
I feel like a stalker, white van, tying girls up and wiping their tears.

I'm not though.
I miss you. You hurt me.
You hurt me.
So much...
I can't forgive you
but that doesn't mean I don't miss you.

I was there when you needed me, or so I thought.
And when I needed you... Where did you go?
I made a mistake, and my world fell apart.

So here I am,
twenty past three
watching downloaded films
half drunk on bad beer
on a floral print couch
and writing bad poetry.

I've lost weight,
I stopped eating meat
I don't sleep anymore
I erased you from my internet connections
I tore the pages from my journal
all the things I wrote about you
all the things you wrote for me
I burned.

I'll edit this a thousand times
stop capitalizing
add lines
delete more
lose my mind
hate my work
hate myself
but you won't ever talk to me anymore.
which is mostly my fault
I'm sure





I'm sorry.

And what if we had never met,
Would you still feel incomplete?,
Would i be wandering aimlessly,
Admitting love,s defeat?.

And where would we be now my love,
If we had settled for,
The second best that life can give,
And be empty ever more?.

But where will be be soon my dear,
When fate decides to bring,
Our sorrowful hearts together,
In exchange for two gold rings?.

I know where i will be, soulmate,
At night when love is scarce,
I'll be right here, as always,
Writing my love for you, in verse.