Guilt is a tangible thing,
But not a manageable creature.
Locked in my ribs, an animal prowls,
Sharpening it's claws on the bones.
My hands shake with the reverberations
So I clamp them around my ribs,
Another barrier- another thing with claw marks in.

Because thinking the way you do,
Makes you upsetting and you upset.
People can't handle you
And so you can't handle you.

So then you conform
To being the right kind of odd
And your deviant thoughts
Leave everyone else alone.

So no one notices
your thoughts ripping
At the seams of your life because
**They're all having the same problem.

Mind swirling
Heart calling
Out for you
To die
But I won't die
Cause I'm a coward
And ****, world
Please stop spinning

The whole point
Of living and dying,
Of hurting and crying
Is to grow and change as a person.

If something I do
Doesn't alter who
I am and was and will be,
I will consider it a waste of my mind.

In a sea of words we drown,
Being pulled down into their depths
By the weight of them
But a single phrase can help us
To rise again from the meaningful words
Which lost their meaning.

"Love", " hate", "sorry".
We use them so much that when
In a moment of passion
They mean as little as a light breeze.
Gone so quickly, without being cherished.

But if used carefully, that breeze
Could conduct a storm
And all the words in the sea we drown in
Couldn't stop that locution from echoing
Gliding, skipping, crashing around
In our minds as we try

To rationalise everything apart from
Hope.

Love is a rose,
With blood
Dripping from the thorns.

I am digging my own grave with lies
I never told,
To spare hearts
That ended up bleeding,
Even though I cared
And even though we tried
To find a better tomorrow
We were looking for a ghost in limbo.

It's like setting moth wings on fire;
They become the light they crave.

Je voudrais etre content avec ma vie,
Mais tu n'es pas content, aussi.
Alors je fais moi-même miserable.
*Pour toi.

My grandparents are going to die,
Before my little sister goes to uni,
Before I get married (if it happens),
Before any of us have children,

Before I am able to accept it.

The most romantically sought after girl
And the most socially admired boy
Chose to be my best friend and boyfriend
And Jesus Christ, they chose me
Woah.

Fullstop is the name of this poem,
Fullstop is the last word, too.
For isn't that the way life is?
You can't have a capital letter
Sans a fullstop.

Hours revising
Days and days
Sit in the chair
***** up the words
You know this ****, right?

Guess what?
Hours revising
Days and days
Doesn't mean you
Read the question right.

Have a little faith in the words you're given,
Because we cant give you anything else.
And it's not for lack of trying.

I am bleeding down the drain,
Every part of myself I hold onto
Is oozing out of my pores as my
Poor, poor friend opens her skin,
Rips her flesh apart like paper
Because the emotion shouldn't be
*Inside.

I don't want to sleep alone.

The world is dull in here.
You stop, we stop, it all ******* stops.
And the world, we know keeps going
But by Christ, in here we don't know;
Wouldn't know if America were nuked
Or Isis got sold more guns.
We are reduced to numbers
A seat number, a passport id
Ugh I'm bored.

If someone gave me a crystal light catcher,
I'd probably break it.
The light would be thrown how chance wanted,
Not the craftsmen.
I'm sure it would have been beautiful to see
What they had imagined.
But chance needs an opportunity to create,
To place these shards.
Throw them across the floor as they fragment.
It has seconds
To choose what it'll create.

Are we writing to each other on here, or am i just stupid and naïve.

I see you die each night.
I don't want to feel better.
I want to see you safe.
I can live with not seeing you Happy,
**But god, I can't stand being awake
And not knowing you are too.

The last slice of cake being offered to you
Your best friend laughing hysterically
The first kiss after years of unrequited love
The second, the third, the 50th
A promise being kept
Or a hug being given when you need it most

The all-consuming gravity between my hands and your skin.

So you've been alive for seventeen years,
And I'm really very glad about this fact.
Stick around, little idiot.
Keep smiling, keep laughing.

Hell is not a place I wish to visit,
and yet I find myself surrounded by demons.

One's for stress
The other for sleep
This for sadness, crying
That for anger, shouting
One result
It hurts like hell
Thud goes your brain
Deep breath
Let go of the pain.

Thud, goes your brain
Sitting in class
The teacher drills
We repeat each thud
Our brains
Knocking like our fingers
Tapping atop the table
Can we go yet?

Thud goes your brain
Take paracetamol
Medicate thought
Desensitize.
Copy, repeat
Coffee, revise
Thud goes your brain
Again.

Tapping, pulsing, echoing;
The humming in my head
Only serves to remind me
That I am quite alone.

My brain hurts.
I can't turn or blink,
Have the lights too bright,
Or have them dim.

You gave me a kiss
You gave me a promise
"We'll see each other at Christmas"
Three years on, my once was love
We've started talking and I'd forgotten
How brilliant you were and
How brilliant we were
You make me laugh
But you broke
My heart.

Too much grinning,
Now my face hurts.

Day in, day out
This is what we do
Running around in circles
Running around in doubt.

We hide behind the curtains,
We hide beneath the stairs
We hide behind all that we aren't,
Just to avoid the stares.

We wait for them to find us,
Its all we ever do
Cause all the while the person lost
is only ever you