I woke up in the night and your face soothed me,
Eyes flitting in deep sleep,

I woke up and your precious arms held onto me,
Carrying me like expensive silk.

I woke up one twilight, and you were so vacant,
I didn't recognise you at all,
Your mind was at ease, your mouth the soft breeze,
You'd found happiness in your dreams

I rolled over one night, to grasp you tight,
Then I remembered that you had let go,
No pretty face, no touching my lace,
No tangle of cold feets, all
I could reach were your mean
Empty sheets.

I would breathe water
To be with you once again,
collect your fibres of being,
That were scattered like rain.

I would swim the Atlantic,
Touching each port,
To let you know,
You're in my every thought.

Carry your cinders,
That are now entwined with sand,
Stick you back together,
In the palm of my hand.

You control the seas with your trident,
That was dissolved as well,
I miss you more,
Than the ocean can tell.

Your slurred thoughts,
Compatible with mine,
Sober and cold,
Like the dry wine.

Jumbled letters schpeel
Out your mouth,
The cider sinks down,
Eyes climbing south.

Hot sweaty palms,
Pull on my skin,
Taking all my naïvety
From deep within.

Inebriated breath,
"Smile through the pain"
Talons piercing,
As I try to abstain

Tangled headphones
Knotted mind,
Messed up music,
Confused half rhyme.

Let's crease our bodies,
Like paper birds,

Let everything be,
Til we're in our urns.

Swear our hearts,
On the brightest star,

Admire one another,
From so far.

balanced, unequal, all the same to me,
Each of them forms
Of reciprocity.

I give, you take,
I deal, you shake.

Stolen my heart,
Taken my brain,
I believe I've gone completely insane.

Kiss me on the cheek,
When I go for the lips.
The both of us,
Aren't invested in this.

Honey, like the nectar of the bees,
Sweet, fulfilling,
Embodiment of ease.

Honey, like the golden ***,
Gentle yet billing,
As if I've won the lot.

Honey, as if the milky skin tone,
Unique and touching,
Now no fear of being lone.

Sticky sickening saliva,
Of the comb,
You've injected me,
Toxicity in your home.

Your crook is my perfect pillow,
Your hair as careless
As the weeping willow.

A neck anchored with roots,
Your cold tip toes,
Smothered by boots.

Lips that revive, more than water can,
Each of your whispers,
Makes my heart fan.

Your goosebumps a trail, down abdomen,
Why won't you please,
Let me in.

The orange sky is my perfect light,
When people pause
And birds fault flight.

The tide rolls in,
Pulls troubles from my toes,
They can tumble
Wherever the sea goes.

An exorcism as the sky
illuminates and dulls,
My soul flies high,
To join the re acclaimed, pesky gulls.

Unsteady feet,
Tread cobbled, wobbled floor,
Little potted plants,
Dead at the door.

Salt in the air,
Flurries of sun
Entwine fair hair.

Cables zap as they shake
Up above,
In this place of chipped paint,
Lacking it's love.

Spray crashes over
The spread harbour arm,
Knocking out,
All of its charm.

A sweep of the gale,
All unsteady will fail
to keep postured posed and poised.

A flick of the mist,
wail of the lighthouse,
As the weather consumes,
The quaint little homes,
All torn up
In the turmoil of natures fumes.

I hate to think,
Ten years from now,
That I'm a what an if a maybe
a how.

I hate to think,
Fifty miles down the road,
You'll remember me
And how we shared a load.

I hate to think,
I hate the thought,
That we might not accomplish
the love we sought.

To all feminists I solemnly swear,
I will do what I want
With my own hair.

To all women and all men,
I won't abide by
Each of them.

To everyone of the human race,
Pinky promise I will not stand
A blow to the face.

I swear to all
I will not find any flaws
At all.

I promise suffragettes,
I will not have a life
Of nervous sweats.

I won't let a member of opposite ***,
Take my body,
And move onto the next.

I promise myself, I'll take what I give,
Surviving on extravagant or
Desperate ways to live.

I'll be strong, like the woman
I am meant to be,
I won't let words of others
define what is me.

I serenade with lit wicks,
Pave your way to me
With quick wit.

Smudged full lips,
On your skin,
Little crescents on your hips,
Where my nails dug in.

A baggy sweater,
Pushing against my shape,
Soft skin dragging
To my vacant gape.

Entice you with
what is mine,
To my body
Your love shall bind.

I wear silver charms,
And carry locks of heather,
In the hope
All will fall together.

I cross my fingers,
Beg and plead
Hoping my angel
Will pay heed.

Avoid pavement cracks,
Opening parasols inside,
But with all these cautions,
The devil on my back still does deride.

My fingers have been broken,
sterling charms lost,
But still in time I beg,
All this shall be forgot.

It welcomes you,
With regular thud,
Gentle blush,
From pump pump blood.

Frames your face,
More lovingly than a
cup of hands,
Leaves a memory of you, where it lands.

Accompanies you,
when the sun's shining South,
People fall in love,
With the moves of your mouth.

Feet that leave,
Gentle marks in sand,
Skin so supple,
To another ones hand.

Don't collapse each element
that you've matured so
wonderfully in,
This is your home,
And you should be at one with him.

All I strive to be
Is a perfect puzzle
With every last piece

I pick a petal from the bud,
He loves me apparently
But everything he's said and done
Prove to me it's not to be.

We're toe to toe,
Nowhere to go.
Pale cheeks,
On dirtied sheets.
I tell you all you mean to me
Bodies fold like origami,
Your sticky skin
And jagged chin,
Cling against
The strewn night dress,
Grasp the seconds,
in you Palm,
Feel them clot in your bloodstream,
Think of me,
When the world is
Mean

burn your bridges
Cast of your foes,
still have a long while to go.
Clasp your thick skin,

For you are all your own,
Do not cremate your body,
This temple is your home.

You are not just,
A flickering flame of light,
You smolder all in
your sight.

Effulgent, my precious one,
Glowing more
Than the asterioids
Our closing sun.

You don't ignite my love,
But you engulf my heart,
With your atomic bomb,
Your flicking tongue,

Left a fiery hell,
In the back of my throat,
Striked me,
Harder til I fell from your spell

My emotions roll with the tide,
Toe tip dip,
Into the blue,
The cold dark liquid,
Seeps inside.

My hair turns to the creatures,
Of the big deep,
All of their poison
Rapidly seeps.

Sea salt water enters my lungs,
Gently squeezing,
And halting
My slow breathing,

Years from here,
I'll reach the troughs,
But what if this ending
Isn't enough?

My skin a crustation,
Water baby
Can't swim,
Let the ocean compress me,
****** me from within.

Thorns tighten round the neck,
Wicked words cloud her head.

The sharp little teeth of the
Bramble crown
Inject her perfect scruff

Her feet grow numb, one shoe off
The other still on.

Her eyes remain open,
Reaching for the door.

For when one closes,
Another opens up

But this
Stayed jammed, tight shut.

She longed for this hanging,
To be the way out.

To escape the clasping hands
Of hoofed devil.

But as her blood pooled
And failed to clot.

She released, life was
Everything she thought it not.

Oh honey, you're so juvenile,
But even with your childish ways,
You cannot bare a smile.

Oh honey, you made me weep,
But now not a drop of remorse
do I seap.

Oh sweetheart, you play your game,
But what from this
do you gain?

You made me chuckle, you made me cry,
But now all I do is wonder why?

now your absence makes me dance,
because oh, honey ***,
I am no longer in your trance.

What about myself do I hate?
Way too much to abbreviate.

Why am I all ears,
When you hardly spend a second
discovering my fears.

Why was I made to be reserved,
As all it does
is keep you deterred.

You drink green tea,
But smoke cigarettes.

You gamble your life on unthought bets,
And throw litter to the floor of the sea.

pollute souls and steal hearts,
Gulp spirits every night.

Reject the one whom's willing to
play the part,
So dark you engulf light.

Drink coffee after brushing with mint,
Lie with one leg out,

Let your pockets collect lint,
You're a selfish lout.

Flurries fell from the sky,
The day you were cindered,
Everything swept up,
into a blizzard.

Your 6ft2 box was
carried along,
By the men who did you
no wrong

Your casket a basket
In a shroud of frost,
For what did another life
cost?

Ushered inside,
By your mum and your dad,
for this was the last control over
you they had.

Shiny midnight cars, lined the roads,
Bowing their heads,
To their precious load.

My booted feet shuffled,
determined to not move,
I didn't want to see you carried,
Up the flue.

Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
What's another man,
Gone in the rust?

I'm tired of missed calls
Undelivered texts,
Removing digital evidence
Of an ex.

Typing '****' when
longing to howl
Pressing like, acting,
you're on the prowl.

Weary of condensing my
message
To just on small
passage.

Tap it all out,
Just to backspace,
like what you need to express,
Is a plain old waste.

Look up from your paper thin,
Retina display,
Don't let technology
Get in the way.

Take chances, soar
ignore the device
that makes your life
so impure.

Throw away the shackles,
Reconcile,
Cry on shoulders,
Whisper, wander for hours,
Whatever you do,
Ignore the iPhone's powers.

Love love love,
And don't feel bad,
For not getting a text back,
Is not the worst pain you've had.

Be truly elated, this time
don't pretend
put down your mobile,
As for now, in this moment.
Technology needs to end.

Tangle our legs,
Like my woven hair.
Entwine our bodies
Whilst we lay bare.

Look at my eyes,
And see the skies.
Grip your tender skin,
Like a hook digging in.

I'm not needy,
I'm just being smart,
to break you,
Before you do to my poor
little heart.

I love you
I loathe you
I need you
I hate you

Everything is wrong,
But it feels so right,
You've taken my love,
And held it tight.

I plead you, I plead you.
Pretty please stay.
Don't take this clutched
Admiration away.

Music holds invisible thread,
Connects us, toe to head.

Your favourite lyric,
Is also theirs,

A voice angelic,
Gives you goose-bumped hairs.

Solo, acoustic, alternative,
Quick guitar pluck,

The pitches envelope
Like warm bed sheets of comfortable tuck

Once in a while,
I wouldn't mind,
To have a partner that makes me smile.

A guy by my side,
Who will tell his friends about
me with a sense of pride.

To hold me in tight grasp,
I want his face
In my locket clasp.

A kiss on the forehead will suffice,
To have his nickname,
On my device.

To paddle together,
In the ocean of life,
Just sometimes a little company,
Would be rather nice.

Irony to me,
Is that so many smoke cigarettes
and drink green tea.

Irony to me,
Is that we draw illusions of nature
On paper that used to be a tree,

I can step in someone else's shoes
And walk ten thousand miles.

But when I'm back inside of mine,
I can hardly crack a smile.

You slipped like sand
Out my grasp

As I clambered after you,
Looking for your grains,
In the sand hurricane,
What was I to do?

The desert consumes,
Hot sand all around.

An illusion of paradise is but a glimmer.

All is awkward, and out of place,

My thirst and crave for more,

Parched, disregarded,
On your sanded desert floor.

Clamy palms,
Because of your charms,

Twisted brain,
Your beauty brings pain,

Knotted stomach,
Because of your havock,

Jelly legs,
Your somber tones mess with my head,

Shy blue eyes,
I worry you feed me lies,

Goose pimpled skin,
Nerves from within,

My legs itch against,
The peeling paint pine,
As I sit in the cold out-back.

The garden's in gloom,
Gone is the moon,
But here hovers dew tears.

Soft purrs and bird caws,
Rustling trees
fill the empty space.

Cracks of warm glow,
Glisten like fresh snow,
On the harsh crazy-paved ground.

The air is so still,
The moments do as they will,
As I clutch a cool brew in tight grasp.

Hair is a blanket,
I want to thank it
and all the little I have.

As the floating time,
Rising flame,
Song of the wildlife around.

Keep in harmony,
Perfect choir,
Making the mourning seconds sound.

A shard in the eye,
Dagger in my palm,
Looking away from you is like losing an arm,

Knife through the skull,
Bullet in the brain,
A lifetime without you would drive me insane.

***** in the temple,
Pin in my toe,
To survive without you, I just don't know.

I long for the breeze in my hair,
When I pull the roof down,

For the grip of the wheel
in my two hands.

Ten to two, ten to two,
Accelerate and clutch.

To glide along the roads,
That my feet extensions touch.

To be free, and let loose,
The roads, not my noose.

The cold Tarmac a staircase,
To the rest of my life,

The freedom, the beauty,
For it all to be yours truly's.

The world my very own clam.

Four passengers packed in the back,
Or a precious one
riding shotgun,

music will blast,
The lyrics will last,
In the tranquilly stifling air

I shall;
Chase the sun,
And admire the moon.

My travelling days can't come too soon,

You are a limpet to your bed
I kiss your precious head.

The bright purple sky is warning,
cold outside is calling.

The rays creep through,
And under sheets caress you.

I watch dazed by sleep,
in slumber, your eyes weep.

Your hair is out of place,
Pillow case creases on your face.

The covers entwined, fighting.
As you find the perfect lighting.

My honey I adore you,
I whisper on deaf ears,

As you toss and turn,
I implore you,
And I will for many more years.

"When I die I'll go to heaven because I've spent my time in hell"
But shush, perse your lips,
Don't you ever tell.

This life has been a wicked spell,
A curse in the mirror,
A twist in my head,

Miss fortune in my luck,
Bad luck in my heart,
For when my time comes
It is in fact hell
that I shall depart.

I would say
I love you to the moon and back,
But truth is I love you more,
With every fiber of your being,
Each and every pore.

I would say
I'll travel the seven seas for you,
But I'd do it twice as much,
There and back again twelve times,
Doesn't even convey the amount of my heart you touch.

I would say
I'll take a shoot for you,
A dagger in the heart,
I'd be your barricade,
Only if you'll play this part.

There and back and round again,
In envoloping  love spiral,
I don't even care,
If this confession goes viral.

Books are reliable folk,
They'll remain in your hand as you have a ****.

The pages don't mind markings,
The bindings are okay with carvings,

The letters will always remain,
Even if, your holy grail is left out in the rain.

Their secret meaning can be read
in the solitary of your head.

Or your favourite piece, shout aloud!
Yell it to a crowd.

Weep as your character's love departs,
Flick through it with a careless heart.

Keep it in your back pack,
Or glare at it on your iPad.

Your trusty friend 'book'
Is always willing for you to prise it open,
and take a long, hard look.

The trees will still sway,
Sun shall still rise,
The far away lights above us,
Will still shoot away.

The grass will grow,
The seasons will change,
daisies shall be covered,
In a shroud of snow.

I will still gaze,
Still breathe,
wistfully, hope dream.
Whether you're here,
Or vanished in the haze.

The globe will keep rotating,
Until it gets engulfed,
The clouds
still make shapes,
boats will carry on floating.

All will stay the same,
Whether you're my love or not,
Nothing will change except,
The feeling deep within,
that it was in fact me,
to blame.

Snags in her tights,
Chipped black on her claws,
She stands against walls,
Vulnerable to the brawls.

A skirt grazing her thighs,
Too small for her liking,
She pulls at the seems,
And feeds the old men lies.

Lips that bleed,
Mascara stained cheek,
Frame too slim,
She's in the gutter, sensual and meek.

Lady of the night,
Rolls to your car,
beckons you with her finger,
hopes you won't linger.

A ten note slips,
Into her grip.
She squeezes.
It will feed her addiction.

She has money to pay,
Children to feed,
She digs her knuckles so much they bleed.

Life carries by,
As she tries to get high,
On the fumes of other men.

But the red light comes on,
Her skirt hitches up,
She cries as he whispers
good girl.

As he kisses her neck,
She thinks what the heck
Am I doing with my **** awful life,
Selling cheap love,
To father above,
In hope she gets a better price
than the tiny sum
From every business bloke that comes, beckons her into his arms.

She pulls at her pleather,
At her last tether,
Why am I in this life?

Soho's her home,
But it leaves her numb to the bone.

She has more than budget passion,
She craves style,
She fashion.

But instead the needle pierces,
And she sinks down,
Hating the body she's in,
Women walk and they frown,
But they don't understand how the girl feels deep down,
She just wants true love.

Oh heaven above?
If there is a Holy Spirit,
Let me be it,
For this withered young *******,
Belongs in your constitute,
Please, she begs, save me from the charity brutes.

As the dark closes in,
So do my eyes,
As the blanket covers,
Unveiled are the lies.

The glove of twilight envelopes,
Giving a subtle heat,
These long winter nights
However make me weep.

The curtains are pulled,
The blinds are shut,
And inside the turmoil
I'm stuck in a rut.

The blanket of cold,
Starts to pull back,
We begin to wake,
The shriveled thoughts. Attack.

These streetlight, fog evenings,
The moment the switch is off,
Nothing is enough.

The seconds soon slip
As I remain in your grip,
A Marlboro light,
Hanging between your sweet lip.

My hair is a tangled mess
And on the floor, strewn is my dress.
Slight, lacy and black,
In an attempt to impress.

Your eyes are pale pastel,
You mumble that you like my castle
'For my princess'
You say as I bury in your muscle.

Your beard is stubble on my cheek,
With each toss and turn the floorboards creek,
As you look under the sheets to peak.

Your cigarette is blunted in a vase,
You hold my cheek and say
'You are far more precious than glass'

Your skin is dew like and gathers between your brow,
I stroke your jaw as if I don't know how.

The kiss is so tender, so careful, so harsh,
Your breathe tastes like mirangues and ash,
I move my lips over your thickening 'tache.

"My love" you pant three times,
As you squeeze my thighs
And I kiss your eyes.

What an impeccable morning,
A love without warning.

Here comes November rain,
He lingers on the window pane.

Locked outside without a key,
Please keep him away from me.

I've changed the lock,
His face reflects in the clock.

It chimes but he still remains outside,
His persistence won't make me abide.

November rain,
Knocking on the door frame.

Desperate to get in,
I can't withstand him.

Sometimes I feel,
I have it all planned out,
Then it's as if my hairs falling out.

Sometimes it's like,
Everything's right,
Then my chest gets way too tight.

Sometimes I know,
Exactly what I feel,
Then I feel like I'm in a hamster's wheel.

Sometimes I get,
Which way I should go,
But then I panic.
I, just, don't, know,

The buildings stand high like mountains,
except more defined,
countless floors down,
I stand, blind.

The cars creep past,
a continuous stream,
whilst I wait to cross,
forever it seems.

Times square shines bright,
but all I see,
is the homeless man,
made bed next to me.

I stand in my anorak,
curly hair holding the smell,
how long shall I stay?
only time will tell.

I jangle my few cents,
in my trouser pocket,
I repeat the name,
as if I forgot it.

I left all I knew,
just for you,

my little English home,
and exquisite British tea,
all for you to fall in love with me.

I stick out like a strand of grey hair,
among all the hustle,
of times square.