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

Annoys me when you think I'm weak,
When I've seen my own father die,
Kept a straight face when I had bad results,
Stabbed myself with a safety pin,
Fallen backwards onto my head,
Ripped a tendon but refused hospital,
Chipped half my tooth and waited for a week,
Get brain freeze whenever I eat something cold,
Have a constant pain in my right shoulder,
And dull ache in my jaw,
Sunburnt my scalp,
Torn hair out because the knot was too big,
Had to defend my own work,
Had friends that are self absorbed,
Plans that weren't meant to be,
So I really think I can put up with,
You falling out of love with me.

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.

we share a soul,
give our heart,
no distance,
will hold us apart.

I'll travel the dotted lines,
follow your veins,
the miles between,
shall never refrain.

I'll kiss you, caress you,
my arms stretch wide,
my passion for you,
not something to hide.

wear our rings,
gold silver bands,
never ending circles,
linking our hands.

your touch, your touch,
I need it so,
my partner for life,
I know, I know.

he had sad eyes,
and dusty insides,
she didn't fit,
and never wore a true smile,
the only thing to lift him up,
was the pluck of a string,
the simplest way to gain some joy,
was for her to listen to a gravelly voice
riddled with pain,
both so alike,
compatibility like no other,
but he built a barricade,
and she encased her heart with a tall,
impermeable wall.
which meant they would never collide,
and instead spent their lives in passing,
completely and utterly alien
in our little sphere
we like to call home.

the blinds are shut,
the shutters closed,
nobody appears to be home,

but here we have a glow
from deep inside,
perhaps a glimmer of lost pride,

the light shone through the shutters,
a floodlight on the grass,
they were at home

oh at last!

Maybe these blues will never get shook,
maybe this darkness will loom
wherever I look.

Maybe it'll shroud my every step,
maybe it will always be in my core,
my every depth.

But maybe I'll keep up straight,
maybe this time I won't drown.

or
maybe,
it will
push
me
down.

our little boy Bruce
in slip on shoes,
swinging on mummy's arm

princess Niahm
holds daddy's hand
never to let him go

Bruce has pa's hair,
Niahm momma's eyes,
together they're a happy pair.

a batman princess
and a monkey boy
never afraid to play with one an others toys

oh our love for you shall never fade
if daddy and I have our way.

mirror, mirror on the wall,
am I lovable at all?

do you think someone could look past
all the flaws that I've always had?

will they admire my hair,
and tell me that they care?

will he hold my skin,
and tell me my beauty isn't just from within?

mirror mirror
that hangs on the wall,
of course they won't,
I'm such a fool.

I’ll never forget,
How I cried
When I opened the flood gates to my heart
And you sat opposite
And laughed.

she sprints through the grass,
where the blades won't harass,

the gentle wheat crops against her skin
running fast, they tickle her shin.

galloping, chasing, like a gazelle,
rays of sun caress, enchanting dark skin with spell.

curvaceous body with no care,
lovely lady, as free as her hair.

she grabs at the violets, press to her face,
indestructible woman, found her place.

jiggling, wobbling, dancing with joy,
this here woman, life is her toy.

she moulds it and holds it as she changes to sprint,
the sadness in here bares no hint.

curly hair, heritage rich,
this bird here, unpicked every stitch.

she stops, she stops, at the edge,
scrambles scrambles stopping before ledge.

jiggling juggling, in the ****,
she dances around, no want to intrude.

escapee, escapee, that's what she's become,
and oh now, she feels like the only one.

boundless beauty, encased with dark lattice scars,
her body contains a bounty of stars.

no shape can hold her,
no one can tame, encase,
no hands can hold her,
more valuable than lace.

I miss what you used to be,
know what you are,
for this mythical being has depart.

you've left my heart,
exiting my brain,
no longer my eternity.

Why do you crave another girls attention when you have all of mine?
why do you not see the care and passion in my eyes?
the fire in my heart,
desire in my soul.
how am I not enough?
I will never fulfill you're being,
you will always search for more,
but this is all I'll ever be,
and I don't believe I am what you long for.

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.

you lavish like silk,
velvet to my cheek,
your body an oyster,
holding my pearl.

creased sheets,
clingy skin,
sticking like a love note,
magnet,
knotted string.

cool cool breeze,
blowing our candles,
hold on tight,
grip to my handles.

tangle you with lace,
our poses in memory foam,
our hands clamped together,
how could I feel alone?

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.

Sometimes I like the feeling of insignificance,
the bliss that comes from innocence.

The solitary in naivety,
the absence of prosperity.

long polysyllable words,
that describe emotions other people I know have never heard.

Tongue gently flicking the roof of your mouth,
as each of them is pronounced.

It tangles, twists and twines,
loop the loop around your neck.

bounces and flounces,
swept in the wind.

knotted and split,
frayed at the ends,

tamed with a plastic,
tied into place,

only for it to slip,
and envelope your nape
.

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.

It's sad when you can tell,
that a person is holding back tears
and longing for them not to show.

It's so hard not to notice a person in trouble,
even though they often fight so hard.

The purple below sunken eyes,
showing the dreams that had been pulled from their grasp.

cold trembling hands,
resembling how they once held on too tight.

deteriorating bodies,
yet buzzing thoughts,
somehow keeping them alive.

skin a soft grey,
hair a tousled mess showing how much they have become untamed.

unsatisfied people,
who hold on despite there not being much

If you were a mountain,
I'd clamber to your rocky peak,
giddy in the air up there,
No piece of your heath
I'd wish to tweak.

If you were a preacher
I'd listen intent,
Each noun so prounounced,
Hands pressed together,
on the floor, bent.

If you are the sunshine,
I'll dismiss all the shade,
In search, as if to find,
I'd stare into you,
Willing to go blind.

If you were a house,
I would live in you,
lavish each little nook,
Turn all the lights to full,
Illuminated, like a child's story book.

don't suppose for a moment,
That you're not the seven seas,
paddle through you in my row boat,
Touching, glide with ease.

Do you ever look in the mirror and hope to see what you're not,
for all of your worries and frown lines to have been banished from your face,
the hurt from your sunken eyes to have gone whilst you slept,
the knots in your hair to have unraveled themselves,
for your knuckles to no longer ache,
and for you to have more strength,
for your shoulders to become less tense,
your body to be light,
to drift amoungst others,
who envy your ease in this world.

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.

I'm going to write I love you,
With the tide,
The ripples on my finger,
Watch me glide.

I've grown wings, fins,
Darling can't you see?
Way up here, it's what you've done to me.

I'll etch Mount Rushmore,
With your face,
Darling darling darling,
Catch my pace.

I'll blow rings with the clouds,
Loops of love,
The silver bounds.

I turn the light bulbs,
In the stars,
Make them shine,
You'll see them from Mars.

The water the sun
The earth, the flame,
All of them wild,
A love I can't tame.

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?

every line,
each groove and edge,
fall and sweep to create you,
that arch of your back,
and apple in your throat,
curves that fall at the base of your back,
chiseled edges of thighs,
delicate ankles,
and veins that throb,
carefully created cheeks,
and the bumps of collar bones,
plumpness of lips,
and nobble on knees,
making you perfect for me.

distance can break you
and make you fear
but your lover will always be there
I swear my dear

distance can harm you in every way
but trust is key
or else your love
tends to flee

so hold them tight even though miles lay thick
scrimp change and notes
and get your ticket
and in your arms you will be

so stay strong my darling
together we shall be
i'm sorry for worrying
and being too attached
but my greatest fear is losing you
and never getting you back

some people like to say,
'a poem's not a poem until you make it rhyme'
in some respect I guess that's true,
but the most important thing is
getting your thoughts out on every line.

some people like to say,
'you aren't a writer if your work's not published'
but in truth that's not the case,
as long as you enjoy yourself,
you can jot until contented.

some people say
'you can't write about that'
but truthfully there are no boundaries,
just do what comes easy,
let your mind go on journeys.

so when a person tells you you're no good
or enforces you to stop,
let them know you're a jotter,
a scrawler,
a hoper,
a dreamer,
and none of their words let you drop.

my stretch marks show I've grown,
but my mind
also indicates,
that I've been through a shift.

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.

this feeling bubbles up,
from the cauldron below,
the hot smoke pushes through,
my organs that were once snow.

salivary glands seep,
and mouth becomes too big,
as this gripping pain,
dig, dig, digs.

the spew of my tangled thoughts,
this my coping mechanism,
exposes all the evil,
as if my own exorcism.

I could be more loyal than your favourite pair of shoes,
more loving than a new born pet,
I can be your blanket to tangle,
if you want I can be your water,
your shield and your sword,
more comforting than your pillow,
more trusting than yourself,
your sun and your moon,
whilst you are my stars,
your city and the pavements,
that you find when you're at a loss,
I want to be your north and south,
east, west.
A torch in the dark.
I want to be the feeling you have when putting on a loose top,
the relief to find me,
to be there for you so you're no longer lost,
you're right when you're left,
you can be my love,
my brave man,
and I shall be your guiding hand.

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,

I adored you before I knew,
You hummed Sinatra
In the bathroom.

Lusted when
I didn't know, you only
Accepted a flower in full bloom.

Loved before,
I knew you hated
Your nose.

I adored you before
You told me,
You needed sand between toes.


Before I found,
Your eyes watered when it was
A little too bright.

Before I knew,
You climbed trees when you were young,
Jumped, hoped you'd take flight.

I loved you
From the smirk in your faces,
And wrinkles in your brow.

I loved, I love you,
Even though you still ask
Me how?

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.

don't fall in love,
because you'll be the one that falls harder,
deeper,
faster,
and they'll leave and you'll just have those feelings,
and the constant reminder of them in everything you do.

little girl lucy,
climbed up a tree,
and among the clouds she wondered,
what she could be.

she had chipped pink nails,
and ash blonde hair,
a voice that could take her anywhere.

she hoped of a future
and to be loved,
she flew up above.

oh how that little girl soared,
until she came crashing to the floor,
and all of her hopes and dreams were no more.

she fell into the pits of hell,
oh her times were swell.

she danced with the devils,
and pranced around kindle,
now, she'd been swindled.

the master himself,
wore a black mask,
making her life a misery was his task.

he twirled his trident
of orange and red,
he ****** it into her little head.

lucy was gone,
her childhood wrecked,
all because the devil,
wanted to bring her down to his level

A poem,
it's more than
line punches
between words,

a catalyst for emotion,
it longs for your practice,
devotion.


It's the twist in your tongue,
that you want to untie.

It's a log of your thoughts,
that need no rhythm
no rhyme.

As nouns don't always match,
and verbs don't always belong.

but this poem is yours,
it's your voice,
your story,
ideas,
your song.

a flutter a flutter,
between my hips,
gentle gentle,
like five thousang sailing ships.

oars dragging through,
leaving marks against me,
flutter flutter,
I love you says he.

butterflies butterflies,
they continue to grow,
they're tapping my heart,
my chest is aglow.

twisting and flying,
tunneling in my vein,
you're the blood pumping through,
butter bug, you've left a stain.

A strawberry red one,
on my collar bone,
gentle as you land there,
flutter flutter,
oh my, you have grown.

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.

a breeze through your hair,
to untangle long term knots,
sunset shine falls across your face,
grass tickles legs,
the brightest stars begin to appear,
they show above branches that line paths away from home.

Kiss me kiss me,
Hold me quick,
Before the candles are burnt out,
Have lost their wick.

Kiss me, kiss me,
Hold to me tight,
Touch me, touch me,
Do it right.

On moments,
Before I lose all that's sane,
Only seconds before I forget
All that was gained.

Love me love me
Love me fast
Passionate unruly
Like a spell cast.

Adore adore adore adore me,
With each last breath,
Cup my hands,
Take youth from my breast.

You're my heart body and soul,
The four strings to my rock n roll.

The bandana that is stuck in my hair,
You're what I take everywhere.

The thud in my temple,
Making my life simple.

The warmth in my hand,
You give me more than just a One
Man
Band.

eyes help me to see,
qualities no body else could,
whether they're sparkling as the stars,
or like yours, the colour of falton wood.

they're a small port hole,
into the depths,
and yours my darling,
leave me without breaths.

they're more than just a feature,
a distinct part of your soul.
the colour of them perfect,
sure to never grow old.

they crawl on,
as I pull through,
trying to stay in tact,
attempting to find
who I truly am,
pondering thoughts pass,
moments become memories
that my brain won't always hold,
the hands mark each number,
and everything blurs to one.

Jealousy makes us human,
if we were without the pain in our heart,
and the flutter in our lungs,
none of us would truly be alive.

I'm trying to forget all the memories that we had,
trying to disregard the times you made me bad,
all the occasions where you made me feel quite sad,
and every single time you made me feel a little glad.

I'm trying to forget,
because it seems you are less fond,
and we no longer have our automatic bond.

I yearn for the times when everything was good,
maybe I am wrong and everything,
misunderstood

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.

I want to kiss you in every mood,
and for you to kiss me back.

when I'm at my tether end,
your lips will help me defend,
against any battles I may have to face,
You will be in my desired place.

A whisper between two lips,
to give you the flutter when mouths interlock,
hands resting gently on one another's hips.

as I'll watch you all the while,
my eyes falling on your mouth,
and the corners which hold back smile.

My brain will be the death of me,
I realised late one night,
everything that goes on inside leads to my own fight.

It makes me want to explode,
I wish I didn't over think,
I'm forever getting pushed to my absolute brink.

Some times I want to silence it,
no kind words will make this stop,
I often feel as though my skull is just about to pop.

The problems will still flow,
But life continues to progress,
but one day I will discover how to banish all this stress.