These rotten sheets,
I curse and twist,
The spring leaps up,
Bites with a hiss.

This breeze block pillow,
I try to karate cut,
But the masonry stings,
The pain pours out.

The duck down duvet,
Nips at my toes,
Squealing black tongues,
As the birds inside rose.

The space below collects dust,
Luring in dead flies,
Their little buzzing legs,
Have become my lullabies

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

I'm not pretty,
but oh ****,
when I'm with you,
you make me feel it.

I catch the stars as they fall from the sky,
Each of them is a sparkle of ‘why?’

I brush the space dust with a broom,
To tidy the hair of the man on the moon.

I catch satellites as they spin,
I knock on the planets, let. me. in.

I swipe the light into the black hole,
To show the deep deep cold.

My hand waves the gravity away,
As all weight fades fade fades.

I can't see anyone loving
my pudgy ugly face,
my wonky smile,
and dull eyes,
my stance and sway,
the size of my feet,
my laugh when I cry,
or the giggle that comes with joy,
the way I crack my fingers,
and how I arch my back,
I can't see anyone adoring a single thing about me,
can't see them longing,
to hold my little hands,
to squeeze me and pick me up
whenever I feel down,
I'm not very lovable,
I'm sure you all will see,
because there's far more within,
I am someone I would rather not be.

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 how it kills,
to see someone else call you theirs
when you say you're mine,
how the wound opens
and the salt rubs in
when I see you call all the girls the same thing.

Cross my heart and hope to die,
I promise under nighttime sky,

no part of me is crossed,
none of these words to be lost.

an innocent swear of 'I love you mores'
and I always will,
because you my darling have no flaws.

I'm alone in my garden,
sat by the apple tree,
and I reflect on how happy you make me.

It's an emotion I haven't yet managed to adapt,
it's something that came in a rush,
thoughts about you turn my cheeks to blush.

you're my sap that leaks from the trees,
glowing and my source energy,
you mean more than anything to me.

to me you're more important than the sun,
I would hold my breath for you,
and I often wonder if you would do that for me too.

The death of you
Is unpicking
All of the stitches
I've sewn up

And the wounds
Are being rubbed
In coarse salt.
Punishing me
For ever forgetting about them.

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.

emotions are as if a current,
far out to shore,
sometimes they can't be seen,
by the eye alone,
or the best telescope on earth,
but sadness is lurking,
in the reefs of the ocean,
and suddenly,
the moon sweeps them in,
from safety to drenched in no time at all,
bone dry to stood shaking,
moments it can take to change,
from content,
to lost.

I want want want,
I need need need,
A love that will let me bleed,
To seep into his thoughts,
Flounder in his bed,
Be all the locked up secrets
In his jumbled head,

Want need want,
Someone to hold me so tight,
When all I desire is to fight,

Need want need
This terrible disease.

I love you more,
I love you most,
I'll always love you,
I like to boast.

oh to sit on an apartment balcony,
with my body folded into yours,
as you untangle my knots
and smooth your skin,
the world beneath us
untimely busy
while life for us seems to stop,
our hearts beating simultaneously,
your love all mine,
the city that we live in
my new found house,
but you my darling the home
in which I will for ever grow,
and you my precious baby
promise to never go.

Behind these bars is where I pace,
This is my castle, my place.

Behind these bars I tick day by day,
Waiting for my que to get away.

Behind these bars I remember why,
Why I need to wait for these days to pass by.

Behind these bars my mind drifts,
To when I stole an elevator lift.

Behind these bars my heart sinks,
I remember drowning a foe in alcoholic drink.

Behind these bars I recollect,
On when I made a teacher infect.

Behind these bars I stand once more,
For breaking down every door.

Behind these bars I think of the irony,
In the fact that all my troubles are inside of me.

Behind these bars, I never break through,
cos you're as dangerous to me,
As I am to you.

love is holding a bow,
and your partner holding the arrow,
seeing the force get stronger,
and trusting they won't let go.

love is giving your partner a pistol,
and watching them press it against your heart,
longing for them not to tighten around the trigger,
and blow.

I want to write your name,
in the cliffs,
so when ships drive by,
they know I'm telling you this.

Sketch your face,
upon the path,
perfect jaw,
in scraggy grass.

paint your lips,
with the leaves,
as the tumble down,
kiss my cheek.

encapsulate your eyes,
in the drops of the fish pond,
when I fall in-
love we will bond.

Your heart freezes it over,
even snowflakes split,
water turns to splinters,
hard empty pit.

your initials have eroded,
your features worn with time,
the world seems to take,
all that should be mine.

If I left because of her
I know you would be ******,
So hold onto me as tight as you can
Because I am so done with this.

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,

if only I could slip into your little mind,
peer through your world,
understand each thought,
and your annoying vacancy,
to know how you see me,
the feelings you have,
before it's all too late,
and misunderstanding leads to us
and our departure.

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.

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.

Hey little girl,
Yes you with the curls,
And the shadows beneath your eyes,
Don’t let words get you down,
And boys make you frown,
Hold your tiara head up high,

Yes you little girl,
With the halo blonde curls,
Don’t be afraid of the dark,
For nothingness is our neighbour,
The fruit of our labour,
The comfort when you lie stark,

You, the little girl,
That craves diamonds and pearls,
Beauty, riches, she twirls,
In her short dress that grazes her thighs,
Girl, you’re meant to be wise,
Don’t flaunt what you’ve got,
Don’t act like you’re hot,
That’s all you’ve been told,
Cover up and act cold,

Silly little girl,
Playing the rules,
Trying to fit the idea of the tools.

I'll always be the person that says how I feel,
I message you at 6am telling you I'm afraid you're not mine,
I'll text you at 5 saying how bad I want you before I'm out of time,
I'll tell you to kiss me harder and longer and rougher,
hold my back and tangle my hair,
tell you I need you and I long for you more each day,
say that I miss you if you go away,
tell you your best features
and how I adore your little quirks,
all because I'm afraid
If I don't say it now
when will I be able?
for tomorrow I could fall into a train track
or a car run me over
and you will never know . . .

The hurse crept through in a thick haze,
I'd been holding this off for so many days,
The black turned the innocent white to grey slush,
The people gathered in gentle rush,
They wore flashes of colour teamed with monochrome,
A painted smile on ladies face,
Men had grown stubble,
Miles now seemed so so close,
The donations box rattled with loose change,
The crematorium seats squeaked,
My grandma held my hand,
My aunt held my back,
As I held myself together with sticky tack,
I walked by the coffin,
Death lay inside,
This small wooden box,
Didn't seem capable of life,
A phone rattled in the back,
Lively again, somebody was in demand.
Funny anecdotes were shared,
False smiles grew,
I looked at the coffin,
That's when I knew,
That the body in the coffin wasn't really you.
You were someone who would chase monsters away,
A man who would hold my troubles at bay,
Brush my hair the way no one else could,
Make all the evil no longer seem bad,
For that fragile body in those sides,
Will never be my dad,
Not when it's ashes,
Churned by the sea,
In my heart, you shall forever be.

I'm going to the city tomorrow,
where I will wander,
and dream,
and long for things to come,
eat bread I wouldn't otherwise eat,
feel the warmth of the glow on my face,
strolling carelessly,
a child once more at Disney,
nervous again as I add unfamiliar currency,
lost, but the nice kind,
talking to people in all the right ways,
falling more in love,
and hoping more than I ever have.

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.

Spending five days
And four nights
With the love of my life
Is not enough
When I want to spend eternity
In his arms

You pulled up the roots,
From in the ground,
Stirred the soil
Pruney palms browned.

Shredded the leaves,
Of the maple and pungent fern,
From my patience,
I wish you'd learn.

The patterns I follow,
Hands stretch for the crescent up there,
slowly steadily
creep with flair.

Rip off my shield,
With your blunted knife
Etch your heart
To your partner for life.

I have so much depth to me,
I’m sorry if I made you drown

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

never will I fall in love again
I murmured,
how do you know?
he pondered
because you are my first
I touched his wrist
he looked down to follow my fingers
my deepest
my longest
my forever
naive yes
young, okay.
but believe me
I have you
and I am yours
for as long as this eternal bond lasts
I will remain infatuated
compelled, lost in you
the waves of your hair crashed
and the love flooded to your eyes
a squeeze of confirmation was all I gained
but for I
that was enough

hold my jaw I beg of you,
despair when I'm not there,
find my scent lingering in
every room I've vacated,
escaped hairs attached to your clothes,
and smudges on your pillow case.
long for my touch,
and the tangle of my mane
when I have fled to return home
scrawl me letters that don't make sense
but scar so deep,
plead for me to not go
and hide the lump in your throat
think of me everywhere
in all your empty space
I shall linger and drift
awaiting your consistent warmth
that exudes from within.

I've counted my stars,
and they all wish me luck,
I place them in my waistband,
neatly I tuck.

I've counted my stars,
they say they love you too,
they wink at me,
just as you do.

I've counted my stars,
and there are an infinite amount,
they fall in my pocket,
and I carry them around,

because they make me fly high,
like you do,
but they're here when you're not about.

I never want to stop talking to you,
but I suppose that's the only way,
for us to become better people,
we will have to separate.

You know so much about me,
all my hopes and wistful dreams,
the truth is I must release,
before you grow tired of me.

I lust for you so much,
And I know that I always have,
the times I've slept thinking of you,
are some of the most wonderful ones I've had.

I said I'd never write sad poetry,
or at least not about you,
but I have only just noticed,
how hard this is for me to do.

So goodbye my darling,
I assure that you're the love of my life,
but times have changed,
and with that I've grown certain that you no longer want me as your wife.

A daddy's girl is what I was,
but all that precious time,
has become lost.

holding his hand tight,
in fear he would take flight,
in the cool blanket of the night.

his shadow still exists in my palm,
he is the reason of being how I am,
even though I'm doing all I can.

he used to rock me,
and brush my weave,
how unfair can this be?

to have your pa gone,
what have I done?
for him to go for so long.

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.

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,

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.

I'm a path with no end,
But it's a route planned out,
A road with no turnings,
No exits or roundabouts.

oh how dumb i have become,
no thought just doubt,
i'm a shadow of my former self,
power i used to hold,
now all i clutch is you
oh to be strong,
clever
and brave.

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.

Most of us never appreciate,
how lovely the things in life can be.

When the sun goes for a while,
and then it greets the sea.

for example, the comforting smile,
after a million tears have been shed.

another is the way,
a loyal pet awaits you for bed.

the list could continue,
and it could overflow with emotion,
but for a moment this time is just for you,
to reflect on each good decision.

everything you have done right,
as well as the beautiful moments,
that often slip completely out of sight.

leaves dance with ease
from the autumn trees,
and float delicately with the breeze.

a whirlpool of brown,
and faded green,
will all drift away not to be seen.

You told me you didn't like make up so I wore minimal,
you said you loved laid back clothing,
so my style was changed,
you told me that you preferred curled hair,
so I refused to straighten,
you said you wanted someone who was open and honest,
so that I became,
none of the changes seemed to matter,
because it wasn't really me that you wanted,
and in the process you were being pulled out,
and I was sinking deeper in.

home can be:
a person,
place,
house,
a room,
a lesson,
a blessing,
feeling,
believing,
dreaming,
a country,
the sea,
and object,
a tree,
the breeze,
ironically,
being locked into home,
is what lets you
free.

I love you more than gentle rain,
to clutch you more than jabbing chest pain.

move with you like time with the elements,
you eternally in my presence.

to care for you more than the last flower,
for your touch to empower,

the sun to be your pigment,
whilst I just stay a tiny fragment.

It's a beat that flows in my blood,
a complex tune in my soul,
a hum that leads to flood,
a rhythm that can't grow old.

It's a thing I can't shake away,
these feelings that rush through me,
the moment I press play.

Love is timeless,
it never exceeds,
nor does it decline,
it's just there,
it wraps you and holds you dear,
when everything else abandons,
but what if love leaves you?
And suddenly you're as if a ship wreck dragged onto a pebbled shore.