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.

Oh look, oh dear there's a seam,
Pull at the stitches
In my skin,
Push fingernails to find my sunshine beam.

Oh here,
A little hole,
I push inside,
Scratching for my soul.

Oh dear we go,
Black bats under my eyes,
Little eyelashes,
Woven with lies.

Oh
Rip my nails off,
Push back skin springs,
Bite, bit,
Where do I begin.

You don't care for me,
and that's okay,
because if I were you,
I wouldn't stay.

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.

How can you carry on
filling someone’s else’s cup,
When yours is running empty,
And hasn’t been tended to in so long.






       Please give some affection back to me

you are golden,
like the sun on the sea,
you ride through me.

as the rays on a dusty window,
you shine, you shine,
reaching, making yours mine.

orange and dewy,
shine through canopies,
the warmth, your warmth,
it's growing inside me.

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.

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

"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.

let's escape,
get away for awhile,
together, anything can be accomplished,
and we will conquer the world,
start our own civilization,
loving everything we do
each new adventure we embark will be magic
other people we shall forget because they're tragic
once we've adapted there's no turning back
more love for one another than we've ever had.

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,

My heart is the cradle,
for all you give,
oh the love you have,
it makes me live!

My heart is the cradle,
rocking back and forth,
as you pour more
of your passion in.

My heart is your heart,
and doesn't it trip,
the cradle tips,
and your love seeps in.

people who say,
it takes time to change,
don't tell the truth,

because the woman in the sky
always alters,
and that there, is proof.

I love you,
I'll love you,
If you strangle me to death,
Take from me, every last hope and breath.

Even if,
You grab my tongue,
Hold it in your palm,
Make me pinch myself on my unscathed arm.

Even if you,
Leave me,
Go kiss another girl,
Say that the thought of me wants to make you hurl.

Even if
you said you loathed me,
And ****** on all my dreams,
I would love you,
Til it burst me at my seams.

Even if
you told me,
To cut my hair short,
This is an admiration I wish to not abort.


If
And especially when,
When you take everything from me,
Never to return again.

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 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.

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

I reached for you in the night,
but you weren't there,
just the memory of the shape of you,
and the imaginary tickle of your hair.

Your touch imprinted on me,
the warmth of your hands
a comfort to my aching skin,
I wanted you there to touch me from within.

I stretched for you to hold me,
and pull, pull in tight,
but instead I grabbed my pillow,
but the feel, it's not right.

I smelt you,
it drifted over my dreams,
I felt your hands,
slipping off my seams.

I thought you were near,
here in my bed,
but when I woke you weren't there,
and darling, the tears, how they shed.

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?

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.

I write about you,
I wonder if you've guessed.

My pen hits paper,
and my fingers tap the keys,
each time revealing,
a small portion of me.

My life and my troubles,
all on one page.

The feelings you give,
it's here I reflect,
on all of the worries I have,
a way in which I can recollect.

these aren't just words,
they are scribbles of me.

my mind tangles like
locket necklaces,
i am constantly seeking their
paths,

   i'm not too sure
   how to explain
   what is tucked snug in these
   silver traps

but when i pry them from their tight clasp,
photos from my past,
and thoughts of the present, tumble free,
before snapping closed once more,
but they always catch a part of me.

     these confused gold veins in my mind
     tangle and their hearts snap closed
     in a single beat,
     and
     i wonder
     why i ever opened up
     at all.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

guys with veiny arms and eyebrow scars
are more perfect than the stars

weak at the knees, blood pumping through
is enough to make me fall for you

nike janoskis and a quirky wave
makes me long for you to stay

your accent and loose walk
the way you use your right hand for your fork

the little things you say and do
all the stuff that makes up you

is simply enough for me to fall
and I can't see no way out, no, not at all.

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.

I really feel I lost it,
In a great big tidal wave,
I really feel I forgot it,
To the world I became enslaved.

I really feel my mind had chipped,
My thoughts arid and dried,
I felt no idea of mine,
Could stretch very far or wide.

There's so much I reach for,
But it's all out my grasp.

I shall never be the best in anything I do,
because for every poem I write there's always Duffy,
every equation I complete, Einstein always knew.
Every maths question successful had Pythag around before,
for my paintings there was always Monet,
or Da Vinci perhaps.
for every ball I sway against, Murray has already touched.
You see for me,
I will never exceed,
I will just be a possibly,
a hope,
a could have been.

When he said 'I love you'
His skin turned from dark
To white.

For he had now seen the light.

When he said 'I love you'
The foreign words tied his guts,
his mind.

For this had left him blind.

When he said 'I love you'
Everything was put right,
Except in his world.

He was gone on the next flight.

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've left these marks all over my skin,
I hope one day you're my next of kin.

you leave these purple marks,
here and there.

a pinch between teeth,
a love so bare.

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.

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.

love, what a beautiful thing,
it ties me together, string,
by string.

love, love, love,
such beautiful stuff,
it's one step up from  lust.

in love is what I am with you,
and being apart just won't do.

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.

love of mine,
I will remain yours
for the duration of my time.

through all the blowing months,
and the seconds that seem slow.
you my sacred Granth.

my heart will yearn,
and control won't be mine,
my insides will forever burn.

my body which in-cases
will grow ever hollow
and the fragments of my heart in precious places.

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.

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,

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 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 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 whirl,
As the lack of communication makes me hurl.

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.

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.

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.

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

I despise the sea for keeping us apart,
for it keeping me away from the tenderness of your heart.

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.