We are the Dupids,
The two of us,
We search for love,
Then crumple it up.

Instead of love arrows,
We shoot poison darts,
We crush their souls,
And rip them apart.

The sight of two, 
disgusts us to death,
Then when we have run out of darts,
We are in total debt.

We don't love, 
We aim to hate,
We don't care if we go to hell
We will face our fate.

Those stupid hormones,
We'd **** them if we could,
We hate their stupid love stuff,
We would rip it, yes we would.

But unfortunately for me,
I have been struck by Cupid,
I'm falling hard,
I am no more a Dupid.

"I believe the universe provides us with what we need.
I have always gotten what I wanted in the end."
Then you
Are a lucky man.
And I want to believe in the plan
Something has for me
Want to see my losses as steps
Forward
Want to let the pain roll out of me like rain
But
When I look around
I see so many people who do not know what it is to be
Stuck.
To be
Powerless.
To know that although they hold spinning galaxies in all their paper lantern bellies
They must
Be
Small.
I see people who say
That it is a choice to be free
And I think
How lucky you are, how
Blessed
With choice.
I am in pain.
I am
Bound.
And
I feel no envy
But
What I wouldn't give
(If anything I treasured were mine to give)
What
I wouldn't give
To choose
Otherwise.

He educated her on John Coltrane,
on Heron-Scott, and Black Power movements.
Old jazz romantics and second-hand
hipster records; two white kids
indulging in slavery guilt
and the throb of aching trumpets.

They kissed to the taste of cheap red,
her lipstick fogging on his mouth, clouding his
mind with south-western coastlines
and the promise of an easy tomorrow.
Incense burned and curtains twitched
as they agitated the silence
of New Suburbia.

She told him stories about the moon,
how a million collisions made sense out of entropy,
and how a million letters could be sent,
but still words can never be enough.
They dined on a park bench overlooking
the arcade; shadows of yesterday's Britain,
a simple summer for older generations.

Their own summer had passed
in a shrug of shoulders, families staying in to watch
the latest action film.
They reclaimed the autumn
as a time for new living, as a time-lapse
to remember, as a half-formed memory,
given to **** and old melodies.

The sheep pastured on a steep distant hill,
rolling green and cigarette papers turning like
leaves of a book in the coastal wind.
She drew a breath, dissipated cloud;
he held his own, held her close,
and like a blind man, he read meaning
through the undulations in her spine.

You only realize,
That you miss someone,
When they've left you,
Forever.

I was forced,
And I hated that place.
But I forgot there were good,
People like you.


I regret not thinking straight,
Because now I miss you,
I miss you smiling,
Cracking a joke all the time.

You sure didn't have the cleanest mind,
But that made you all the more funny,
Your humour,
And constant laughter.

I never hated you,
How would I?
You were so sweet,
So nice.

You got along with everyone,
Hid your feelings to the ones you hated.
But you changed ways behind their backs,
Making all of us laugh.

You're the one person I miss the most,
The one person I wish back.
The one person I want here with me,
The one that I need to make me smile.

I don't love you,
But I need you,
I need some happiness,
To turn this frown the right side.

I wish I could turn back time,
So I can treasure those moments with you.
I don't want to regret,
For being the worst friend.

You did laugh,
At the things you shouldn't,
But I forgive,
And I forget.

I dream of seeing you,
So many times,
I just want to say goodbye,
one last time.

But we're parting further,
So I can never see you again.
Connections fail,
To make me contented.

So, keep this poem,
so you can remember,
you changed my life,
and you'll stay in me forever.

I was walking down
The gravel of the school,
Suddenly I felt,
Like a shadow was behind me,
Staring, looking, waiting.


I hoped it was him.
I wanted it to be him.
I wanted to believe it was him.
I hoped and prayed it was him.
Even if there was a chance it wasn’t.


I wanted it to be so badly.
I wanted to take back my words.
Tell him that I loved him,
That age didn’t matter.

 
Tell him that,
He didn’t have to be with her,
That I was there,
For him.

 
Tell him we could change the world,
Break the rules,
Make a difference.
Tell him that it was me he wanted,
And I knew.

 
Tell him that I could finally,
Have the happy ever after,
That I always wanted.
That nothing could stop us.
 

I wanted him to know,
That we can have,
Everything we wanted,
That life wasn’t something to hate.
 

I wanted to tell him,
That I would die happy,
If took my hand,
And held onto it,
Until it was my end.

 
I wanted him to know,
That I loved him,
And I wanted to know,
If he felt the same.


I wanted,
My life to take a turn,
Be what it should be,
Be what I wished.


I wanted,
To wrap my arms around him,
And hold on,
Till death did us apart.

 
I wanted him to know,
That we can.
I kept praying,
Not letting the negative in,
Keeping my hopes up,
Then I turned around.

 
There was no one.

A boy in jeans,
A boy in trousers,
A boy in braces,
A boy in blouses,
A girl who smells like summer sweat,
A girl whose makeup hasn’t set,
A boy who swears,
A boy who doesn’t,
A girl’s shoulder,
A second cousin,
A girl who smells of **** and beer,
A tattooed boy with a silver sneer,
A skinny girl who’s got T.B,
A boy who daintily sips his tea,
A girl’s left leg – bare or stockinged,
A boy so cold his knees are knocking,
A nasty ****,
A suede-head killer,
Kate Moss,
Sienna Miller,
Vivienne Westwood’s crazy teeth,
Bow-legged loons on Hampstead Heath,
Blue eyes, brown eyes, grey eyes, green,
Cold eyes, big eyes, sad eyes, mean,
Darling sweethearts in flirty skirts,
City-Boy ******* in well-pressed shirts,
Elbows, throat, wrists, knees,
A consumptive girl’s chainsmoking wheeze,
Blonde girls with their hair in plaits,
Skinny boys, short boys, muscular, fat –
Girls with pink lipstick like strawberry frosting,
I’m telling you man,
It’s ******* exhausting.