She is thin and waifish,
A brittle piece of paper.
He is volatile and uncontrollable.
Within him he carries a spark,
Unknowingly he lights the girl.
At first she glows,
Burning brighter and brighter,
Until she ignites.
She flames and fires
At first he is terrified.
Her sudden passion meets his
And he is drawn to her.
He seizes her seeking her heat.
They are caught in an inferno,
He revels in her magnificence.
She dies down exhausted.
A husk of her former self.
She burned too bright

A flower erupts,
Releasing pungent fragrance,
Signalling new life

We’ve taken the string between our hands,
Drawn it tight, hoping it would sing,
Instead it snapped, with a ringing scream,
Maybe we shouldn’t have twisted it up,
Each little knot scarring it,
We cried, “Complexity,”
Before it was so straight and narrow,
How boring the little string was,
It wasn’t even dyed,
It was pure natural cotton,
We cried, “Colour,”
But we covered it with our soot,
Our greasy hands defiled it,
Poor little string,
We never said we’re sorry,
After all, it was entirely your fault.

We climb the ropes and ladders to success,
Jumping from rung to rung,
assuring our social status.
But the wood is slick and so often we fall.
The bars drop and
we are caught by material things.
We are trapped,
restrained from our normal snooping.
The community drives the wedge home,
and individuals are born.
Next envy sprouts and
slowly twists up the body.
We are left boxed in,
restricted,
yet seemingly
empty and
unfulfilled.

The flies gather on the window,
They’re holding a meeting,
And I know they’re talking about me,
I crunch them individually,
It’s personal.
But afterwards I just stare out the window,
Watching the horrible lights flicker,
Those lights have trapped me,
Like they trap the flies,
I know they’re false,
On rainy days the flies don’t visit,
And I cry because I miss them.

The flicker of a broken bulb,
And her eyes repeat the rhythm.
They say she's senseless.
She pauses to inhale,
Dust clogs her nostrils,
The remains of decaying books.
She sits in the dim corner,
The cubicle isolates her on 3 sides.
She comes here to ride the waves of voices.
The swells of murmurs grow,
She didn’t bring a life preserver.
It doesn’t matter.
Her eyes show the rock inside.
She’s already sunk.
The murmur breaks close to the corner.
It never touches the girl.
It never does.

The sheet in front of me is white and pristine,
And like the year’s first snow,
I anticipate its defilement with glee.
Deriving an instinctive pleasure from it,
The hand in front of me can barely keep up,
Each scribble builds on the next,
Climbing ever higher to something unattainable,
It takes me to a private place,
A nameless person saunters in catching me,
My heart lurches, spurting the ashamed blood into my cheeks,
Suddenly my enjoyment seems perverse,
The ink is so blue against the bridal white,
Its permanence rings throughout my vibrating body,
This stain is not the beauty I wanted.

I thought you had shattered my heart with your fleeces,
And that I’ve been busy picking up the pieces.
But in reality you’ve stolen it for you own,
And someday you will use it as my gravestone.
Just a whisper of you echoes through my mind,
And still the goose bumps ripple every single time.
You had simply faded to a shadowy figure,
And suddenly in my stolen heart you’re reconfigured.
I wish you could just disappear,
But I’ve learned you will always be near,
For the fibres connecting us are spun of steel,
And while invisible they are solid and real.
These connectors keep you vulnerable to my caress,
Even though my broken heart you still possess.
We are cursed and you will forever be drawn to me,
And the fear causes you to take my heart and leave.
The steel will stretch taught but never snap,
And you are destined to always come back

Hazy city lights filter into the atmosphere,
It rests against the fallen lovers,
They belong to a darkened world,
Where the stars pierce the night,

The foreign light reminds them,
They have stolen this moment,
In this city they cannot be,
And so they clasp each other close.

Quaking amongst the crumpled sheets,
They revel in the moment so long denied,
Together the broken souls sigh,
And the bed absorbs past sins.

The shadows soften their faces,
And the innocent lovers are reunited,
On their lips first love is rediscovered,
It still tastes so bittersweet.

The light only grows stronger,
The blinds cannot hold it at bay.
They slam their eyes against it,
To escape the glaring truth.

And then the glow comes knocking
It pulsates through the door,
His arms bind her close,
And still she must slip away.

The stars have been forgotten,
And we can no longer see them,
Even with a telescope.

They are hovering in the darkness,
But our light is drowning them,
For we’re so bright.

Our artificial incandescence
Is better than their twinkle,
Didn’t you know?

The light burns our eyes
Unlike the stars soft glow,
And we are blind.

We become lost in the universe,
For there is no beacon,
No guidance.

We rely on technology and GPS,
And the staccato voice,
It "knows" the way.

Yet that little box is so fragile,
And so often misleading,
Unlike a star.

The stars never move,
Only we do on our orb,
Round and round.

Twinkle, twinkle little star,
How I wonder where you are.

Do you understand me cause I don’t
Bits and pieces of useless writing,
I can’t organize anything anymore,
My file folders have scattered,
Their hiding in the wrong cabinets of my brain
I wrote a masterpiece once, but you’ll never read it.
It’s all in my heart.
And my heart’s broken in two.
Tap Tap Tap,
I broke the keys, I think,
They don’t write what they’re supposed to anyway

Oh that perfect strum,
As fingers dance along your neck,
Hardened from your beauty,
That man who can make you sing,
Could never understand,
The power he weaves,
The wisdom held in his hands,
On paper, so cold and calculating,
But in waves it soars,
Touching places hidden,
You call out to him,
Wake him when he sleeps,
He always reaches out for you,
When he needs you most,
Your language says what he cannot.
He flexes and makes you vibrate,
But he’s the one who quakes,
With you in hand,
He will rally a generation,
You are the instrument,
And only he can play your song.

The chains have broken and it appears I'm free,
Free to do what, when all I have is nothing,
My cherished bond strained till breaking,
A friend lost to the real world.
Real to yourself, fake and hollow to me.
Your red carpet fits only one,
Like wine you absorb the hazy dazzle.
The sparkling lights have stolen you.
In your palace I'm an outsider,
A jester amongst royalty,
Only your laughter no longer rings true.
Friendship unfit for your ardent dealings.
Dull and weary I'm unappealing.
How can one so tarnished ever glitter?