My life is a book
But I don't know how to class it.
Horror?
Thriller?
Romance?
Each chapter brings something new,
Not necessarily good
But something new.
I couldn't have guessed
The twists and plots
And how things would end up
For the main characters.
All I know is I can't put the book down,
Even when the reading is painful

She works all day in a dead end job
And the money is not the best
The boss is a bit of a pervy ****,
Keeps staring at her chest.
Laughing too loudly, at unfunny things,
And tipping her the wink,
Hiding the lines of his wedding ring
Or so he likes to think.
Too-tight jeans and garish shirts
And teeth unnaturally white.
She'd like to kick him where it hurts
Even dreams of it at night.
He offers to take her to a bar,
Wherever she'd like to go
And he'd drive her home in his flashy car,
So nobody needs to know.
She nods her head and smiles her thanks
And makes a discreet phone call.
Her boss is as thick as two short planks and is about to lose his *****.
They enter the bar, he sees his wife
And knows he's out of luck.
He's either going to lose his life,
Or his wife's going to make him a ******

The wind carries a whisper
Of your love.
Lucky wind.

Evolved from apes?
We hide our treacherous deeds behind smiling faces.
Our leaders offer up promises worth
Their weight in air.
Our children are a future we're slowly but surely destroying.
We didn't evolve.
The apes just realized the jungle is safer

I took my skeletons
And put them in the closet
Way back where no one
Could ever find them
But the noise of clacking bones
Haunted me daily.

You came along
And opened the doors
Danced with the skeletons under sunlight
Until their bones crumbled to dust

And held my hand as the dust was carried away by the wind

And now the
Sweetest voice
Is a whisper of an echo
Of a memory.
And pictures fade,
Muted colours of shame.
And the mind
Plays ***** tricks.
And the heart
Drowns in silent tears.

They lie
under cover
of darkness
'neath blankets
of fear
and mistrust.
The distance
between them
immeasurable,
scant inches
apart.
Feigning sleep
and ignoring
silent tears.
Hands reaching
across an
ever widening
chasm,
but never
touching.
Souls searching
for each other
but never
meeting.
A night
spent together
while divided.
The loneliest
night.

The moonlight trips
Over the still lough
And the sounds of the night
Are silenced with awe.
She is the priestess,
Listening to confessions
Bred on the dark side
Of the moon.
Absolution is found
In her purifying light.

The single flower
Placed upon the rocky path
Tells of pain and loss.

The silent ocean
Cannot be charged with ******
For the life it took.

Top of the food chain,
Mortal men gasp their last breath
As she engulfs them.

Fooled by her silence
The respect for her power
Was left on the shore.

The band tightens
Around my chest
And I struggle to breathe.
Tears build up
Behind my eyes
But I cannot cry.
The room closes
In upon me
But I cannot move.
He asks me
What's wrong
But I can't find the words.
Locked in a cage
Of my own design
And I've lost the key.
Let me drink myself
Into oblivion
That I may forget
Where I am
Who I am
How I am

I scratch my skin,
My memories flake
towards the ground.
My weeping hands
reach out
to catch failure.
I search
with desperate eyes,
with a screaming heart.
Treacherous mind -
you stole his smile.
It fades,
a drumbeat
echoing to nothing.
You
You stole him.
Leave my memories be.

You filled my world
with dust
and left me with
an empty cup.
Oh that salty tears
could quench this thirst.
Pass me a bottle
and watch me drown.
Treading water is not
for me.
Hold my hand.
I dive.

She glides majestically along
The icy blue lake
With barely a ripple.
Long neck and pristine feathers,
A picture of poise and elegance,
Regal calm and
Breathtaking beauty.
The other birds look on jealously
But fail to see
Her frightened feet
Paddling furiously beneath the surface.

Loving fingers
Trace tenderly
The contours
Of my face.
Touches like
Butterfly's kiss.

Should you lose
Your sight tomorrow,
You will know
Your way home

A fist clenches
Around my stomach
When I look into your eyes
And a new old stranger looks back.
The young old you never said goodbye.
And now I tell you I love you,
And now you will forget.

I look in
The mirror.
I bare my teeth
But she won't
Back down.
I turn my back
To show how little
I care.
I know I'll
See that *****
In my nightmares.

I'm terrified

Her tongue like a whip.
Her words lashed
Across my back
Leaving weeping welts of pain.
A balm administered
To ease the hurt
But the memory
Lingers.
Spilt wine
Can't be put back into the bottle.

Angry swirls
Of blacks,
Dark clouds
Rolling in.
Swept by
Desperate hands.
Claw marks
On the canvas.
Kissed by
Gentle strokes
Of soft pink
The promise
Of a sweet sunrise
Breaking through
The clouds.
This is my
Painting of love.

Breathe it in.
The smell of change
Is in the air.
Seasons and lives,
Deaths and births.
A kaleidoscope of colours rich
Upon the ground.
Branches stripped
Of youth.
Old withered arms
Seeking answers from the heavens.
Smoke pouring from chimneys
Where families gather
While the child
From a broken home
Watches from a distance,
Wrapped in scarves
And sadness.
The changing seasons
Making a mockery
Of that which
Stays the same.

I climbed a tree today
and sat atop a branch
I viewed the world in a brand new way
that I'm sure cannot be matched.

The tree spoke of a history
I could barely imagine.
Steeped in rich mystery,
My gorgeous old oak mansion.

Feathers sprouted from my skin,
Changes in every cell.
I was born a bird. I tried to fly
But it did not end well

She slithers into
A silk dress of midnight blue
Adorned with diamonds

I am shrouded
In forced laughter.
Chainmail with
Weakened links
Of bitter tears.
A suit of armour
Grudgingly,
Necessarily,
Worn on a straight back.
The weight of
Expectations born
Of a weary soul
Will not bow me.
The true steel
Lies in my heart.

She was the perfect hostess
With a beatific smile
Even white teeth
And deep-set dimples.
She walked through her guests
Encouraging merriment
As she held her
Ever-present bottle
Until one day
The bottle held her.
And the guests all left.
And merriment ceased.
And her smile died first.

I wished I was
The person
That you wished
I was.
Rosy wallpaper
And proper
English pinkies
Ladies drinking tea.
Profanity a nightmare
Of the lower masses.
Kick me in the shins
With proper
Steel toe caps.
Your heritage
Doesn't dull the pain.
But my wishes
Are saved
For the obtainable.
I will never
Be that lady
Nor
Would I want to be.

A day so thick
With heat
The air shimmers.
Tongues teasing,
Tantalising images.
Near ****** sounds
Of satisfaction.
Wide eyes filled
With illusive innocence.
You know the picture you paint.

I will not bow down
To defeat.
I storm ahead and
Won't retreat.
I am the captain
Of this fleet.

The storms may rage
Beneath my feet,
But in this race
I will compete.
I will not bow down
To defeat.

Come gently twilight
Dance softly on silken skin
Sweet breathless wonder.

She crawls through miles of dirt.
Breaking ground with bloodied fingers
And viscious intent.

My weakness is a light in the fog.
She finds me unerringly.
Nowhere to run.

My doubt fuels her
Voracious appetite.
Her teeth flash at my throat.

Vindictive *****.
Addiction.
I can never bury her deep enough.

Let me sink another glass of wine
To bring me closer to the divine
I don't mean a God of any kind
(If you're religious I hope you don't mind)
I mean the place inside of me,
Where I know lives good poetry

The winds of truth
carrying honest lies.
Cataracts on young eyes,
old beliefs.
Promises freely given
with a high price.
Purses filled
and bellies emptied.
Think for yourself,
the eternal command.
The sheep flock,
the dogs bark,
the hens peck,
and the pigs get fatter.

Ever fatter.

And the fields,
through which we ran,
become graveyards.

A skeleton key
opening a golden door
to a room filled with lead.
Smiles on hosts
with rotting teeth,
tongues of poison.
Garments of silk,
moth ridden,
falling apart.
A garden of roses
weeds slowly choking;
perfume of decay.
I walk
this crumbling earth
and will sleep
with no lies.

A plain stone
On a beautiful shore.
Scratches scored
Across
Telling tales of battles won
And lost.
Weathered by winds
And tossed aside by
The seas.
Trod on by heavy boots.
Some see gray.
Some see silver.
Part of a collection.
The sole collection.
The rare common stone.

Watch out for the sharks.
They've evolved behind closed doors
And walk the streets
Without you even noticing.
Their killer teeth hide
Behind a dentist's *******
And their fins are hidden
Under designer threads.
They learnt from the wolf
Who has hung up his
Woollen overcoat
And passed the baton.
Watch out for sharks
They're the consumate liars
Who believe their own crap
Watch out for sharks
We're just little fish
In a dangerous pond

He was an onion
And she had extremely sensitive eyes

Only the loneliest
write.
And so,
they are never alone.