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270 · Jan 2016
Insignificant 'goodbye'
When her words fade into the echoes,
The whispers of night take their place,
They gossip with tongues made of shadows,
And snarling they spit at my face.

When her smile has escaped from my sight,
The wheels of my iron heart slow,
I lose faith in the promise of light,
And reject every reason I know.

When her hand has dropped back to her side,
And ended its too-swift goodbye,
My wish and my choice must divide,
I won't be with her 'til morn's sleepy eyes.
270 · Jan 2016
No more than a dream
A step is nothing here, no more than,
Useless flailing for some lost foundation,
That isn't there.

The inspection of my eyes shows no more than,
Black.

Then rushing, reaching, grasping, grabbing,
Doom-coated fingers,
****** at my soul and
my escape is no more than the longing
for the sweet spring in winter when
even the faintest hint of life is
struck down with frost.

I know there is little point in fear,
It can do no more than,
Conjure claws and the glimpse of eyes.

But still, fear grips me,
With those cracked, crooked talons,
And whispers twisted nothings,
As they wrap around my retching heart.

"You are no more than—
270 · Mar 2016
Cannibal
In the glint of a mutilated,
cannibalised razor head,
A promise: Release.

But no comfort is found
in the bent, brutal metal
that breaks the skin
of an already broken girl.
269 · May 2017
For Myself
"Love yourself first"
Where did that get me?
Staring in the mirror
Asking questions
Finding all the problems
To forgive myself for
With no purpose
No passion
No drive

No, my love for myself
Starts with those around me
It starts with kindness
Self-sacrifice
And devotion
To the name of equality
Through which
I can believe
I am worth loving.
269 · Mar 2016
If you were wondering...
Those gloves I wear aren't to keep me warm,
They're so I don't have to look at these hands,
And I don't take them off lightly.

This necklace I wear isn't for show,
It's a part of who I am,
On or off has a meaning.

That scarf I wear isn't to keep off the chill,
It's to hide the unchangeable from view,
So until I talk you wouldn't know.

I wear things for a reason, not for style.
269 · May 2016
Across grass
Walk the line of crazy,
Dip a toe into insane,
Dance when there's no music,
Play out in the rain.

Ignore the normal and find,
A new pattern to become,
Discard the path,
Walk across the grass - Run!

Be intoxicated by the smell,
Of the air in summer,
Smile at clouds,
Break traditions,
Be free.
268 · Aug 2017
Struggling To Hear
Why are you falling so far without me
You said we could never be free
you said the ground was too far
For us to reach
Don't leave me here
Don't leave me here
I'm losing my sight
And I'm struggling to hear


Why are you running away
 you said we were here to stay
I can't believe you'd leave me in these handcuffs
A captive of my own brain
Don't leave me now
Don't leave me now
I can't understand
Why?
Where?
When?
How?
268 · Feb 2017
Candles Go Out
Curtain call, one last time,
...
Enjoy this,
You
never wasted a second.
268 · Jun 2017
Bee
Bee
Fragile wings
Frantic wings
Beating faster than eyes can
Track across the sky
On summer air
Summer currents a prelude
To summer storms
That batter the flight
And bruise the journey
And fill the sky with darkness
And drive them into hiding
But those wings find a way home
And a way out
To the light
And in the wake
Help flowers grow.
268 · Mar 2017
Ventilate
Throat closing as we
Join the
Motorway
Vision blurring
Losing feeling
Oxygen blocked
Panic growing
But lost
Caring
Too much
Going through
My brain
But too
Slow
To understand
268 · Apr 2017
Relocate
Perhaps I have found
A better place to start from,
Or nothing will change
268 · Aug 2017
Missed
Perhaps time has stood still
Or I am waiting too long
But I cannot bring myself to leave
When regret hangs so heavy in the air
And I force myself to believe
It can still be sorted
And I can be redeemed
Perhaps I am thinking too much of myself
When I decided to make apology
But now I will blame myself not only for my pain
But any also that she received.
268 · Aug 2017
The Important Things
I can't remember the colour of her eyes
Or her hair or any of the things
You're supposed to pay attention to

I don't know her name or her number
Or what language she spoke
Before we agreed on English

I'm not sure how old she looked
Or why she spoke to me
When neither of us have met

But I know when she asked
If I'd like to walk with her
I definitely should have said yes
267 · May 2015
Clouded truth
Through the mist. searching claws,
Eyes with ill intents.
Through the chill, a whispered breath,
Nails in my chest.

Through the rain, blades glint,
Daggers at my throat.
Through the wind, a screaming voice,
Death's cruel gloat.

Through my mind, storms approach,
Clouding sight and truth.
Through my heart, guilt grows.
Ended youth.
267 · Aug 2017
A Reason To Hate Me
Every glance I see as a scan
An examination probing for my weak points
Looking to expose my secrets
And reveal the things I hide

I know, of course, most care little
If at all,
Of the width of my shoulders
And the line of my neck

And yet I find myself afraid
That someone may see through me
Notice me in the crowd
And find in the folds of my dress
A reason to hate me.
267 · Jan 2016
Or my blood
I tried to resist for so long,
I did! I promise I did!
But the grey will not fade

And the clouds will not part,
For more than a moment,
Before thunder returns

And the pain is constant,
As the tapping on my wall,
As the dark when night breaks day,

And it breaks me again,
Shatters my mind so I cannot
Even think of what words to say

And though I cannot write with ink,
I must write with my blade,
Or my blood.
266 · Mar 2016
Signs
On my arms rest the signs,
The sting of past events,
Bitter blood and a shattered soul,
Sung my hushed lament.

In my eyes dwells the dark,
The lifeless, cold contempt,
Hopeless heart, falling face,
Reflected - I resent.

In my heart flow the tears,
The self-hating rips straight through,
Paling pulse, frantic fingers,
I am torn in two.
266 · Jan 2017
All at once
Perhaps what I never knew,
I never needed to know,
For otherwise what would be the point
in revelations or epiphanies?
Or those floods of emotion that drown you
in immeasurable feelings reaching dimensions
you never knew your soul had?
Some truths are kept hidden by
coincidence, circumstance, caution,
fear.
But truth must come in time,
And all at once in unfathomable blessings
from the heavens and sorrow of the Earth.
Honesty waits, patient as love,
Or love itself, perhaps,
Until our lives intersect,
And all at once, reality is shown.
266 · Apr 2016
Face I know
There's a face smiling,
One I seem to know but can't place.
She's running in the summer fields,
Laughing in her new dress.

Her mother's watching,
She's smiling too,
And her father joins in.

And together they're dancing,
Through the rare bright days,
And she is happy.

But I feel like I miss her,
And I know she's gone,
As she runs out of sight.

Now another face,
The same but older,
None of the joy in her eyes,
Leaning against an oak.

She's singing to herself,
And I know the song,
And her voice is my own.
Why do you fear me?
I do not seek you harm,
But I prefer the shadows,
Away from attention,
So I hide in the dark,
Where all seems a danger,
All seems evil,
But I am not.
I am not a threat,
My outstretched arm,
Is for you to hold,
Not for me to restrain,
So trust me,
Let me join you in the light,
And you will see.
265 · Sep 2015
Choke
Around my neck,
Three beads,
That mean too much to me.

Within my mind,
A girl,
That no one else can see.

But one word,
It snaps,
The whole thing falls apart.

The necklace becomes,
My noose,
That hangs and chokes my heart.
265 · May 2016
Up too late
Up too late,
Yes, I suppose,
But I'm writing thoughts,
Working out my mind,
Before I close to the dark.

Up too late,
Yes, if you like,
But I'd rather lose an hour,
Sleeping uselessly than,
These words that I write.

Up too late,
Yes, I'm tired,
But I'm enjoying being free,
To talk and say what I want,
Without the pressures of life.

Up too late,
I can't deny it,
But it is worth it.
265 · Oct 2014
What I really need
I'm afraid of safety, I'm afraid of help.
I'm afraid of telling anyone else.
I don't want sympathy, I don't want you to care.
I just want to be alone and pull out my hair.

But still you seem to try, you keep telling me "No,"
"You must listen, keep your chin up, I'm not going to go."
I'm fine on my own, I don't need you any more.
I tell you, leave me be, stop turning up at my door.

Then the darkness returns, and you're nowhere around.
I regret what I said in that stupid little row.
Forget all the moaning, forget my ill-chosen words.
I promise I didn't mean it, all of that was absurd.

Though I hate to admit it, and strange as it sounds,
Things always seem darker when you're not around.
You were right, I was wrong, you win, end of game,
I was foolish, especially knowing you've been through the same.

Though all along I told myself: I prefer to be alone,
I was missing by a mile and you got it in one.
What I really need now, is not solitude or pain,
But just a message asking "Are you alright?" again.

*Thank you and keep trying, ignore my deadly rage,
What I really need I had all along, a friend about my age.
264 · Aug 2017
Escape I Made
So here I come
To tear myself to shreds
To chastise myself for fear

So here I come
To run through the loss
To remind myself how foolish I've been

So here I come
To turn noise into ambiance
To listen for signs of my mistake

So here I come
To get away
To trap myself all over again
264 · Apr 2017
Return to the Mask
Flicking through yellowed pages
Of words written by younger hands
Of tormented scrawlings
Of tear-soaked memories
And love-eyed tales of autumn
Hoping to find something new
In what mattered back then
Or how the world looked
When seen through a mask
264 · Mar 2016
Decide by waves
Take all you dare take
No prisoners, no mercy
Let the waves decide
263 · Nov 2015
I am not a specialist
Sometimes I feel useless,
Because I do too much.

I try to be part of everything,
But I end up falling behind,
The specialists.

They devote all their attention,
On one thing.

But I devote my attention,
A million ways and end up,
Burnt out with nothing to show for it.
262 · Jun 2016
Hiding from night
Close the windows,
Turn on the lights,
Hands on your head,
Bow to the night.

You know you can't hide,
Though you're shut away,
The dark won't be held,
By bricks and glass gates.

So give it up dear,
Let me in and drown,
Breathe in the black air,
Let the your lids down.
262 · Aug 2017
Around Air
My life changed in less than a year
Yet I fear I will not
That I will be forever nervous
Forever panic at the key moments
But so many say they were the same
And they changed
And learned to be calm
And seize the day
Rather than clench their fists around air
261 · Oct 2014
When I see you
When I see you again,
Let me say to you,
The words you already know.

When I see you again,
Let me play to you,
The song I've never shown.

When I see you again,
Let me smile at you,
And watch your smile grow.

When I see you again,
Let me dance with you,
Until the lights are low.

When I see you again,
Let me laugh with you,
As you take away my woe.

When I see you again,
Let me hold you,
And never let go.
261 · Mar 2016
Wretched
Head tight, closing in,
And losing focus,
Hearing muffled,
Underwater,
And struggling to breathe,
And sinking in air,
Losing balance,
Red and green flashes,
Cough,
Retch,
Almost gone but,
Not quite.
261 · Aug 2016
Half an eternity
A glistening stream of shining specks scatters down the sky,
A streak of hazy beauty, a backdrop for the stars,
And stars upon stars never seen, revealed in the clarity of distance,
Of isolation, freedom from the burden of structure,
Here, drifting between worlds, the heavens are open,
Their glory sprinkled onto the perfect canvas,
And in the trail of a burning rock falling to Earth,
The pure enormity of reality is revealed,
For behind each star lies another, further from reach,
Further from comprehension,
And behind that, the invisibility of a star so untouchable,
Not even a fragment of its existence has graced this majestic image.
260 · Aug 2017
After The Storm
Can you hear me as I sing to you?
Can you hear when I whisper in my room?
I'm afraid you'll be lonely without me
Are you afraid you'll see me too soon?

I regret every time I drew my own blood
Because it only made the veil close
I regret hurting myself in your name
And I hate that you will never know
That I got past the pain

I won't be held in the pictures we took
I won't stain sadness on the memories we loved
I'll keep on fighting
I'll keep on rising
I won't keep hiding
I'll let the tears fall
So time can take it all
260 · Oct 2016
Hot blade
A scratching in the back of my throat
Closing off all attempts at apt tone
Burning behind my voice
Flames itching my tongue
And screaming at it to stop
So I close my mouth
To quench the blades
260 · Aug 2017
Panels
My world's corners fold over
And thread themselves through the panels
Of a brand new manga
Not a week old but read twice
And consuming me again
In a world I understand but can't touch
In a life I recognise but can't feel
Until I follow my world through the edges of the scene
And clamber in
And soak in the smell of the ink
That becomes a mash of leaves and bodies
All placed for me so that I can lose myself
And find someone else that I might have been
259 · Mar 2016
The tools in the trick
Words are a comfort,
To the hiding and lost.

Words are a change,
To the oppressed and afraid.

Words are a lesson,
To the searching and blind.

Words are a key,
To the prisoners and trapped.

Words are a pastime,
To the silenced and still.

Words are a future,
To the broken and dead.
259 · Oct 2016
Spotlight
A half-lit room, spotlights on the stage,
Two chairs, plastic looking flowers and some water,
The crowd is gathering, hats and coats come off,
As they all settle down.

Now I am surrounded, I am anonymous,
But for my family and one friend,
And when she opens her mouth,
The lights move at her command,
To focus on me.

And suddenly all things change,
A chance to prove myself to all,
And more importantly to myself,
See a new path, alongside this,
And walk along.

Then lights back on them,
They who've taken chances before,
In some world where change was easy,
And life was simpler, perhaps, than now,
And I ask myself then:
Is this the chance?
259 · Apr 2016
Lump of metal
A silver back, with gold above,
It glints in foreign sun,
Purest but still, blackened outside,
Until scratched away to show the shine,
It smokes from inside and burns at touch,
Until the crackling stops,
And it becomes nothing more than,
A lump of metal.
258 · Nov 2015
You are
Will you sing a lullaby,
So I can sleep in peace?

Will you hold my hand,
And smile when we're free?

I will ease your panic,
Keep you calm when you need me.

I will speak infinities,
If you'll listen and believe.

Believe,
You are beauty.
258 · May 2017
Eight & Six
Two-and-a-half tiles
Separate their fourteen legs
Eight and Six in stand-off
At each other's mercy.

A few circles make Six flinch
A flutter of wings but not
Surrender, not yet.

Eight gets braver,
Slipping silently down
Closing the gap to remove the half.

Six's spine stiffens,
Scrambling up, playing chicken,
Daring Eight to strike first
But neither do.

Eight hesitates,
Six waits,
And they turn,
And take with them
Their lives.
257 · Aug 2017
Another distance
As we climbed
The hills behind unrolled themselves
And laid themselves out in the sun
To bask and beautify
The cascading brightness
As it tumbled down mountainsides
Into the lake
Skipping like a flat stone
And shimmering with each bounce
We watched as horizons became endless
As haze dissipated
To reveal another distance
Beyond the limits of our eyes
Marked only by the shadows of peaks
We couldn't quite see
257 · Jul 2016
Angel/Demon
These words are not what they say,
Beneath their skin lies ****** truth,
Of twisted intent, forced subversion,
Encased in some meaningless shell.

These eyes are not what they seem,
Behind their lenses a world is seen,
With such contempt and such,
Attention to wicked detail.

These hands are not how they feel,
They have reached into souls,
And ripped them to shreds,
In an instant of barbaric honesty.

Demons live in angels,
None are free from dark,
Some can hide from light,
Demons are angels,
When the light
turns
off
.
257 · Aug 2017
Distance Nears
As feet meet with dust
The horizon keeps moving
Clouds are approaching
256 · Jan 2017
Forced Silence
Where have the words gone?
My throat closes up and chokes,
Another chance lost.
255 · Dec 2016
Leaning On A Counter
Waiting, dry,
Stale silence sticks to my throat,
Flows through my head,
And sits in my skull:
Softly hissing,
Whines shake along my jaw,
Trembling across my neck.

In my solitude,
I punctuate the hollow room with
Tapping of fingers,
Fidgeting for the folly
Of pointless chatter
But finding only the grease and grime,
Of long gone dates and dateless days.

The counter holds more stories, but we forgot them all.
255 · Jan 2016
Memory: Episodic
Lost times,
Are summed up in songs,
Of the moment.

That song she loved,
When we first met,
I know every word.

That song she showed me,
When our lives were,
Joined for a while.

That song I played,
When she left,
Still brings tears.

But so long ago now,
That I'm ready,
For new songs,
To become moments.
255 · Feb 2016
Speck in the sun
Light's touch is known only
When shadows run
And cower, flee and hide

Life seems bright only
When dark times are gone
And no nightmares are held inside

Love is found only
When eyes see more than
The mess that man leaves behind

But dark can be only
A speck in the sun
When she is by my side.
A chance to spread wings
And leave safe places
For no reason
But random curiosity
And pointless feelings.
255 · Jun 2015
Behind Closed Eyes
In discovering the subtleties,
Of my collected thoughts,
I have caught,
Hold of myself.
But,
To your shallow understanding,
My choice defied fate,
I resigned to hate.
But,
How can you know the mind,
Which lies behind,
My closed eyes?

In my sleep beneath broken stars,
You examine the body of a boy,
Who fell, no, leaped from joy,
To find himself.
But,
To your shallow understanding,
There's no reason to guide,
My self divide.
But,
How can you know the mind,
Which lies behind,
My closed eyes?

In my distorted escape from normal,
I released my life,
Stung by words' knife,
To be myself.
But,
To your shallow understanding,
There's no more to me,
Than: white, male, fifteen.
But,
How can you know the mind,
Which lies behind,
My closed eyes?
254 · Apr 2016
The door-frame of the soul
In silence motionless,
But dancing with his laughs,
Rising with his spirits,
Falling with his heart,
Each wrapped around his soul,
One a hint of his truth,
The perverse meaning behind his words,
The other joining the first as his laughter shakes his smile.
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