Because sometimes being held is not enough.
And sometimes life gets a little rough.

My hands clasped tight, in the black and silver light.


The clouds shift, revealing a pale moon.
And I couldn't find your eyes, your smile that held a tune.


I tried to hold my heart together, I tried to make the pieces fit.
But they fell apart in my arms, and another wave of longing hit.

Slowly and subtly, a warm memory overcomes me.
We're dancing, and we never stop.


The woods are so quiet tonight, only disturbed by the soft starlight.

Each sharp rip of the seatbelt,
throwing my chest into convulsions,
into pain.
The glass breaking,
shattering with an agonising sound.
Rolling,
rolling,
rolling,
until finally,
it stops.
until finally,
it is silent.
Only the sound,
of the motor crackling,
disturbs the night air.
To my left,
A ****** mess lays.
I *****,
Sickened.
My hands,
Clutching the window frame,
Drag my body out of the wreck,
The road is invisible.
Crawling,
gasping for air,
I whisper,
Help.
But there is no answer,
Only the sound of my breathing.

Thousands of people,
walk in silence.
Some with candles,
flowers.
Some with sadness,
on their backs.
All slowly heading,
in the same,
and right direction.
To the south,
they say.
Carrying on slowly,
peacefully.
The moonlight,
whispers.
And the stars,
dance.
Until finally,
eventually,
They reach it.
Content,
satisfied,
the people sing,
softly into the night.
So as the Owls say hello,
they wake up to the light.

Stranger on the train,
four rows away,
snoring softly.
As I stare,
curious,
she wakes.
Eyes familiar,
warm.
But she's still,
a stranger on the train.
Small bumps,
hiccups.
The carriage rattles,
startling.
Green seats,
lined with cheap vinyl,
and stained with coffee.
I look up,
to the stranger on the train,
closing her eyes again.
And I close mine,
too.
Stranger on the train,
dressed in a deep blue blouse,
so far away,
so close.
Stranger on the train,
I sleep,
too.

I am trapped,
a dot inside of a circle,
inside of a circle.
Always growing smaller,
more frantic.
The walls become *****,
and I am lost behind them.
Am I doomed?
I ask the vines.
But my voice is not heard,
and neither is theirs.
Stop longing to feel alive,
she tells me.
But why?
Is it because,
the sun no longer blooms?
Yes.
I close my curtains.
The mess grows,
until it consumes me,
grows inside of me.
I could not become the fire.
And so I am gone.

amazement
you amaze me every day
and even though we never speak
my heart still works okay.

smile
your smile warms my heart
and though I never see it much
when I do I fall apart.

eyes
your eyes are part of the ocean
and when you stop to look at me
my life goes in slow motion.

voice
your voice makes me feel complete
and when you call me after school
my heart it skips a beat.

loss
when you’ve lost someone you love
your heart stops working and how it aches
now all I feel is numb.

As we stand
Facing the same direction
Tearing one another apart
Don't be gentle

Quiet hums of cars
Pass by in the night
The city slows to a buzz
Though we're not sleeping

Confusion replaces anger
The hurt starts to seep in
Don't take back your words
That you once lent to me

Your eyes don't touch mine
A chance to breathe
Thoughts rattle in my head
Dawn creeps up on us

Monotone colours dance
We are both so hurt
The breeze doesn't reach me
And so I sink

As we stand
Facing the same direction
Tearing one another apart
Don't be gentle ..