Desperation within these darker places,
I have an ironed out yearning to bid farewell to those faces,
Who chase me down their corridors of boredom,
I'm towel dried by routine and so stripped of wisdom.

That slithering hand around that cold, lifeless face,
****** and clockwise at one insipid pace,
Tells me I'm late and I've just missed mirth's deadline,
So here I am, consigned to this, life's callous, common flatline.

But I will rage and I will curse at the dust and dawn,
I'll think tightly of a polished image and forget that despotic yawn,
I'll beg truth to show me beauty, ardor and distress,
And I will open my enervated eyes to this old miraculous mess.

the nights devoid of holiness
always seemed
to find itself tangled
with the crestfallen visage
always plastered on mine.

a close acquaintance of mine
would be the moon--

glimmering and illuminating
the regrets and mistakes
emblazoned deeply
onto every fibre of my being.

my dreaded moment has come--
the clock made itself known;
reverberating
through the fragile threshold
i dared to call my home.

once more,
it made me a fool
for believing
i could be liberated
from this labyrinth.

An unknown feeling is lit up from inside.
Like my grandpa's fireplace, its fire is burning red.
Hand reaches up,
Trying to hold myself from burning up.

"Ouch!",
Nose scrunched up,
Brows all furrowed.,
My mind is ragged, my soul is beat...
When really...
Silence is all I crave.

Breathing slow and breathing deep,
The sweet pain is all I feel.
Call me mad, or call me crazy,
It won't hurt, cause I am already.

Oh-oh,
The unknown feeling has reached me now.,
Should I stay, or should I run?

Fighting, is what I do.,
With "Happy Thoughts",
And "Big Smiles"
But sometimes,
I still lose the fight.

Gasping loud, I open my eyes.,
I think the world, just took me apart.

Darkness is all around me.,
The feeling of wool under my skin,
As I realize it was just a dream.

My body unmoving,
My mind racing...
I can hear the silence I was craving.

But now, I feel stuck
And empty.,
Should I go back to sleeping?

Ohh...


But don't worry,
Whereas I am stuck, unmoving,
Time is running out.

One, two, three...
...tick-tock, tick-tock.,
Heat is slowly sinking,
And my heart is still beating.

My phone clock said it's 18:0011
And I wondered if I traveled back in time.
But then I realised, once again,
You can only do that after midnight.

If you ever look for poetry,
In this weird place.
Just look under my alarm clock.

Oh, Scarlet's got a boyfriend now
She says she thinks she found the one
Well I don't what love is all about
I'm happy for her anyway

Oh they say that "You've missed out"
Cause you don't understand the misery
Oh they say that "you've gotta find out
I'd rather keep it all a mystery

My friend don't you worry about me
I'm fine
I got my head on my shoulders
My friend only cares about things
like time
She say we're only getting older