explore the forest of my eyes
understand my bones
study my body
all my brassy undertones
surf through my skin
where the ocean ripple
like an overflowing river
and you've had more than a tipple
learn all my head
like I'm your mother tongue
as though you're addicted to venom
and you've just been stung

Turning over soils
planting the new seeds
Starting life again
and pulling out the weeds

I’ll carve out
my heart
and set it
in clay

At least then
just maybe
it won’t get
in my way

a thief called during the night
and was in such a hurry
he only managed to take the not so valuables
the parts of me that I hate
the parts of me that are ugly
and now he's long gone
that is all he will remember
the worst of me
and he will wish he never robbed me at all

It's well past midnight
In a room full of pink
Lustful stares
Meet my satire brink
I can’t have
A wandering eye;
It’s you that I miss
So I’ll go home and cry
I'm thinking of numbers
And the time in my head
How long it’ll be
Until you’re back in my bed
You said from the start
“You can do better”,
Then why do my eyes
Get wetter and wetter?
My chest isn't tight
From the nitrates and oxides
I don’t have time
For bleach blonde peroxides

He sent me a message
and he said that he was a Kiwi
yes, it is my favourite fruit
but I guess they are seedy;
Then he took me to the Lakeside
where we talked under starlight
It was half-past one in grasmere
when he asked if I was tight
He took me to the bedroom
where he watched my clothes fall
He said that I was beautiful
and that I had it all
I guess I didn't realise
he would be serving me breakfast
Because he worked at the hotel
that we had just ****** in

an efflorescence flower
           is slowly becoming;
a long awaited hour
and a drawn out humming

the emerald fields
     of sharpening grass
                 a bed of roses
and thorns made of glass

an ethereal demeanour
concealed in the smoke
           slowly digesting
the aged poisoned oak

My hallowed eyes
Carved darkened shadows
In the floral skies;
And my endless wonder
Disheartens the sun
But it runs with the thunder
When all's said and done

The needle drags
Your threads to my heart
Mending the places
Where I’ve come apart

And your woven tapestry
Runs lines in the sun
Twirling in circles;
I come slowly undone

biting down
on a gum lined jaw
a lash powdered scent;
a white floured gore
a bitter sugar
to mask the sour

of a never
     ending hour

depression is the friend
that doesn't call you
to tell you they are coming over

depression is the friend
that tells you to have another drink
when you can barely stand

can you feel the full extent
of the power that lives deep within me
now you do not have your blood stained hands
constrictively tied around my neck?

why don’t you waltz
with me slowly
underneath the crying stars

then stab my heart out
using the tiny bits of glass
that caused the scars on both your hands  

can i kiss away the pain
and make love to all of your lies?

why don’t you tie me to our bed
and stick it deep between my thighs

somebody once told me
they want old me back
but i'm too afraid to say
they can't have the old me back

somebody once told me
that something was missing
and i told them
to keep reminiscing

I felt as pure as the sea
And as soft as the sand
The day we walked down the pier
At quarter past five

We sat on a bench
With your hand in mine
It never looked as perfect
The mouth of the Tyne

Your mother won't approve
because I've got bigger thoughts
and your father doesn't like me
because I'm not into sports

you want me
to be seen
but never quite heard
permanently muted;
*a beakless bird

I’ll thrash the seas
to the east
and bring the wind
from the north
when the sun is
in the south
I’ll be as wicked
as the **west

The city of ale
iconically brown
A bridge of millennium
sits on our northern town

Dreamed of the lights
from the fields of nothing
Drowned in the bottles
and couldn’t stop coughing

Just a memory
             of what I am
not what I'll be,

as though every breath
is leaving me.

There's a silvery moon
That is guiding the night
A constellation of stars
Webs a beacon of light

It's was the end of a summer
That I had spent in the rain
I was dressed for forever
And you just the same

We were pushing a hundred
On the A19
Until we crashed into traffic
And it had all been a dream

I want to see it all
through the brow heavy flicker of others
before we burn the whole house down

I want to see it all
             up in the lights;
before the lick of flames **ignites

savage was the wind
that blew the smoke in my eyes
as it raged from the fires
that burned your name into my skies

still you plucked at the fabrics of my heart  
that were bursting at the seams  
so now uncoiled is the thread
that once tied you into my dreams

A shadowy figure
                 lives on the wall
glass shards shattered
I lay broken on the floor
               pinholes in cushions
and blood on the door
but as long as you’re here
              I’ll be crying for more

head against the pillow
            floating off my bed
to find a place to meet you
astray is where you're led
                    i'll be your little secret
     in this land of make believe
because if this is just our fantasy
      it is not so much a thieve

the cold
covers up our eyes
now in winter coats
we've forgotten all the lies
and months of
severed ties
means that everything
has died

I find it much harder
To now catch my breath
         My lungs truly broken
When you tore out my chest

You see now that it's over
         My body runs colder
And time moves more quickly
                      Now that I'm older

we shift our bodies
when we're all coiled up
our salts are now dripping  
tied around lips bitten at dusk
          arched is my back  
we meet at a cusp;
a flame grows inside of me
until we finally **combust

Surfing at the duvet
where I found all your fingers
they grasped all my bridges
so I placed a kiss upon your ridges

Your body came in waves
sure upon the shore
and both our bodies collided;
touched into the core

Salt the taste of sweet
upon my fiery tongue
and arms just like a puppet
from laying down to strung

When I was made of stone
I bruised some hearts
And piece by piece
I tore them apart

Now that I'm feeling
It's my heart that's bruised
And piece by piece
I'm falling apart

My hand on your lap
when I said I was tired
So you tell me you've changed
but you see now I'm wired

If you had the clocks
you tell me you got the hands wrong
But I'm giving you chills
and you've waited so long

I worry that I have changed
that I'm not the same now
Because I became so much more
than you raising an eyebrow

looking so regal
but chain-smoked and black
with a jaw that would cut
he's addictive as crack

tailored as tall
as a high famous tower
with time on the clock
for only an hour

stitched into the fabrics of the moon
our love passes by like shooting stars
and like a needle to the sky
           so close to your heart
           that it pierces your soul

and into oblivion I lose you
            to the relativity of time
but alone into the night I walk
            no hands in hands
            not tonight

I'll belong to a summer
That will welcome the nights
Where there's flames that will flicker;
All the way to The Heights

When a love comes to call
Is when I'll lay down my head
And I'll sleep until winter
With him in my bed

Put your pennies
In this empty well
Make me some wishes
And I will not tell

Wrap up inside
A place that I can hide
Then float me slowly
Across the melancholy tide

Shadows fall from my brow-bone
Leaving me misaligned
If I leave in the morning
Then it's you left behind

You place a kiss on my forehead
It will be there for a minute
Until I suddenly awaken
And I slowly dilute

His body written in bold,
my name underlined
splashed on the pages
were drops of white wine

Covered in sheets
once filled by another,
yet wrapped in so tightly
like he wanted no other

I do not think you realise
that you hurt somebody's heart
and you aimed for the bull's eye
with a hand crafted poisoned dart

you may have missed the board
but you took the paint of the wall
the damage was done regardless
and now they're shouting the last call