My glass chest is cracked.
Enough not to laugh
Enough not to dance
Not enough to shatter
Not enough to cry


Tiny Fractures one by one
One Forgets
One Ignores
One Insults
Many don't ask


My glass is usually strong
Enough to withhold most
But weakened by blows
Slight but sure
I hope i won't break any more

You wrap your word so delicately
They almost feel sincere
But i can see the cracks that tear
The O's perfect sphere


Flour made of crushed fake smiles
And water from eye dew
Newspaper strips torn carelessly
And drowned in smooth white glue


Your hands are sticky from the words
You tried so hard to mould
Happiness not gifted to me
But rather your to uphold


You act as though you've done no wrong,
No fault from the start
Perhaps now you should paper mache
My bruised and bleeding heart.

I locked my beating heart in a dead man's chest
Finding safety underneath the sands
Fourteen years it remained buried far below
Yet somehow found it's way to your hands


With unconcerned plunges of your careless knife
Don't bother to watch my heart bleed
Soaking the base of the box; red and hot
Yet you merely day dream, walking sleep


I removed my heart from love's reckless hands
But pain; dull, fresh, endless is still felt
It should end now yet the sea i still roam
Trusting now in blackholes i never before dwelt


My unbalanced chest suffers an unliftable burden
As my heart's held 'ransom' by you
Love's cruel trick; i remain Davy Jones
With not even my broken heart, only a ship and crew

Weeping Willow please don't stop your tears
Fill the lake with salts that restrain my fears
Ignore the handkerchief for drops to dry
And release them full and fast, just cry


Swims in your sea of pains keep mine at bay
Youv'e wept for long, continue i pray
If you're not falling apart then i will be
Sacrifice your smiles and sob also for me


Your base is stronger than mine i am sure
If i lament as you do i would not long endure
So i'll give you my troubles to keep the lake high
For if you cease wells will form in mine eye


I'm too weak to give the pool it's due pay
Without you the lake and i will waste away

Miles of ivory silk,
draped across the heaven's rafters
painted in the lightest of blues


The deception cheats your eyes
yet skin, oh clever skin,
is not so easily fooled.
The eyes state audaciously that
the day is pleasant but the skin,
in it's connected wisdom shouts "Liar!"
as the bold winter breeze picks your pockets.


The once refreshing diamonds of dew
that rescued from the suns angry rays
now blanket it's old damsel in crystals of frozen death.


The crunch of the boot,
unwillingly emerging from the warmth,
upon the already waning grass
sealing the blade's inescapable fate.
The action is welcomed
by the lowest lying fog and mist
as it rushes to kiss the feet of the new ally.


Upon awakening, a simple "ah"
releases smoke of a tepid body about to freeze
as the chilling bite is reluctantly embraced


Warmth must be sought
through the enemy's blaze
The orange dance is begun and grows
As hands of flame reach for the sky
eating, destroying the invisible foe
that naively wanders into the inferno
the crackle of wood hides the screams  


Day walks on and the cold ceases
it's relentlessly harsh attack
'til morning is received once more.

East Wind: kiss my face and sway my meagre clothes; use them as your hands to tickle my skin, a rare sensation.


West Wind: let me continue to breathe your sweet freshness; chilling my throat at the swift intake of your being


North Wind: release the constraints of my hair; run your ghostly fingers through it,  sculpt an unseen, unusual beauty.


South Wind: become my nourishment; let me cling, don't leave me in need of your significant presence



Travel the world to find me, i plead.
Allow me to forget your vitality and forgive me for that.
Let me breathe on and on until my lungs become foolish enough to resist your eager kindness.

The death of sound before the inevitable blow
Stomach should be rumbling; not a sound
Heart should be cracking, shattering, you know
There are tremors and tingles, mind; never slow
You stand but you feel you must run or drowned

The earsplitting silence is too much to take
Just begin, just end; you hesitantly plead
For when it starts the choice you must make
No more questioning or ideas for the future; opaque
No matter the result you must simply be freed

Of the never-ending watch and wait
You'll take what comes, despite the fear
Your mind and heart can no longer relate
Your senses diminish under the copious weight
By this your body talks; the end is near


The Silence ends and the war, the journey, the future begins.

Lies were her truths , she couldn't deny
To annihilate them bore a price far too high
The absence of fibs would destroy her lips
The honest silence would consume her scripts


To tell what is was to break the norm
Shatter her comfort, finally face the storm
No, shielding herself was her best defence
Never face what's real only suffer the expense


Sapling white lies she nourished grand deception
No slight glittering truth for visual perception
I assume she believed the cloak's easier to wear
Despite the thousands of pounds, she'd sooner tear


"Who is she?" "Why?" you ask, i wish i could know
She'd never revealed what was buried far below

Dear Children of overwhelming love:

Breathers of Breaths

Thinkers of Thoughts

Dreamers of Dreams



You're on the edge about to fall

It's a selfish place we call home

No one cares to see your tears

In your pain, you walk alone



Heavily laden with dreadful burdens

Will there ever be respite?

Or someone to carry your yoke

Impossible in the darkest of nights


Pull your hair to feel fresh pain

Go to sleep and never awake

If only your mind knew these thoughts

Put a precious life at stake


You run, you run though your body aches

No escape though you scream

In your mind; the only possible end

Or so it would seem...


Your broken hearts break hearts

Surely you know this to be true

Don't become just a number

When there are great plans and dreams for you



They may be clouded, they may be lost

But if you search you will find

Strongest of fighters, Pioneers

Most beautiful soul and mind



So children of overwhelming love please:



Love to Breathe

Love to Think

Love to Dream

And Love to Live

It's the risk we choose to take everyday

We believe in our legs to support our weight as we rise each morning
That the water will miraculously flow with the simple twist of the wrist
That the time is kept safe within it's plastic casing, hoping it doesn't deceive

But it is easily broken, imperfectly repaired.

We hope our blood doesn't reveal itself on our face when we'd otherwise hide
That our mouths will keep the secrets of our hearts sacred
That the investments we lovingly place on others won't bankrupt us

But it's easily lost, never fully rediscovered.

And yet it's the risk we willingly choose to take.

Today was the very day

I chose to run away

I slung up my bindle

Believed my courage wouldn't dwindle

Aimlessly cementing my track

Too proud to dare look back

But into the forest there lay

Thieves and Monsters i feared to slay

Roaming in unbound darkness with no light

Countless falls and wounds in my plight

By the time i had sense to turn 'round

I was alone but for foreign ground

"If in hell, just keep going"

Much easier said then knowing

Yet onward i went, forced to trudge

Through the mess, the grime, the sludge

Can't turn back so just go ahead

Ignoring the pain of my feet though they bled

I journeyed then, I journey still

Learning to live, be happy with my fill

Onwards i go; find or be found

Though i doubt I'm ever homeward bound

I hope to be found, i still believe

If only i hadn't been so **** naive

The butterflies are restless once again.

They've forced my heart to my throat, making room to flutter.

The words so clear in my mind, foaming over the glass ready to spill.

Too much to let go. But No.



My knees suddenly have no muscular support.

I'll fall, will it cascade out then?

My hands are releasing their tears, at least no one can feel.

So much to whisper. But No.



Each word i read makes me gulp. Breath caught.

Will i breathe again?

The world seems brighter than it did before. Impossible.

So much not seen. Too much to discover. But No.

Everyday I am always here, always oh so near

In the shadows, in the cold, in the heat and in the mould

Never ceasing to see you with pure adoration, waiting for your consideration

A permanent smile, a witty remark, yet you turn off the light leaving me in the dark

The seasons changed and so did you, but never me, i always stayed true.

I wear a pain you just can't see, i shouldn't be surprised since you never see me

I endure, i endure to what end? Can i truly call you a friend?



One Day i will falter to be your support and I'll realise that i will always fall short

Whether i smile or laugh or cry or dance or sing or die

To you i mean little in the grand scheme even when you were my one and only dream

I'll lift myself from the hook in your wall, you won't regard me down the hall

And out the door i will finally be free, realising for the first time that is how it should be

I'll see the sun shine anew, never thought i would be able without you

The breeze will reassure me of my choice and someone else will hear and understand my voice



No more ME to depend upon, you'll only know what you had when it's gone.

Fingers scraping powder as they screech down the dark chalkboard.

The slight creak of floor boards in your, apparently, empty, dark house

The earsplitting call of a speeding ambulance siren, here then gone

The unbearable rasp of a page as your finger smudges upon the turning.

Ice rushing to reach your lower back when slipped through the top of your shirt.

The impact of an unseen friend's hands, suddenly, alighting on your shoulders.

The realisation that you had an audience to the song you'd just sung with reckless abandon.

Your body slithering as a chill swiftly travels from the nape of your neck to the hollow of your back.

A spoonful of steaming soup down your throat when outside is frozen by winter's zeal.

The accidental, yet not unwelcomed, graze of a hand belonging to a different and unfamiliar body.

That one sweet-sounding lullaby, with too many plays, as it reaches the awaited crescendo.

The unexpected sight of him in a setting you knew well, suddenly foreign.

Caught breath but lungs still full.
Heart thumping yet stopped.
Shivers down your spine, only you can feel.

Is there deciet in the kindest of smiles?

Is it a shield with no cracks?

Does it disguise the true, raw emotion?

Or does it just cover up tracks?



What would happen if we ripped a few teeth?

Would the truth come spilling out,

Or leave simply a broken smile

With new confusion and a frowning mouth?

Flailing yet still floating
In the blue night-time sky
We release them with a heave
In the hopes to see them fly

Fall, Rise, Glide
Fall, Rise, Glide

Their papery white wings
So weak but still holding
They move with the wind
With beauty of our molding

Cranes and Doves
Sparrows and Ravens
Edge t'ward the sun
Escaping our haven

They flow slowly higher
Specks, each a new star
As they travel we dream
Of how high and how far

Fall, Rise, Glide
Fall, Rise, Glide

I feel pathetic about this boy

He plays with my heart as if it's a toy

Yet he doesn't realise what he does to me

Fills my whole self with pain and glee

I don't know what to say or what to do

He's forbidden fruit to me it's true

Is this the reason i care for him so

It just might be but i really don't know

I hardly see him and yet i still pine

Though i know it's true he will never be mine

I hardly know him i must be crazy

But he still somehow makes me go hazy

A hope like this is impossible to ****

Let him go? I hope one day i will.