There is a man in front of me

He sits slouched in the corner

His hair is shot and grey-brown

He spends several seconds unpuzzling a

Romantic quote

He doesn't like it

He spends a few reading another post

It says:

Funny

How you can choose between labour

And conservative

But can't decide whether your gay

Or straight

Or like *******

Saucepans

( I think it means pansexual )

He likes this post.

Funny.

The walls of the train

He is alot older than I thought he would be

Less brown

More grey.

Beauty is pain, they say.

And they are right.

Beauty is the pain of knowing that you are

Not perfect.

Beauty is art, they say

And they are right.

Beauty is a collection of

Imperfect

Shapes

Someone has arranged on

Paper.

Not the Mirror.

Beauty is a choice, I say

I don't know if I'm right.

But I know that

Anyone can be beautiful

(With the right paints)

It's really a question of being

Unique.

And what are more unique than your

Flaws?

We are all

White vases

Cracked in a thousand different ways.

Don't cover them up.

Beauty is flawed.

We are too.

See that little girl?
No not that one,
She’s dead.
/The one thats walking/
Walking through the city.
/Could you call it a city with no
People?/
Small and cute as a
Button
/no more important either/
Blond hair
Blue eyes
/****** would have been proud/                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      
Tattered dress
Scuffed shoes
/nice ones though, rich kid/
Can you hear her?
/’course not, their to far away/
Crying
Noisy tears
/foolish girl/
Blubbering like a fat walrus
/face scrunched up like one/
Can you smell the blood?
The smoke?
The ash?
/the radiation/
See, some things happened
Some bad things.
/Real bad/
People say there used to be
Faith
Hope
/food, shelter, water/
But we know they're lying
/*******/
How could
Could anyone be that
Stupid
/stupid, so, so, stupid/
To lose
That?

/Who?/
Who?
Look, now
She’s looking for food
/clever girl, maybe there’s hope for her yet/
Digging through
Trash
/That’s right, stick hands right in that dustbin/
Shame
/Real,shame/
She won’t starve, that would have been slow
/But not as painful/
No not nearly as painful as
Radiation.
/****** that is./
Oh!
/Ah!/
She’s stumbled
tripped on a
Body
/A small one at that/
Fallen, she’s scraped
Her knees.
/ooh, don’t you worry baby girl daddy will kiss it better/
Will he?
Doubtful
/Oh, my mistake he’s dead./
There all dead.
/I remember now, they did it didn’t they?/
Pressed all those
Red
Buttons
/Will she get up?/
I hope she does
/Hope/
Hope is for
Before
/Now’s after/
See that little girl?
/Yeah! Yeah I see her! I see her!/
She’s
/standing up!/
She’s standing up!
/She’s WALKING/
Isn’t she amazing?
/That little girl/
The world is dead.
/Her parents are dead/
She deserved.
/Deserves/
Don’t start getting hopeful on me now!
/She stood up!/
She deserved to live.
/NO./
She deserved more.
/NONONONONO/
But in the end.
/NONONONONONONONO/
They got her anyway.
/No./
Yes.
/No/
Yes

When we fight with

Sound

You’ll always win

You have those cutting glares and

Disdainful tones

You’ll strip me down

Down

Down

Into nothing with a single step.

You’ll break my heart

Shatter my soul

With a single whispered word.

But when we fight on

Text

You’ve got nothing

I’ll burn you down with

Adjectives

Watch as those metaphors slice into you

Laugh when the italics choke you

See those sentences

Cry

Because my head voice

She’s so much louder than me

Always in capitals

She’ll smash you to dust

She’ll take that fleshy heart of yours and smash it into a pulp.

Smile as you bleed ink and pixels.

Watch out

Watch out

My words are coming for

you.

When the world ends will you be there?

Or will you be in the ashes?

Will you be hiding?

Will you be screaming?

Will you with me?

Because

I

Don’t

Know

Anymore.

I’v lost you

Somewhere between

Now and

Then.

Will you come back?

I need you.

I need to see you face.

I need to see your smile

You tears

Because there all

Beautiful

And I need them.

When the world ends will you be there?

Or will you be hiding?

Will you be screaming?

Will you be dead?

Because I want to die

With you.

Watch me

Watch me melt

Watch me steam up those

Transparent

Windows

Watch me burn

Watch me burn this

*******

House down.

Watch those ashes

Let them choke you

You

Fickle

Fickle

Children.

And when you pass the

Death and

Charred remains

Remember me

That one you broke

That one you cursed

With you

Fickle

*******

Tongues

Little girls

Little girls

Never grown

Never learn

Fire can burn.

There once was a lonely

Demon

A tortured

Shadow

Her name was love.

And her tale was dark one

Born of

Hate

Sister of

Desire

Child of hope.

How could she

Ignore the

Shadows

Inside her.

How could she forget the

Screams only

She

Could hear?

Begging

Begging

Begging

Please

Please

Please,

Love

­Open your arms love,

Open them wide,

Wider, wider, come on!

How ever are you going for us in their?

That's hardly enough room,

Love

Why don't you come to

Us

We have more than enough room for

You,

Love

And so,

She fell,

Love

In

To a pit.

Bottomless

Endless

Lightless

A pit called love

And she stayed there.

Beautiful

Tortured

Love.

Stuck with her shadows.

Wasting away

Losing her mind

Piece by

Tattered

Piece,

Love.

What a tragedy.

What a saga.

A star crossed

Sky splintered

Night shattered

Romance  between a

Girl and her

Shadows.

Love and her

Her

Self.

Her broken

Fractured

self,

Love.

Born of hate

Sad

Sorrowful hate

Sister to desire

Brief

Grieving

Desire.

Child of hope

Fading

Dimming

Hope,

Love.

Spin spin Spin

Spin little doll

Lacquered wood

Years take their toll

But you always could


Dance Dance Dance

Dance little doll

Crimson paint

Sparks in dark coal

Arms in gentle faint


Sing Sing sin-

Little doll

Night dark lips

Crushed scarlet cheeks

Shoulder full o’ chips

Gears twist twist creeeaaak


Play play PLAY

Little doll girl

MaSteR of THe gAMe

Singing Sweetly Darkly

HoLDER of-of-of-of-of thE  CHAINs

Spinning spinning spinning

Spinspinspinspinspinspinspinspin

Sp

S

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Singing Darkly

Danceing Dar-

Dark Swans

SpinningSPinningSPIN

Roundandroundandroundandround



HeL­P mE HelP ME Help ME

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I

I

I

Ithink I’M GOing

CraZY

Tell me

Whats the easiest way to get to the

Heart?

Is it a broad sword?

Long and dull

Flat and

Loud.

Crushing those

Ribs

Splintering that

Fragile

Heart

Into a pulpy

Mess.

Or is it that dagger

Whisper thin and short

Shining and

Silent

Sharp like a

Haunting wraith

Searching

Searching

Searching

For its

Vengeance.

Slipping through ribs like

Sharks through

Water

Slicing that

Fragile

Heart

Into neat chunks of

Loss and

Pain

Such unending

All-consuming

Pain that can be

Wrought

By that

Blade

Slicing through flesh

Like a

Blade

Of grass

Cutting up the

Wind.

Sharp as those

Forgotten moments of

Laughter

Those bottles

half full

Perfume

Quick as the

Ghost of dancing

Footsteps

Forgotten stains

Unfinished emails

Undone prayers

All the things

Left

Behind

Incomplete.

They will stab you

Again

Again

Again

Wraith-like blades

Whisper-thing and short

Shining and silent

It is the little

The small

Things that will

Hurt

The most.

The shadows

Are

Beautiful

And the night is

Majestic

Darkness is

Intriguing

And death

Death is

The

Finale

The

Happily

Ever

After

Of

All

Things.

All these terrible

Terrible

Things

They’ll call to you

Sing

To you

Because they are

What we

Can’t have

And we

Always

Always

Want what we can’t

Have.

So we’ll dance our

Dark

Dances

And sing out

Nightime

Songs

In the hopes

That

One day

One day

In our

Human

Lives

Death will

Sing back.

Come with me,

Come with me to netherland

Cried the

Boy

His emerald cap

Shifting ever so

Slightly

To the north

To the star.

Home of adventures

Home of pirates and

Mermaids

Fantasies

Nightmares

Lost

Lost

Boys.

Striped fur and

War paint

But made of

Mud

Not

Blood

Never

Blood

For those

Lost

Lost

Boys.

Come be our mother

Come and love us

They cry

Childish tears

Rolling

Rolling

Rolling

Down those flushed

Children’s cheeks

Coming home with

Scrapes

Grazes

Sniffling at the blood

Hissing at the hurt

But no scars

Never scars for these

Lost

Lost

Boys

Silvery lines just

Rolling

Rolling

Rolling

Of them.

You’ll never get away

We’ll make you pay,

How drunk

Are they?

On that righteousness

Glory

That they will play

Wars with

Men

Monsters

Mermaids

Those

Lost

Lost

Boys.

How far,

Do you think,

Do The waters of netherland run?

Rolling

Rolling

Rolling

Into that

Star-flecked

Ocean.

Deep

Enough for

Little boys to

Drown

Methinks

Deap enough to

Forget

Mothers

Sister

Fathers

Methinks

Deap enough that

Tears?

Tears?

They will be nothing

Methinks

Those

Lost

Lost

Have no idea

How

Truly

Truly

Lost they really

Are.

Those

Lost

Lost

Boys,

Follow her

Those blond

Strands of hair

Drifting

Drifting

Drifting

Ever so

Slightly

South

Back

Home.

Methinks

They will come

Those

Lost

Lost

Boys

Fall, rain, fall

Collapse

heavens

Fracture

Broken

Dreams

Break

Break

Break

Burn and

Scatter

Collapse and rise

Higher

Higher

higher

Can you breath

Now?

No

Because

Foolish

Foolish

Mortal

You're not

Suppose to

Be

(here)

This is

My

Place

Not

Yours

You

Cruel

Cruel

Cruel

Mortal

And so

You shall

Never

Remember what

Beautiful

(falling)

Mythical

(fallingfalling)

Terrible
­
(fallingfallingfalling)

Dreams

Things

I

Show

You

Mortal of the

Rain

Human of the

Heavens

Sorrow of the

Dreams

And don't

Forget

(to)

Forget

These

Broken fractured

Things

Dreams.

Because they

Are

Lessons

Music

To my

(immortal)

Ears

But yours

Are

Mortal

Mortal

Mortal

Broken

Bleading

Tearing

So they will

(breakbreakbreak)

(bleadbleadblead)

(Tearteartears)

Be careful

Beloved

Hated

Human

For

Immortal

(things)

(Dreams)

Walk these

Skies.

Come with me,

Come with me to netherland

Cried the

Boy

His emerald cap

Shifting ever so

Slightly

To the north

To the star.

Home of adventures

Home of pirates and

Mermaids

Fantasies

Nightmares

Lost

Lost

Boys.

Striped fur and

War paint

But made of

Mud

Not

Blood

Never

Blood

For those

Lost

Lost

Boys.

Come be our mother

Come and love us

They cry

Childish tears

Rolling

Rolling

Rolling

Down those flushed

Children’s cheeks

Coming home with

Scrapes

Grazes

Sniffling at the blood

Hissing at the hurt

But no scars

Never scars for these

Lost

Lost

Boys

Silvery lines just

Rolling

Rolling

Rolling

Of them.

You’ll never get away

We’ll make you pay,

How drunk

Are they?

On that righteousness

Glory

That they will play

Wars with

Men

Monsters

Mermaids

Those

Lost

Lost

Boys.

How far,

Do you think,

Do The waters of netherland run?

Rolling

Rolling

Rolling

Into that

Star-flecked

Ocean.

Deep

Enough for

Little boys to

Drown

Methinks

Deap enough to

Forget

Mothers

Sister

Fathers

Methinks

Deap enough that

Tears?

Tears?

They will be nothing

Methinks

Those

Lost

Lost

Have no idea

How

Truly

Truly

Lost they really

Are.

Those

Lost

Lost

Boys,

Follow her

Those blond

Strands of hair

Drifting

Drifting

Drifting

Ever so

Slightly

South

Back

Home.

Methinks

They will come

Those

Lost

Lost

Boys

Crackle crackle

Break and

Pop

Smoke and

Bleed

Those grey

Exhales

You

Cruel

Cruel

Mother

Strong

Strong

Father
­
Brave

Brave

Sister

Dance that

Wicked dance

Of

Yours

Maybe I'll

Dance to.

Let me hear that

Red

Red

Rythym

And that

Black

Black

Tune

Maybe I'll sing

To

Speak those

Old

Old

ancient

Stories

Poems

Sagas

And

Maybe

Maybe

I'll speak those

Old

Old

Words

With you

Wooden bodies
Rough and scarcely
Hewn
Features from a nightmare
Or a dream?
What's the difference?

Coils of wire
Cold and grey
Shimmering with dew
Crackling with electricity

Raindrop footsteps
Wind rustling laughs
Anger like the spark of a plug

Swaying
Swaying
Swaying
To soundless music
Or not.
Soundless to me and you
Melodious to them
Those fence goblins
Gremlins of the hedges

Wood and wire
Earth and sky

Those fence goblins.

Everyone is always

Saying

What a

Beutiful

Sunset

What a

Magnificent

Beutiful

Sight

But don't forget

That monsters can

Be beutiful

That war can

Be magnificent

And yet a sunset

It is still

Pretty

Pleasing

Romantic

Idealic

Such a soft sight

Such a little snippet of

Gentle

Kind

And it is

All those beutiful

Things

But it is also

Death

It is also

Darkness

A darkness on that light

For, why treat the

Herald

Of a

Tyrant

Like a

Queen

But

And yet

We make an exception

(The humans we are)

An exception for this

Beutiful

Magnificent sight

As it bleeds

As it cries

Tears of

Cloud

Just another

Casualtie

Of night

Pinks like watered

Blood

Oranges like

Funeral pieces

Such morbid

Similies

Such violent

Metaphors

For such a

Beutiful

Magnificent

Terrible

Sight.

Things

Cold

Dark

Lonely

Black

Dieing

Dieing

Dieing

Hope.

The final words

Of a poet

His

Rasping

Breaths

Hacking out

Words

Words like blood splattered flowers

What does he say in those

Final

Moments

What

Beutiful

Violent

Things?

The answer

Why, it just behind that

Dark

Dark

Horizon.

Numbing fingers
Icey wind
Soft caressing
Clinking keys

Blinding sun
Illuminating light
Glows inside and out
Blades of grass
Buttercups
Feilds hedged
Forests

Silence
Noise
Music
Pulsing strings
Rising with
The words
Weaving those poems
Those stories itself

Blank screen
Again and again
Black shaped
Dark sguiggles
Sketches for a great cathedral
Will they make sense?
We, no I
I, no we
Wondering all the same

Wind
Sun
Music

Conducters of a one girl orchestra

Bow before me

Go on

It's your place

Your

Destiny

Who are you waiting

For?

Bow!


Kneel

Before me

Go on

It's where you

Belong

Where you are

Meant to

Be

Who are you waiting

For?

Kneel!



No I will

Not

I will

Never

I will die

Before I

Bow

Before I

Kneel

Because me

Because I

We

Are waiting

Waiting just

Waiting

For

My

Our

Hero

To be

Forged

So go on,

Light those

Fires

Strike those

Anvils

Your only

Helping

Me

Us

To forge a

Hero.

There is a time

When

Time

It means

Nothing.

When nomatter

Who

What

When

You are simply a

Moment

In a

Storm

The off beat

Just before

Just before

It roars

It's earsplitting

Heart bursting

Ocean taming

Roar.

And those

Blues

Those

Greys

Those

Whites and yellows

They are there

They are

That moment

That second

Just before

Forever held

In that moment

That moment before

The quiet before the storm.

There once was a girl who

Hoped

Who dreamt

But it was not meant to be

Because the

Stars

They'de

Spoken

Sung

Written

Their ancient

Songs

Poems

Stories

And it was not meant to be.

Those cruel

Cruel

Lights

Had shone their

Torches

And found a

Different

Way.

So the girl

When she looked up

And saw no comfort

No truth

No love

In those cruel

Cruel

Lights.

Who had decided that

It was not meant to be

Because

Who was she

To try and write her own

Destiny

Who was she

That stupid

Naive

Little girl

Who was once foolish enough hope.

What's the smell of fear?
What does hate taste like?
How does anger sound?
How does loss feal?

Salty like tears and sickly sweet like **** ;
Burning and writhing like melted iron, falling straight through your stomach and burning up your soul ;
Schreeching, screaming battle cries hungry for blood
Like a pit.
Like an ageless
Depthless
Lightless
Pit.

How does darkness sing?
Like a broken butterfly, like a cracked jar, a snapped candle and all those moths and shadows.

I wore a mask today
Made of ribbons and silk

I painted a smile today
Painted with oil and mineral

I sang a laugh today
Sung all those major notes

I fooled myself
I was happy today.

Wasn't I?

Tell us, sing those children

Oh, Do tell us, They laugh

Giggle

It’s a game

A ****** game

To them

Just another

Game.

Just another story.

Oh so excited

Oh so eager

To

Hear.

All about those

Heroes

Those

Villians.

Those monsters

Those battles

Those swords

Those arrows

That war

That death.

Tell us, cry those children

Oh, tell us how you killed him!

And it’s that

That

Eagerness for

Blood.

That kills me.

Because, how?

How can they ever know?

How can they know what it

Looks like?

Those final
Moments.

That

Blood

****

Tears

Whimpering

Praying

Oh, the praying

Oh, help us

Save us

Don’t leave us

Don’t leave

Please

Brave men.

Strong men.

Men who were

Are

Loved.

Who loved

I just killed him, I say.

Just watched him, I think.

Watched his life

Trickle

Trickle

Trickle.

Out.

Watched his love

His soul

Wash

Wash

Wash

Away.

Until he was

Gone

Gone

Gone

And so,

I

Think

A part of me

To

Gone

Gone

Gone.


Tell us more, they scream

Oh, tell us about the guts

Gore

Intestines glistening

In that cruel

Cruel sun

Spears coated in flesh

Blood

Blood

Blood

Blood, they roar.

The children want blood.

Like its a ****** game.

And then they go

And they fight

And they come back

And they have shadows

So many

Many shadows.

Why didn’t you tell us, they sob

Oh, why did you lie?, they howl

Wolves lost

In bloodlust

Winter winds

Blood

Blood

Blood

Oh, so much blood.

It coates their hands

Their chests

Their swords

Spears

Arrows.

What have i done ?

What have we done?

How could I?

How could we?

How could you?

Oh so eager

Oh so excited

For the

Heroes

Those

Villians.

Those monsters

Those battles

Those swords

Those arrows

That death.


That war.

Fury holds their reigns

Knuckles white

Biting leather

Cracking

Burning

Bleeding

Whip.

Hate built their chariot

Obsidian melted

Forged and fractured

Brighter

Brighter

Brighter

Seering painful

Cold.

Loss broke them

In

Noone

Everyone

There and

Then

Gone

Snatched

Taken

Taken by winds

Wolves

Monsters

Such terrible

Monsters.

Pain fed them

Blood

Blood and

Bruises

Bone

Bone and

Tears.

And so full are they

So very

Very

Full.

Full of all those

Wicked

Wicked things.

Boiling

Burbling

Spitting

With all those

Terrible

Terrible things.

Ready

Stomping

Huffing

Calling

Again and

Again.

Oh, let us

We’re ready

So ready, so very ready to reap

What you’ve sown

What you’ve grown

We’ll show you

The fury

The hate

The loss

The pain

That you wicked, terrible things have

Shown

Us

Oh, we’re ready

So very, very ready

To teach you.

Those ****** souls.

Listen

Can you hear

It?

That

Crack

Crack

Cracking

Of your

Bubble.

That

Bell-like

*****

*****

Clinking

Of dancing glass.

As those

Pearls slip

One

By

One

Down her face.

Down her

Broken

Fractured

Splintered

Face.

Down your

Loved

Cared

Lost

Face.

Flow

Flow

Flowing

Into a great

River

Sea

Ocean

Endless abyss

Endless

Pain

Loss
Fear

Hate

Sorrow

Such sorrow.

But

Don’t you forget

Don’t you

Ever

Forget

The Hope.

Because

It’s

Flick

Flick

Flickering

Lose

Lose

Losing

When it should

Be

Burn

Burn

Burning.

I want to write, she said.

I want to dream, she cried

I want to love, she screamed

I want to live, she roared

But the shadows weren’t listening

And the lights were flickering

They couldn’t hear her pleas

Her begging

In that cold

Dark

Prison of a

Mind.

So she drew in

Blood

In

Bone

In

Tears

In

Broken glass

In

Dawns
Dusks

Midnights

Starlights

And she crafted

The most beautiful

Breath stealing

Heart thieving

Blood boiling

Stories in this

Pitiful

World.

And she

Made them

Listen

If love is a

Cruel

Mistress

Then death is a

Silent

friend

Always waiting

Waiting for

You.

To

Smile

To

Laugh

To

Be

Joyful

And then

He’s there

A soft

Silent

reminder

Of people who

Used

To

Smile

Laugh

Used

To

be

Joyeful.

He is that

Sigh

Those tears

The

Desolate

Cold

Broken

Breaking

Eyes.

Windows to a

House

Of ghosts.

A silent

Cry

Of

Fury

Fire

And at the same

Time

Ashes

Fear

Loneliness

Because it’s not

Fair

Not

Possible

Not

Never

No

No,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no­,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no.

But death

Death is a

Faithful

Faithful friend

And he says

Yes

Yes,yes,yes,yes,yes,yes,yes,yes,yes,yes,yes,yes,yes,ye­s,yes,yes,yes,yes,yes,yes,yes,yes,yes,

Yes

And it hurts

So much.

But death

He is a faithful friend

And he tells you

The best

Stories

When you

Laughed

When you

Smiled

When she had

Life.

Because death

Death is your most faithful friend.