My mom sleeps early.
She isn't a night owl.
She lives in the day.
And everything around when
the sky is bright.
the streets are loud.
She leaves the house at 9pm. sharp
And went off in her snores.

My dad stays up late.
Until twelve.
And when the last 60 seconds
ended the day.
He'd turn off the TV
"Has been a long day"
he'd say.
Yawn.
And he'd go to bed.

And me.
I'm no bubbly girl.
or pretty.
cheesy blondy.
Maybe just a good nerd.
But I know the night.
And I love it.
1a.m. is free.
My private afternoon.
with cookies and tea.
And I'd turn on the lights.
Walk with my ankles light
off the ground.

Turtle hasn't sleep.
no he's like me!
He'd wiggle his tail and
swim
towards my face.
As if to say,
"heya buddie"
he should have eaten but
he knows.
he knows.
I feed my Turtle at
one
in the morning.
And he never says no.

The hours go by slowly
My eyes are heavy with drugs
No one's around to see this
This hurt, this lying to myself
Please, can someone listen?
I'm finding myself underwater
In a cave where I can barely breathe
A quiet lucidity descends
And I rise
A pine tree lays fallen in a forest
The sky above is black
The air around is littered with a thousand lights
And a buzzing, pulsing
Alien electricity flows through my veins
The rhododendron leaves curve upward
The waterfall is throbbing
And I rise
A life force is hardly essential
In the ghostly barn on the second level
The tresses of her hair fall gently
No more ferns exist
The local bamboo stems from plastic bottles
Red mesh tape resides
And I rise
Pink combat boots melt in the fire
Rocks ring the mats
Wood and rice boil into each other
The old man's beard eats a mouse
Nails scratch a whiteboard
And I rise
Heya laddy, whatcha say?
We can't hear your songs
The red breasted robin weaves a nest
A broom loses its needles
And I rise
The train evades the tracks
White mesh bags float on the ocean
The flames are climbing higher
And I rise
Blue cherries are picked
Purple snails squirm
And I rise
I run up the driveway
And I rise

And I rise

brian, sweetheart.

i'm sorry nothing ever seems to help.
i'm sorry i'm not a better friend.
i know i've promised to try harder,
but you need to stop trusting me.

you've stopped calling.
you've stopped texting.
and **** if i don't miss you.
i'll hold my tongue, however.

i won't let myself reply to your, "heya."
and i won't let myself answer your phone calls.
because i know there is nothing i can do for you.
because i know talking to me will make it worse.

so take your pills, and talk to sherry.
fix things with amy, and go back to school.
start sleeping again, hang out with nathan more.
get yourself a ******* job, okay?

you know i love you dearly.
and i do this for your own good.
don't stop calling, texting.
i won't ever answer, but.

i like to know you're still alive.
i like to know you're pushing through.
i like to know you're holding on, at least.
can you do that, for me? please?

To think of it was immortal
To dream of it was sin
And to want to live it was monstrous.
There was a fire when she was only three,and by then
Her mother was a crack *****, her father no where to be found. She moved from foster homes to foster homes and abuse was her only friend. She turned eighteen and the candle of love which she held ,burned out in the night.
She became what she was supposed to have been years ago:
Torn, worn , a miserable monster. Now she wanders down, a very lonely road, looking for another lover so she can have money for her home. A car stopped at her footsteps
And a faint smile curved on the man's lips
'Heya suga, how much is it for a sweet time?'
'Fifty is enough for the night'.
She got in and he turned of to be a cop.
She spent her last days in prison,no more in parking lots.
So as the ME stands over her, the assistance says,
'I hope she had closure' and covered her now while body.

Heya, sending me random messages again
Ain't you cute when you smile?
It's been almost three years
Do you recall?
I met you from the other side of the world
Calling me thru Skype to hangout
You with your friends on the phone
Playing these games
You're accent awakens my sexuality
March, after the man I've gave my heart to torn it in two
You stayed by my side
Laughter from each side roars
We get naked and listened to one's desire
Confused, I asked us to stop
It's too much for me to handle
I've never been alone for you've been here with me
Months passed and you met a girl
Loved and took care of her
You've come seeking for me when she left
Constant messages with each other, keeps the fire burning
You make me smile, your words comforts me
Your videos makes me laugh
Can you hear me? My heart is so loud, screaming.
I want your *** and your love.

Don't send me this video of you being drunk.
Don't ask me why you have that *****
Don't ask me why we are just friends


Don't randomly ask me to make love with you
My feet were weak.

Do you want me or my love?
It's hard to tell.

Heya Shene xD

There was this lawyer
Who kept his cases
In his case file
In which the victim
Died, he would burn them
When the judge asked for prima facie evidence
He would ask for an extension
Since, the family was too distraught
To trust anyone
So the courts threw the case out in an evidentiary hearing
Due to the pending paperwork
Many people died as far I recall
But not many saw justice, sadly
Only when they found the lawyer burning the papers
Did they realize they had a serial offender
But, courts don't press charges for dubious cases
When the judges heard of the lawyer
They observed strictness in the courtroom
The lawyer had basically burned the evidence
Which was the dead corpus, the case had died with the body

Goth Fall
What a cool gothic chick I hooked up with online.

We shared the same interests.

A pretty, kind, intelligent, funny woman.

I thought this is it.

I've met my soulmate.

No more loneliness or being misunderstood by the wrong gals.

What a catch.

Something stopped us being together.

She sensed it.

Bad news got in the way of us.

Half a bottle of ***** engulfed my oblivion.

It's cancer.

I don't know how bad.

I'm gutted.

She sent me this message:



Heya nick lovely lad...im so sorry for not txtin u....ive had bad news n i need to deal wiv it.i wud love to have met you but now i fear we cannot...u see it wouldn't b fair on u. Ur txts and books and pics av been lovely to get each day and have helped(are helping)but i have dark times ahead...i knew i was being kept from you for a reason. Ur far too lovely for me crash into ur life only to leave you brokenhearted one day. I am sad beyond words not for my battle ahead but for my chance of meeting you being ruined in the cruelest way...you are an amazing man and an amazing spirit... Im sorry for toutching your life and being so unavailable...that was never fair of me and not my intention...bless you gorgeous man,you will find good love,its in ur future.love Katie xxxxx



I was on a real downer.

I deleted her number, my awfully capable defensive mechanisms kicking in.

Later she emailed me, in response to my flurry of skyfall emails.

Why didn’t I reply to her text about my gig?

I’ve no recollection of getting that text.

She would have gone.

Imagine her being there, after I was outa my ******* face on *****.

Due to her.

My wounds healed.

But no.

We’re apart.

And darkness engulfs me again.

Welcome back old friend...

THE PRIVATE LIVES OF ROCKS

rocks from holidays
living happily ever after
on her study shelf

Greek rocks Italian rocks
chatting to each other
in Rock

Greek rocks Italian rocks
all talking
... a load of rock

a Spanish stone
chips in
but no one listens

rocks covered in
dust
longing for her feather duster

new home
for the Spanish stone
a child’s present

the Italian rock
ooops visits
the floor

“Heya youa guys
it’s another world
adowna here! ”

Greek rock
stays put
doesn’t like to travel

oooooh temper temper
she throws her rocks
at cheating lover

Greek rock flies out
bedroom window
returns to nature

happy amongst English stones
Greek rock
soon settles down

what a joke
the Italian rock cracks up
the ormolu mirror

her shelf
empty now
rock-less

china ornaments
now live
where the rocks lived

fragile china ornaments
fearful of her
moods

loneliness
like dust
settles on her ornaments

car headlights
sweep the room
dust on china ornaments

car rushes through
her telephone conversation
her words jump out of the way