Beauty.

Thanks.

For nothing.

You suck the life outta me.

Dream on dreamer,

Or one day you might see,

The disgusting being,

Inside of me.

Your name upon my screen,

Brings me to breathe in the powder -

Of dusty Old People’s homes.

Thanks.

For nothing.

How could you do this to me?
It’s like you ripped out my rhythm
And shredded it to pieces.

When I first saw the inscription,
I felt my beating wings sink to the ground
Beneath by unharmonising fuck up –tion

I knew it would take place
The moving seas and worlds let me know
I cannot feel my eyes

I am numb.
And you have made me so.
How could you do this to me?

Take my breath,
And my body.
Red of the vein surrounds,
My glowing halo.

The puff of clouded grey causes
Your face to vanish.
The Light and boom doth flash and I
See your smile, looking at me.
The intoxication and Rhythm move my
Beating flesh towards the floor
You meet with mine.
I curl my toes in adrenaline
Waiting for the moment that catches
My breath.
And there, when the beat refuses
And the shining dims; I feel you
Touch my lower spine.

I loathe when I hear you.
My mind is infected with you.
Get out, get out, get out!
What is your secret power?
I want to have you,
Yet I hate you;
With my every breath.
You, lonely child, pretending..?
Or are you –
What you are?

Emotion courses through my youth.
I loathe when I hear you.
I am lonely
But I don’t want you.

Ghostly -  you’re still there
I see you
Now and then.
Where is my mind?

Holding my thighs
Open in suggestion?
No you are the one I want –
Or is it him?
HAHA love you…

Fuck that
Emotional rollercoaster is what it’s all about
You playing with my mind?
I’ll fuck with yours if I have to

When I shag myself I think of your body
I reckon I always have
Crawling underneath the hairs on my belly
I fucking want you

When?

Forlorn diaphragm of doubt
Why do you dwell in that pit?
Is your truth one of “trust” or “worth”
Or are you simply the liar upon my shoulder…
You are part of me, of none other
Yet why do I exert your power -
Unto those of whom I mean to trust?
Your scepticism influences my tired and tingling mind
Leave me

‘B’ within your being is misplaced –
Doubtful from – your – nature.
You were always meant to mislead
Uncertain Unsafe Unwanted;
Your throng depressses
I hate you Being, you must be rid…
But still you linger!
Leave me

Dumbfounded and deceived
Was that your clever trick^^the one
Of moving lines of images upon my potent screen?
It was you was it not; who delivered–
The Pandora Dreams/A box never to be opened,
But the one that made me scream–
Into my one-sided pillow?

‘Let us sleep now…’

Conversation based on lusty hopes,

Dreams of a future filled with gold dust.

Secrets within a Diary are never to be whispered -

Until written with a blurb.

Bringing them back; Ms and Ds pissing you off,

Laughter and giggling from the top bunk.

Fashion and High Streets, Brick Lane memories,

Dreams of a future filled with happiness.

Photos on the roof, in the garden on a bridge,

Until brother sees them and cringe.

Suck it through your nose - blurred images,

Bitter sliding down your throat.

Dreams of a better tomorrow…