June 2010
1 post
Emma.
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.
February 2010
9 posts
Nirvana.
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?
White Cliffs of Dover
Take my breath, And my body. Red of the vein surrounds, My glowing halo.
Boom.
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.
Red Boy.
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.
Breath.
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...
Malodorous DouBt
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...
Immaturity
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...
January 2010
3 posts
Numb.
Time is twitching
Against my yellow temple.
Suffocating bracelets around my waist
Made of pearls and paper maché.
A smooth-talking tramp speaks to God
About foolish whims.
Goodbye said the white rabbit
To a crotchet floating in its stanza.
And all the time,
I have been smiling in the closet.
“All that we don’t know is astonishing. Even more astonishing is what...”
Ryan
Breathing in the glitter;
Of an adhesive world. Turning up the bassline Of a beating heart. Changing the present Will stop the wing Of a peppered butterfly Waiting to sing.
Intoxication of the worms In your head Leave euphoric messages Of the non-existent tomorrow.
December 2009
2 posts
“Surface, surface, surface was all that anyone found meaning in…”
– Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho
