little girl
you are the paralyser
one look from you
and dreams fall
to the ground
old woman
paralyser
abbreviated version
look inward
that’s it
Poetry
the dark
a dark flower blooms
like black ink upon the petal of a rose
deep within my chest
where my heart
should lie to you but i can’t;
your love for me so sweet,
such like i wish upon myself
before i lie in
my grave will surely be marked
by all who misunderstood
my happiness, my confidence,
that was all bravado
and darkness
the light
there is a light inside
but not one i’d wish upon
humankind’s most hideous enemy
for it lives already inside of him
but he is not me
i am but a simple seed inside
a grown man’s body, my heart is a
dry husk, hollowed out by one who should have sacrificed
himself but instead betrayed,
with a soul diseased, rotten, calloused
yet hurting; afraid of who he might be to
the one whose light he held in his hand and breathed upon it and
left unable to love
with his brittle heart
susceptible to flame
and spark
accounting for love
spend your love on me
you say
but what does that really mean?
if i have eleven dollars and
fifty cents
that won’t buy much, will it?
if i use my credit card, say visa, or
american express
will it add interest to the offer?
can i mortgage my house
for you
and if so will that set my love in stone?
or maybe i should just take out
a loan
you know i’d get my knees broken for you, right?
spend you love on me
you say
but what i’d rather do is present it freely, to you each day.
sputter
it was bound to happen
when we met
and the light in your eyes
lit like a brand new spot
in the showcase of a diamond store
and for years it shone
and we were so
ha ha ha
happy
until the day i cheated
and you found out
and then i watched with regret
as that light in your eyes
dimmed and then
pt pt pt
sputtered out
schizophrenia
once you were here,
now you’re gone
i hope you’re able to remember
what it was like
to live
and i sincerely hope
you’re more at peace
since you left.
draw
life is a game of scrabble
and i’m missing some vowels
if I had them, perhaps i
would know what to do
i have an l and a v
an n and a g
if i had an e and an a
i’d be leavng you
if i had an o and an i
i’d be loving you
shuffle the tiles my dear
and dip into the bag
our fate
is in your hand
you
it isn’t just this and it isn’t you
you with your fair hair and your
sweet candy smile
and your way of moving oh so slowly
when i want you to hurry up
no, it’s me too
because i can’t stand that you’re
too perfect
too simply kind
to want someone like me
i’m base and horrid sometimes
you know?
or perhaps you’re innocent
where my faults lie
you’re not quick enough to see
so you’ll not really understand
why i’m leaving you and going
to places you can’t go nor would you want to
tread upon the type of dirt that
stirs up my brand of dusty irritant
i’ll miss you though but not as much
as you’ll surely miss me because
light is drawn to darkness more than
the other way around
goodbye
don’t
don’t you have days
when you just wanna say fuck it
or whatever your personal equivalent
of that is?
don’t you sit down of an evening
and stare at the wall
or the tv, or whatever is right in front
of you?
don’t you have mornings
when even coffee can’t get you going
or allow you to smile at the stuff
you’re supposed to?
don’t you hate people
who are cheerful no matter what?
don’t you think that maybe they’re just lying
through their sickeningly happy teeth?
don’t you just…
oh fuck it.
#SoCS – Isn’t
Mustn’t you leave,
Just get out
to arrive somewhere else
a place where you’re wanted
The rattling cages
must be driving you mad
and the animals speak now
they whisper, escape
I’m the voice in your head, dear
Don’t try to resist
for the more you agree
The sooner you’ll return
And you’d like that
Wouldn’t you?
Mais oui
…
zzz Me? It wasn’t
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