February 2010
5 posts
ransom notes keep falling out your mouth, mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs. speak no feeling no I don’t believe you you don’t care a bit, you don’t care a bit.
January 2010
12 posts
Words moving like clockwork, and the way your voice sounds when you whisper nothing quietly, to me, to my ears listening in a way never to have listened before. The fallen strand of hair across your burning eyes, emerging golden blue in which I can see clearly the sun. A silent rage, is the picture of restless flares dancing incessantly. If you are the sun then I should be the earth beneath your...
machines
I would dig a thousand holes to lay next to you. I would dig a thousand more if I needed to. I look around the grave for an escape route of old routines. There doesn’t seem to be any other way. Cause I’ve started falling apart, I’m not savouring life. I’ve forgotten how good it could be to feel alive. Crazy as it sounds you wont feel as low as you feel right now. At least...
take the pieces and build them skywards
December 2009
27 posts
I talk to god as much as I talk to satan cause I wanna hear both sides. Does that make me cynical? There are no miracles and this is no miraculous life. I savour hate as much as I crave love because I’m just a twisted guy. Is this the pinnacle, is this the pinnacle, the pinnacle of being alive? Now I see the light. Well I look up to god but I see trouble cause this ain’t a miracle. I...
i don’t want to let you go but it hurts my hands to hold the rope
i’m not living, i’m just killing time. your tiny hands.
Zebra stripes in the pouring rain, sometimes I wish we had somewhere to get away because it hurts too much to hope like this, like us, like the droplets pounding at the wooden walls and the wind soaring through the open window.
You tell me you love me, with your chest pressed against mine. Your cold skin and the bumps rushing to the surface. Flesh to flesh. This is how I like us best, naked and...
Sometimes it is raining thick dark thuds from a sky so pale and blue grey like behind your eyes and your voice each bitter droplet falling endlessly upon my head today i left my umbrella at home in my mind i see it resting against walls of hollow brown amber light painting it with dark shadows like those which rest beneath your eyes exactly like the words which creep from your mouth in the silence...
The drugs don’t work they just make you worse.
so, so you think you can tell heaven from hell, blue skies from rain can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? a smile from a veil? do you think you can tell? did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? hot ashes for trees? hot air for a cool breeze? cold comfort for change? did you really exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage? how I wish, how I wish you were...
I didn’t want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full.
Places to get away, the rush of raindrops against your lips. Arms open to the width of the grey sky. open up open up and swallow me.
you are
such a breath of fresh air sometimes
November 2009
10 posts
I’m waiting for you at the same place I wait everyday. It is cold and the moon is a lone iceberg amongst the shattered stars. My winter coat is nothing compared to the warmth of your skin.
