Saturday, 15 December 2012

All is Fair...

I once felt so honoured to be your disposable body,
the hero who would kiss your enemies to death.
You paid dutiful respects at the funeral of you and me,
but shed no tear over our final parting breath.

You pleaded ignorance when out of the public's eye
and searched for the next tangle to initiate
knowing very well that they would also die
blundering through the no-man's land of love and hate.

Monday, 26 November 2012


Brief tilts will not collapse the mould
unless constant and committed
but the final push is all it takes
for a change to be acquitted.

You have no grounds to make a stand
if you lean on unstable walls,
a balance must be maintained
to overcome fear of the fall.

So take the first and hardest step
on the path to being something new,
not to create another persona
but to become the best of you.

Shadow Chase

I watched my shadow stroll across the street
and had to practically beg him to wait for me.
When the morning sun hit its piercing peak,
he waved goodbye and cried "I'm free!"

He gave a leap and clicked his heels
just to emphasize his state of glee
and as I tried to keep up with him
he wandered somewhere I could not see.

I let his pull guide my every step
but he was just as eager to flee,
we reached the coast, he took a dive
and now my shadow is lost at sea.

Thursday, 22 November 2012

Put Down

No care for caution
in a casual kind of way,
I strolled into your claws
and had no intentions to stay.
Did I scratch the surface
on your list of demands
or was you waiting to be put down
by my able, willing hands?
I have tried to be fair;
as fair as your features seem,
but the relativity is too delicate
for me to be your childhood dream.

Saturday, 10 November 2012

Out of Touch

Depth is defined by the shallow,
for those who drown too much
in the pit of their perceptions
and those who have lost touch.

Out of Reach

When four becomes zero,
when the branches have dissolved,
the leaves have all fallen
and the seasons have evolved
there lingers a whisper,
a faint trace of the past,
a slight hope to hold on to
so we can make moments last
but the butterfly is thinning
and its far from my skin.

You're losing your wings,
I'm losing my grin.

Shepard Tones

Chairs have been sitting on me
with jumping beans flashing green,
just sleep and you will see
I can only live what we can dream.

I'm not sorry for my smile
but my bleary eyes say otherwise,
let us rest for just a while
and we can sing to the sunrise.

Smiles Behind Dustmasks

A forgotten world, so gritty and grim
yet full of the ethics which made us proud.
Thick powders of dust in which you could swim
packed full of the hope which time's not allowed.

I wish to go back to this greyer grass
which I've heard so many stories about
but I'm seeing parallels with out past
and I find the vibes are in their second bout.

Bridged between defamation and delight,
we're in the slog away from recession;
determined to put all our mistakes right
we're in a world of euphoric progression.

And so a bit of squalor makes me smile
knowing the future scenes it could compile.


Guilty grins from across the carriage,
you and I both know
what your boyfriend doesn't
and I'm not one to act upon a simple smile
but I'm curious as to where you'd like to go.

One thing we have got is time;
this could be your stop
or we might get off together,
but all you need is to dare to defy the ticking
with a swift line and location to drop.

So hit me up if you want to hit it off,
and I can tell by your eyes
that you want me more than him;
let's take advantage of a fleeting moment
and see exactly what time buys.

Thursday, 25 October 2012

Must Develop More Adventures

Fulgurant lights disrupt dark nights
with self-prescribed flights to dizzy heights.
Infelicitous brushes in split second rushes,
her face flushes and you match her blushes.
The beat fades in a decrescendo fueled daze
and euphoria invades your formerly stoic ways.
Arpeggio blips guide your introspective trips,
and all perspective rips when it hits your lips.

Monday, 22 October 2012

Zoom Out

Focus distracts from the bigger picture
and points out all of our greatest flaws
so take a step back, be a blur with me
and follow wherever the lens goes.

Tightrope Act

I've always thought myself an acrobat
but I have been becoming less agile.
When you left me with no landing mat
my fear of falling made me feel fragile.

I've always relied on your safety net
and so I must find more faith in my skill,
realising that doubt is my only threat
I could achieve whatever's in my will.

I'll always have that small voice inside my head
telling me that I can never achieve,
but I'll listen to the angel instead
who's imploring me to always believe.

I will continue to walk those dizzy heights
and focus on futures rather than frights.

Tuesday, 18 September 2012

Toppled Queen

Your hesitance kept on showing
whilst my attachment was growing,
we could not find a middle ground.
I had no way of knowing
where this darkened path was going
but I was forlorn with what I'd found.

A new sensation is brewing
with other queens to be pursuing,
I no longer want you to be crowned.
A downfall of your own doing,
and one I hope that you're rueing-
I no longer want you around.

Thursday, 13 September 2012

Reaching for the Highest Branch

Life presents us with numerous choices
forced on us by many different situations,
which result in endless outcomes.
The destinations and decisions meant for us are infinite.

Anything in life is possible.

Monday, 10 September 2012

Cheque Your System

I've recently come to the realisation
that nothing in life is comparative,
and things should only be observed
through their individual merits.
Similarly, the value placed upon an object or idea
should be determined by personal worth
rather than a pre-determined structure
based off the ideals of others.

Thursday, 6 September 2012

Complex Objects

Plucking perspiration from your prism,
make me feel imprisoned.
Make me plea, make me please.
Force me into frisson.

Putting me firmly into my place,
manipulate the pace.
Make it swift, make me shift.
Force my heart to race.

Attention Seeker

I am an attention seeker of the very worst kind.
I want it in the purest form.
I want to make you feel warm
and cause you elation.
I want admiration
which would make me blush
I don't want to be a fleeting brush
in the back of your mind.

Piece Becomes the Player

I've been slipping away from you
but your strings have pulled my back.
Attached so tightly to my chest,
they possess the strength I lack.

I could not bear to be the pawn
that is forced to make your moves,
I could not be the sacrifice
which your cunning game removes.

It's about time I removed myself
and focused upon my own play,
keeping an eye on the options
which present themselves day by day.


At just 21 I feel like mutton
when I took for granted being the lamb,
but people much older still pull it off
whilst they are giving much less of a damn.

I'm starting to rediscover my spring legs
but I'm wondering how long they will last,
if they'll buckle at a heavy future
or succumb to the build up of the past.

At least for now I'm happy in my wool
and I hope that it will endure the cold,
no longer content to follow the herd
I will not let my identity be sold.

To you, I may just be another sheep
but I still have my own values to keep.

Monday, 3 September 2012

Lost Leaf

Lost souls get sucked into some self-convincing conformity,
where they can say only what's sanctioned by their scene,
until their outline is blurred within the vast enormity
of each vapid shell which has built this bland machine.

Do you know who you are?
Is your brain a work of art?
Is every stroke calculated
to play some bigger part?

My own lost soul blows about in the blundering breeze
and I can consciously call myself no better than the rest,
unsure of which situation or section I ought to appease
the only difference is, I am not content with my nest.

Do you know who you are?
Is your brain a work of art?
Is every stroke calculated
to play some bigger part?

Friday, 31 August 2012

Let Angels Uncover Riddles' Answers

Red wine lips and chalk-white skin,
ocean blue eyes draw me in.
Velvet voice and sugar smile,
chocolate hair in such sleek style.

I can't remember where your tongue had traced
nor where your long legs limbered off to
but I can't forget your delicate taste
or my delicate thoughts of me and you.

I still search for that dream in my sleep
where you are here and mine to keep.

Careworn Comfort

The old faces, so fresh and full of verve
greet my heavy head, haggard and harrowed.
I cannot tell if we've drifted apart
or if our separate paths have narrowed.

Their visage is a taunting reflection
of everything that I could have been,
a diagram of my distancing dreams
with labels pointing out things I've not seen.

But if I start to look past the facade
I see they're just a ghost in a jester's attire,
their smile extends either side of their jaw
but it isn't matched where their eyes lie higher.

So I'm quite content to be rugged and rough
because my honest form is comfort enough.

Wednesday, 29 August 2012



Orange hum.


Close as can be.

Tigers dancing in the sky.

Snowflakes in Mid-July.

Sleeping pills.

Burst apart.




Personality is predictability.


Sense is subjective.








                                                               Ask you.


The most repulsing things seem resplendent
for these 51 seconds of fermenting filth,
as my subconscious sleeps with my surroundings
and my mind is a meditating mindfield.

Eyes snap open.
I'm awake.

Rain down, beads of melted wax,
let it soak into my skin.
Rain down, prior perceptions
let me eat myself from within.

I have a lust for this drowsy dance.
I long for this lagging learning.
I want connection to this cause.

You are not that which I am
but I am not that which you're not,
let us tie our better halves together
and be happy with our lot.

Why am I burning?
It's coming.
Why am I drowning?
What's coming?
Why am I alive?
I'm here.

The first time.

I miss people I haven't yet met.
I remember things which haven't yet happened.
I am sure of things I do not yet know.
I have visited myself for the very first time.
It's okay, you're safe now.
I'm here.

Tuesday, 28 August 2012

The Great Retreat

You teased my curtains
with your fingertips.
You let the rays of light
kiss your tender lips.

I cried for more time
in your cradling arms
but life has deadlines
past the snooze of alarms.

And so I went back
to my sorry sleep
where I'm free to dream
of something real and deep.

I guess it's just fate
which made life this way,
staying up too late
to wake another day...

Before I knew it
my eyes opened wide,
light pouring over me
I had nowhere to hide.

Burned Bishops

Brittle and brisk, like a kiss on your lips,
such sharp sentiments to match the songs.
Clear-cut and crisp, like the depth of my risk,
such languished lyrics reflecting my longs.

Drawn-out and dark, like your clavicle's arc,
I could not retrace where my tips should lie.
Welcomed and warm in a comforting form,
I could only point them straight to the sky.

Piercing and pale, like the point of your stare,
but I could not pick up on their sad shine.
Fearsome and fair, like the sting of your tail,
but I could not look back on things which aren't mine.

I can't control cravings I don't contain
but my burned bishops still play on my brain.

Rolling Raindrop

Raindrop, trickle down my window,
gather all your little friends,
do not stop or slow.

Raindrop, dangle and drip from the cill,
remain so transparently pure,
but let your clinging spill.

Raindrop, melt into the ground,
let the sun turn you into steam,
one day you will be found.

A Life to Pass the Time

Fill space,
fill time,
fill lungs,
fill mind.

Compliment my Colour

You are orange, I am red,
we are close but never wed.
You are violet, I am blue,
my bruises are violent because of you.
You are white, I am black,
you have the purity which I lack.

Sizable Steps

Let it itch, let it heal,
let it burn, let it peel,
let it bend, let it break,
let it hurt, let it ache,
let it pour, let it sting,
let it coil, let it spring.
Rub it red, run it blue,
let me improve, let me renew.

Monday, 20 August 2012

Hello Sunshine

Floating freckled smile,
stay with me a while.
Furrow into my fevered bead
and follow where my footsteps lead.

Refulgent orange rays,
shine on all my days.
Highlight every grain of dust
and help my tiring lungs combust.

Requisite sullen shade,
share the air you've made.
Dowse me with your darkest kiss
and let me share your secret bliss.

Sunday, 19 August 2012

Losing Sight of Myself

Well oh well oh well oh well
things have changed, can you not you tell?
The gaps have grown,
the lines have faded.
I'm still alone
and feeling jaded.
My youth has been spent
and I'm out of cash.
I fear where I went
became a car-crash.

Dear oh dear oh dear oh dear
I hope another change is near.
I'm tiring fast
and becoming slow
I can't outlast
those fears I don't know.
So I should delve deep
and understand me,
both those fears I keep
and the dreams I see.

Friday, 17 August 2012

Running From/To

I could get into a good position
but then I would let the world pass me by.
My intentions never reach fruition
because I'm afraid of crossing the line.

I have much talent that I've buried deep
and it's so frustrating to slow my pace.
I cannot rely on a pair of feet
that do not believe they can cross this race.

I am hoping that time will make me strong
and I'll no longer have a need to roam,
then I'll find that which I had all along
and regard the ribbon's embrace as my home.

...but 'til then I will run and run and run,
and when I have stopped I can say that I've won.

Wednesday, 15 August 2012

Not One For Small-Talk

I don't care about the lovely weather.
I don't care how your father is.
I don't care what you've been up to.
I don't care how your new hairstyle looks.
I don't care about what's been on TV.
I don't care who I'd never guess had split up.

I wish I didn't have to care about seeming to care.

Monday, 13 August 2012


I tried to cut my hair today
but my curly locks came crawling back.
I tried to force my faults away
but I could not find the will I lack.

I tried to be self-convincing
and tell myself I was in control
but for every part I tried rinsing
away with it went some of my soul.

I tried to be something I'm not
and find perfection which isn't there,
so I'll concentrate on what I've got
and be less concerned with my hair.

Sunday, 12 August 2012

I'm Maturity

Why are we losing that sense of surprise
for subtlety and sensibility,
trying to sustain a serious skin
full of constrained credibility?

Where has my inner child retreated to
with his sudden jolts and his ajar jaw
and why do I seek to be in control
when my future does not belong in my paw?

I have been meaning to roll back the years
to where every sight was something pure
and I could feel no fear about my worth
and taste no guilt about being unsure.

I wish I had an excuse to cry out
to a world I know nothing about.

Friday, 10 August 2012

Sorry for the Silence

Forgive a poet who is content
when his pen is dry and words are spent,
when there are no problems to be solved
and no cast of villains to be involved.
Forgive a poet who can freely smile
when he has no troubles to compile,
when his sad songs have carried out their chore
and he does not need them anymore.

Thursday, 9 August 2012

Corners and Corneas

Just as I'm gaining a new perspective,
I'm losing sight of another.
I know that I'm turning a corner
but I still feel as lost as I did as a child;
only this time I can recognise the feeling for what it is.
I find some hope in that my future
is looking much clearer than the hazy past I'm leaving behind,
and that my eyes are filled with much more focus.
My eyes are open,
it's a new morning.

Sunday, 5 August 2012

Peel it Back

Summer golden
peeling away.
So milky white;
nothing gold can stay.
So shed your skin
to let life fade
and bathe within
the mistakes you've made.

Clean Fun

Habits go out of style
after a while,
and I guess yours do too.
I'll still be there
with new traits to wear
presented in a cleaner hue.
So I'll see you in town
with an OJ to down
and you stick to your JD.
I have not abstained
my want has just waned
and this is no longer for me.

Friday, 3 August 2012

Every Breath

Every breath is an excuse for the next
so please excuse me if I cannot speak.
I'm sure you're pleased to hear that I'm perplexed
and that my will and words have both grown weak.

Every breath is an excuse for my last
so please excuse me if I'm out of breath.
I'm sure you're pleased to hear that I'm aghast
and pondering the details of my death.

Every breath is an excuse for a rest
so please excuse me if my breathing halts.
I'm sure you're pleased to hear I failed my test
and I'm personified by my own faults.

Every breath is one closer to dying
but with every breath I am still trying.

Monday, 30 July 2012

In Your Dreams

Take me to that place in your mind
where umbrellas rain from the sky,
you get lost in all that you find,
and you will live the day that you die.

Take me to that place in your eyes
where sad days smile and good times frown,
oceans of birds and fish that fly
in a world that lives upside down.

Take me to that place for the blind
where everything is crystal clear,
every snowflake is signed
when only sunshine is near.

Poor Intentions

Why do you fein interest in my evens
just to try and get closer to my odds?
Why do you listen to things which bore you
with a friendly smile and such fervent nods?

Why do you try to mask your true intentions
when I can see the hunger in your eyes?
If you do don't know what the contest entails
then you will hold no stake to win the prize.

So you will not be involved in the draw
because your desires offer me no draw;
I don't want to be the catch in your paws
but to be the cat which leaves you in awe.

You will have to find somewhere new to feed
where the want is much greater than the need.

Tickley Cough

You are that tickley cough
in the back of my throat
which I can't help but relent to
no matter how much I ignore it.
At least I can find comfort
in that illnesses are temporary
and your nagging urges
will soon be easily swallowed.


Leave locks on my zips
and my hands by my hips,
led away from temptation.
Keep my change stored away
and my longings at bay,
led away from temptation.
Let my stomach be flat
and my wallet be fat,
led away from temptation.
Let me remain good
when misunderstood,
led away from temptation.

Saturday, 21 July 2012

She Loves Me So

That flower in my heart,
so vivid and vibrant,
it is beginning to bloom.
I can sense the bees
eagerly buzzing around
attempting to get closer.
It makes me grow tall
with my roots planted firm
to feel wanted.
Pull away my petals
and let it conclude
"she loves me so"...

Smiles All Round

For the first time in a while
I've notices sunrays piercing the clouds.
For the first time in a while
I've felt my mouth form a smile.
For the first time in a while
I have reason to be proud.
For the first time in a while
I've felt my mouth form a smile.

A Better Self Portrait

I want to be as pure on the inside
as I always present myself to be.
I want no secrets for me to hide
including my own morbid misery.

So I'll give it a go being clean cut
and wash away those things which get me down.
I'm going to stop living by my gut
and start to trust what lies beneath my crown.

I'm going to live a life of pearly white
and try to brighten up all of my dark.
I'm going to maintain my early nights
and compliment them with early starts.

I'm going to paint my present at its best
and let the future fill in the rest.

Summer Cheer

Another summer,
another group of friends home
who I probably wont see.
Another summer,
another promise of sunshine,
unfulfilled and wet.
Another summer,
another opportunity to rest
until it becomes tedious.
Another summer,
another chance to make memories
which goes wasted lusting over the past.

Another summer,
another season closer to death.

Wednesday, 18 July 2012

Lost Child at 20

I will not change the world
and the world will not change me
so I need to start loving the things I live by
rather than trying to live by the things I love.
Someday I'll find that happy medium
that matured compromise
but let me be a child just a while longer
until I find my feet and my heart stops growing.

Monday, 16 July 2012


With my eyes shut tight like clams,
I don't want to leave this ocean bed
when every wave of washed up wishes
laps over my drowsy dreams.
I can feel myself drowning in despair
at the prospect of another dismal day
full of desperation and depression,
being a minnow in a sea of marauders.

Sunday, 15 July 2012

Wasted Potential

I know I have so many talents
but I am too weak to meet my potential.
So tell me, does saying this make me arrogant
or under-confident?

Give up the Chase

I've come to realise that life is a series
of false expectations which we chase
in the hope that we may reach them,
like traveling on an escalator
they travel from a constant distance
at the same pace as me.

It's quite depressing to think
that I have so many years to come
of the same fruitless following,
and I will never reach anything
or be of any more worth.

Almost 21 and I might as well be dead.