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.

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.

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.

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.

Sheep

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.

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?