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.

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.

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?

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.

Crease

Sensuality.

Orange hum.

Living.

Close as can be.

Tigers dancing in the sky.

Snowflakes in Mid-July.

Sleeping pills.

Burst apart.

Lights.

Heaven.

Mist.

Personality is predictability.

Missed.

Sense is subjective.

Alone.

Crazy.

Fears.

Furnace.

Lost.

Drone.

Tilted

Wonky.

                                                               Ask you.

Answer?

                        Askew.

Dawn

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.