Tab

Your name's been on the tip of my tongue for so long,

and like an acid tab, I know it's wrong

but I can't help but feel strong.

You make me feel like I belong.

Revolving Doors

Stuck between revolving doors,

I am waiting for whoever's next

to push me through my own flaws

and find myself within her paws.

Stuck between revolving doors,

I am resenting the last

for turning walks into wars

and leaving me with these sores.

Stuck between revolving doors,

I am waiting for whoever's next

to push me through my own flaws

and find myself within her paws.

Force-Feed

Fools force-feed

to facilitate their greed.

You will find the fuel in food

when driven by need.

Revisit/Reinvent

Life continually throws up the same few scenes

masked by modifications and slight revisions.

An opportunity for us to change what has been

but repeating steps with clockwork precision.

The fates rarely throw up dramatic changes

but subtle differences sneak with the seasons,

and you may repeat the same exchanges

but initiate them for different reasons.

Given the chance, would you revisit or reinvent

in that central moment of your life's spherical plot?

If you could direct the time you had spent

would you change it and risk losing what you've got?

One Track

Senseless senses outweigh prior pretenses,

rationality and reason are lost.

All thought has turned to the filth you have earned

with little concern for tomorrow's cost.

OD

Down the drain, up my nose.

Push me over, hold me close.

You are my thorn, you are my rose;

you are my cure, my overdose.

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.

Remould

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.

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.

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.

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.

Fleeting

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.

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?